Funny, for a time he thought that was him. Like everyone in his life was slipping right through his fingers like sand, and the tighter he held onto it, the more it seemed to pour out, leaving him alone to deal with the cruel world he'd been brought into.
It's not a side he brings up often. No one would see him as the prince he was if he didn't put on a show all the time. The judge had remarked how well he'd recovered after his brother's first sentence, a feeling of dread he hid behind a smile and rock music.
But when his music itself was pulled up from underneath him, Daryan had to go too. And it brought a panic in Klavier that the rest of his band would be the same. The band fell apart like a deck of cards, losing one more thing in his life he tried so desperately to find solace in.
He didn't like to admit it, for fear of putting even more pressure on Apollo's already heavy shoulders...but the defense lawyer was oddly enough one of the few pillars who'd withstood the test of time. It's a secret he keeps locked to his own heart, worried that if he ever uttered so much as a word that the curse would fall into effect.
But to hear Apollo having the same feeling...a feeling that everything good in their lives has an expiration date...
His hands move up and down the man's arms, being careful not to rub too vigorously and disturb wounds. He has to say something, and against his silly superstiious judgement, he breathes out.]
I thought that about myself once. Sometimes, I still do.
It's sad, thinking you'll never find anyone, ja? That no one stays forever...
[He smiles to himself, fiddling with a piece of his bangs idly.]
But there is one man who constantly proves again and again that he can't stay out of my life, and the best part of it is...I don't want him to.
Because he's what's helping me through my loss. And Herr Justice, I'm going to return the favour.
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Funny, for a time he thought that was him. Like everyone in his life was slipping right through his fingers like sand, and the tighter he held onto it, the more it seemed to pour out, leaving him alone to deal with the cruel world he'd been brought into.
It's not a side he brings up often. No one would see him as the prince he was if he didn't put on a show all the time. The judge had remarked how well he'd recovered after his brother's first sentence, a feeling of dread he hid behind a smile and rock music.
But when his music itself was pulled up from underneath him, Daryan had to go too. And it brought a panic in Klavier that the rest of his band would be the same. The band fell apart like a deck of cards, losing one more thing in his life he tried so desperately to find solace in.
He didn't like to admit it, for fear of putting even more pressure on Apollo's already heavy shoulders...but the defense lawyer was oddly enough one of the few pillars who'd withstood the test of time. It's a secret he keeps locked to his own heart, worried that if he ever uttered so much as a word that the curse would fall into effect.
But to hear Apollo having the same feeling...a feeling that everything good in their lives has an expiration date...
His hands move up and down the man's arms, being careful not to rub too vigorously and disturb wounds. He has to say something, and against his silly superstiious judgement, he breathes out.]
I thought that about myself once. Sometimes, I still do.
It's sad, thinking you'll never find anyone, ja? That no one stays forever...
[He smiles to himself, fiddling with a piece of his bangs idly.]
But there is one man who constantly proves again and again that he can't stay out of my life, and the best part of it is...I don't want him to.
Because he's what's helping me through my loss. And Herr Justice, I'm going to return the favour.