(he freezes at the touch, one so foreign to him that not even clay would ever initiate. it's warm and soft, even letting his confusion at klavier's laughter dissipate immediately. the way he focuses solely on apollo certainly doesn't help, his face slowly heating up as he finds himself unable to tear away from eyes that seem to wish all the love in the world on him.
but the second the first words enter the air, waft through apollo's ears, he reacts. it's minute, small reactions, but after the days he's had, it's noticeable. a quick intake of surprised breath, hands gripping klavier's shirt a little tighter, a quiet plea that he's telling the truth.
his eyes are wide as klavier confesses just how important apollo is to his life, and he almost wants to protest. that it was in court, he had to do it, it was his job. but apollo knows the truth. he wanted to be there for klavier, inside and outside the courts. outside was far too inappropriate given their relationship. but inside?
inside he'd do whatever he could to help the prosecutor. the one man in the world, in his life, who didn't deserve for a single unfortunate thing to ever happen to him. but this? to hear as if apollo was his savior?
that's too much praise to put on him.) I... I don't--
(he has to cut himself short, give him time to rethink his words. he can't deny what he tried to do for klavier, how he wanted so desperately for klavier to not be alone, but also not be surrounded by so much evil and toxicity. someone who shone so brightly and so purely was far too good for half of the world. apollo still sadly counts himself in that half.
the words aren't coming out, not the way he wants to. if he denies what he did, it's the same as invalidating all klavier is doing for him now. so if he can't speak, he'll act. one hand raises up, cupping klavier's cheek as he treats the last important being in his life with such delicacy and reverence.
a hand that loops itself around to the back of klavier's head, curling into his locks as he gently pulls his face down. his eyes close as he places his lips over klavier's again, this time with no intention of pulling away.)
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but the second the first words enter the air, waft through apollo's ears, he reacts. it's minute, small reactions, but after the days he's had, it's noticeable. a quick intake of surprised breath, hands gripping klavier's shirt a little tighter, a quiet plea that he's telling the truth.
his eyes are wide as klavier confesses just how important apollo is to his life, and he almost wants to protest. that it was in court, he had to do it, it was his job. but apollo knows the truth. he wanted to be there for klavier, inside and outside the courts. outside was far too inappropriate given their relationship. but inside?
inside he'd do whatever he could to help the prosecutor. the one man in the world, in his life, who didn't deserve for a single unfortunate thing to ever happen to him. but this? to hear as if apollo was his savior?
that's too much praise to put on him.) I... I don't--
(he has to cut himself short, give him time to rethink his words. he can't deny what he tried to do for klavier, how he wanted so desperately for klavier to not be alone, but also not be surrounded by so much evil and toxicity. someone who shone so brightly and so purely was far too good for half of the world. apollo still sadly counts himself in that half.
the words aren't coming out, not the way he wants to. if he denies what he did, it's the same as invalidating all klavier is doing for him now. so if he can't speak, he'll act. one hand raises up, cupping klavier's cheek as he treats the last important being in his life with such delicacy and reverence.
a hand that loops itself around to the back of klavier's head, curling into his locks as he gently pulls his face down. his eyes close as he places his lips over klavier's again, this time with no intention of pulling away.)