(it was something apollo prided himself on, being able to remain bright and strong in the face of adversity. offer a smile to a client to lift their spirits, reassure a friend through hard times. but when all is said and done, the man acting as everyone's support can only scream so many "i'll be fine!"s before they lose their force.
and apollo has lost all of his. there's no strength behind his voice, not for now, there's no uplifting smile, nothing that exudes "apollo justice is fine". because here and now, he'll admit it again and again. he's not fine. his new boyfriend has to spend their first day together picking up the pieces of him, with apollo trying to keep his body as put together as he can.) You're-- perfect...
(his words are mumbled, and even after taking the time to rest, get his bearings straight, completely stop moving, he's not feeling any better. every time he opens his eyes, he's met with blinding pain and sunspots on his eyes. but he can't black out now, that will only worry klavier beyond belief.
a hand blindly raises up, clutching at the shoulder of klavier's shirt, eyes still closed and face against his chest.) Can-- sing please. Supposed to help... lyrics so I can focus on something.
(he remembers it vaguely, the doctors telling him if he felt like he was about to pass out to play music. the lyrics keep him focused, give his brain something conscious to latch onto.)
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and apollo has lost all of his. there's no strength behind his voice, not for now, there's no uplifting smile, nothing that exudes "apollo justice is fine". because here and now, he'll admit it again and again. he's not fine. his new boyfriend has to spend their first day together picking up the pieces of him, with apollo trying to keep his body as put together as he can.) You're-- perfect...
(his words are mumbled, and even after taking the time to rest, get his bearings straight, completely stop moving, he's not feeling any better. every time he opens his eyes, he's met with blinding pain and sunspots on his eyes. but he can't black out now, that will only worry klavier beyond belief.
a hand blindly raises up, clutching at the shoulder of klavier's shirt, eyes still closed and face against his chest.) Can-- sing please. Supposed to help... lyrics so I can focus on something.
(he remembers it vaguely, the doctors telling him if he felt like he was about to pass out to play music. the lyrics keep him focused, give his brain something conscious to latch onto.)