[It was like peeling away an old mask to reveal the face underneath. He knew that no one had probably done this for Apollo--at least not anyone recently. And it shows in the tender way Apollo leans into the touch. The way his eye softly closes when he runs it just under his eyelid where the cheekbone meets it. The rag glides over those eyebrows, straightening them out in the process, and down the side of his face to the jawline.
There were a lot of things Klavier had no control over. He couldn't bring back Clay, or prove Daryan and Kristoph innocent. No matter how much he wished they were. No matter how much he wished he could bring back the light into Apollo's life.
This was something for Klavier, too. Because for once he felt like he could fix this. Maybe not completely. Maybe all he could do was hold the pieces and try and piece together something resembling his riva-...no, his friend. But it was something he felt he could do and not be powerless to the situation. Selfish, maybe, but then again, what decision in life isn't?]
Ja, baby.
[A small smile curls on his lips at Apollo's response, his answer all put flowing out of him so naturally. But in that time that he takes to blink to reflect that answer, Apollo's already leaned forward, cracked and split lips pressing against his own. Blue eyes widen a moment, that rag falling limp on his fingers as they curl inward, feeling the soft spark that their kiss gave. The shock was brief before he follows suit, head tilting ever so slightly back into that kiss. Lips massage against his own, and he moves to position them slightly better.
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There were a lot of things Klavier had no control over. He couldn't bring back Clay, or prove Daryan and Kristoph innocent. No matter how much he wished they were. No matter how much he wished he could bring back the light into Apollo's life.
This was something for Klavier, too. Because for once he felt like he could fix this. Maybe not completely. Maybe all he could do was hold the pieces and try and piece together something resembling his riva-...no, his friend. But it was something he felt he could do and not be powerless to the situation. Selfish, maybe, but then again, what decision in life isn't?]
Ja, baby.
[A small smile curls on his lips at Apollo's response, his answer all put flowing out of him so naturally. But in that time that he takes to blink to reflect that answer, Apollo's already leaned forward, cracked and split lips pressing against his own. Blue eyes widen a moment, that rag falling limp on his fingers as they curl inward, feeling the soft spark that their kiss gave. The shock was brief before he follows suit, head tilting ever so slightly back into that kiss. Lips massage against his own, and he moves to position them slightly better.
Selfish? Maybe. But...
Maybe he could fix this, just a little bit.]