[It was like a splash of cold water to his face, shock and horror taking over him as he realizes just what happened. Did he really--did he really take advantage of Apollo's vulnerable state like that? Lean into a kiss that was probably only done out of sheer emotional desperation?
It strikes like a sharp chord in his ears, and he visibly flinches when he sees Apollo's face, looking not unlike a dog who knows he's done something wrong.
That was wrong, I'm sorry.
Apollo's words bring him back down to Earth, and the flashy, cool persona ebbs away from Klavier's face, reduced to nothing but shock and horror at his own behavior. Apollo was mourning the loss of his friend, a friend who had no equal, rightfully so. And here he was pressing his lips back when he should've been more of a pillar. A rock to support him in his vulnerable state.
The harsh reality sets in. Maybe I am as selfish and manipulating as Kristoph.
His bangs fall in front of his eyes as he tries to smile--tries to apologize.]
Nein. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you in this state, and that fault rests on me.
[ What does he even say after that? He'd just exploited Apollo at his weakest...
It doesn't stop him from savouring that last bit of the tingling feeling on his lips where Apollo had caught him, biting the lower one ever so slightly as he folds up that rag, setting it gently down on the coffee table. Trying not to remember every bit of those few moments Apollo had given him. The rough texture on Klavier's lips was tantalizing and sweet, a forbidden fruit he'd only gotten a taste of before it was yanked away. Was that kiss really meant for him?]
Should I make like the breeze? [That is, it's a free out for Apollo if he wanted some time to himself. He can't say it makes the situation any more awkward than it is now...and if Apollo truly hated him, after this, at least he'd helped as much as he could.]
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It strikes like a sharp chord in his ears, and he visibly flinches when he sees Apollo's face, looking not unlike a dog who knows he's done something wrong.
That was wrong, I'm sorry.
Apollo's words bring him back down to Earth, and the flashy, cool persona ebbs away from Klavier's face, reduced to nothing but shock and horror at his own behavior. Apollo was mourning the loss of his friend, a friend who had no equal, rightfully so. And here he was pressing his lips back when he should've been more of a pillar. A rock to support him in his vulnerable state.
The harsh reality sets in. Maybe I am as selfish and manipulating as Kristoph.
His bangs fall in front of his eyes as he tries to smile--tries to apologize.]
Nein. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you in this state, and that fault rests on me.
[ What does he even say after that? He'd just exploited Apollo at his weakest...
It doesn't stop him from savouring that last bit of the tingling feeling on his lips where Apollo had caught him, biting the lower one ever so slightly as he folds up that rag, setting it gently down on the coffee table. Trying not to remember every bit of those few moments Apollo had given him. The rough texture on Klavier's lips was tantalizing and sweet, a forbidden fruit he'd only gotten a taste of before it was yanked away. Was that kiss really meant for him?]
Should I make like the breeze? [That is, it's a free out for Apollo if he wanted some time to himself. He can't say it makes the situation any more awkward than it is now...and if Apollo truly hated him, after this, at least he'd helped as much as he could.]