(he keeps one hand over an eye, an all too similar action to the one he'd taken during clay's trial and investigation, the same notion behind it. he'd thought himself stronger after the trial, be able to trust people, regardless of the doubt he felt inside. that opening up his heart would always end fairly, with both sides closer.
how wrong he was proven this time.
it appears a normal gesture, a hand over an eye, one many people make in an effort to wipe away tears or cover their eyes while sobbing their hearts out. apollo's was different. he was hiding himself. shutting away any possible contact from even a glimpse of the truth staring him in the face, the only shield he can throw up aside from ripping his bracelet off his wrist. the start of the problem. this damn bracelet he hasn't got a clue about only does damage in the most important of times from him, clenching around him, and though it may not have been that strong, it felt like his blood flow had been cut off as klavier spoke.
we're friends, after all.
he never thought klavier the type to lie right to someone's face that way, especially not since he seemed so... genuine. so sincere about wanting to raise apollo up. he choked out more laughter, bitter and hollow, really closer to a scoff at klavier's words. he couldn't see the truth with his hand covering an eye. he preferred it that way.) I don't know.
(but he has to hesitate, to take a moment for a thought to bloom in his mind. was he lying? all he had to do was remove his hand, ask again, and he'd have the truth. won't the truth be just the same as last time? his heart panics for a moment, stressing if this is really the course apollo prefers, hiding from the truth like this. he's never acted this way in court, why is he being so pathetic now?
his laughter dies away, overcome with sobs and hiccups as he hunches in on himself even more, sinking further into his protective bubble. the bitterness is gone, replaced only with fear and almost panic like hesitance. what did he think about klavier?) ... I don't know if I want to know.
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how wrong he was proven this time.
it appears a normal gesture, a hand over an eye, one many people make in an effort to wipe away tears or cover their eyes while sobbing their hearts out. apollo's was different. he was hiding himself. shutting away any possible contact from even a glimpse of the truth staring him in the face, the only shield he can throw up aside from ripping his bracelet off his wrist. the start of the problem. this damn bracelet he hasn't got a clue about only does damage in the most important of times from him, clenching around him, and though it may not have been that strong, it felt like his blood flow had been cut off as klavier spoke.
we're friends, after all.
he never thought klavier the type to lie right to someone's face that way, especially not since he seemed so... genuine. so sincere about wanting to raise apollo up. he choked out more laughter, bitter and hollow, really closer to a scoff at klavier's words. he couldn't see the truth with his hand covering an eye. he preferred it that way.) I don't know.
(but he has to hesitate, to take a moment for a thought to bloom in his mind. was he lying? all he had to do was remove his hand, ask again, and he'd have the truth. won't the truth be just the same as last time? his heart panics for a moment, stressing if this is really the course apollo prefers, hiding from the truth like this. he's never acted this way in court, why is he being so pathetic now?
his laughter dies away, overcome with sobs and hiccups as he hunches in on himself even more, sinking further into his protective bubble. the bitterness is gone, replaced only with fear and almost panic like hesitance. what did he think about klavier?) ... I don't know if I want to know.