[It's quiet, a different sort of tone than one Klavier usually takes. It's not the confidence, playful tone he often gave people, a melody on his lips, but a sadder, more resigned sound.]
But now's not the time or place for that, ja? [His head tilts back, as if that would somehow drain the sinking feeling out of his body. As if that would stop the sting of tears daring to form around his eyes.
...
Apollo's laugh hurts more than he ever wants to admit. It's eerily reminiscent of someone else. Someone he too had idolized with all his heart only to have nothing but disappointment thrown right back to him. Not even Apollo took him seriously, it seemed, to the point of slapping his hand away the moment he tries to reach out for someone. The fact that it was Apollo, the fact that it was the one person he'd ever really felt something for...
It withers away what true confidence he had underneath that persona.
Fingers run through his bangs as he pushes himself up from the couch, wandering lifelessly over to the small kitchen Apollo called his own. If it was anything like his kitchen...there should be some fliers for takeout menus somewhere around her. It's an idle browse, trying to focus on that more than anything. The mixed signals Apollo was giving him rattled his brain. He'd clearly been kissed, and yet shoved away when he kissed back. Then called a liar for calling him a friend? For the life of him, he can't understand it. What did Apollo want from him?
Nothing, from the looks of it.
He spots a spare pizza flier, snatching it up in his fingers before making his way back to the couch and sitting down next to him. It's awkward as hell, and there's a hard swallow as he tries his hardest to be the strong one here. Apollo needed that, even in the face of being called a liar.
What exactly he was lying about...he wished he knew.]
I don't have many, you know.
[Friends, that is. And it's hard to hide that voice from hitching up ever so slightly. But much like his brother, he steadies it. He moves on. Masking his true pain behind a smile, however sad it was.
He wore his heart on his sleeve compared to Kristoph, sometimes.]
My social life leaves a bit to be desired after recent events.
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[It's quiet, a different sort of tone than one Klavier usually takes. It's not the confidence, playful tone he often gave people, a melody on his lips, but a sadder, more resigned sound.]
But now's not the time or place for that, ja? [His head tilts back, as if that would somehow drain the sinking feeling out of his body. As if that would stop the sting of tears daring to form around his eyes.
...
Apollo's laugh hurts more than he ever wants to admit. It's eerily reminiscent of someone else. Someone he too had idolized with all his heart only to have nothing but disappointment thrown right back to him. Not even Apollo took him seriously, it seemed, to the point of slapping his hand away the moment he tries to reach out for someone. The fact that it was Apollo, the fact that it was the one person he'd ever really felt something for...
It withers away what true confidence he had underneath that persona.
Fingers run through his bangs as he pushes himself up from the couch, wandering lifelessly over to the small kitchen Apollo called his own. If it was anything like his kitchen...there should be some fliers for takeout menus somewhere around her. It's an idle browse, trying to focus on that more than anything. The mixed signals Apollo was giving him rattled his brain. He'd clearly been kissed, and yet shoved away when he kissed back. Then called a liar for calling him a friend? For the life of him, he can't understand it. What did Apollo want from him?
Nothing, from the looks of it.
He spots a spare pizza flier, snatching it up in his fingers before making his way back to the couch and sitting down next to him. It's awkward as hell, and there's a hard swallow as he tries his hardest to be the strong one here. Apollo needed that, even in the face of being called a liar.
What exactly he was lying about...he wished he knew.]
I don't have many, you know.
[Friends, that is. And it's hard to hide that voice from hitching up ever so slightly. But much like his brother, he steadies it. He moves on. Masking his true pain behind a smile, however sad it was.
He wore his heart on his sleeve compared to Kristoph, sometimes.]
My social life leaves a bit to be desired after recent events.