Klavier Gavin [OPEN]

[achtung]

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[achtung]

[He wasn't expecting it, and he probably should have. The moment the kiss breaks, he can see something is off about Apollo--he's not sure what, he's not able to see anything beyond the naked eye, but he could tell that there was something...and it isn't until he feels Apollo's body curl against his own that he can put everything together. Panic washes over him, and he's slow to move Apollo back down to the couch, arms securely (but gently) around him as they sink into the cushions.]

Alright, alright...it's okay. Let it pass.

[Soft, comforting coos and hushing, followed by soft lips against Apollo's head. With everything going on, and their whole lives practically topsy turvy in the span of a half hour, it's no wonder the man's starting to feel the strain on his own body.]

I'll be here.

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(he lets himself be guided, the throbbing pain the back of his head too much of a hindrance to really care what's going on around him. he sits down on the couch, slowly, making as much effort as he can not too move too much or in the wrong way. his head rests against klavier's shoulder for support, giving himself time to steady his breathing, try and focus on something other than the pain.

like all of klavier. his smell, the feel of his skin, how his arms and shoulders are strong enough to support him, even when he could so easily crumble. how klavier is the one who's spent only a hald hour trying to fit the pieces of apollo back together, and done more for him now than the entire world has all week.

arms lower slowly to wrap around klavier's sides, pulling himself a little closer after having a few minutes of allowing the pain to die down. he doesn't raise his head quite yet, still seeing spots dance along closed eyelids.) I'm... not really going to be a good boyfriend for a while. S-Sorry.

[achtung]

[Apollo had never felt so small and helpless in his arms. He'd never seen the attorney as weak--in fact, he'd dare say he was stronger than he ever was in court. Klavier was a prosecutor, and with the courts the way they were, with the legacy that the prosecutors had, they always seemed to have the upper hand. A natural handicap, one could say. But Apollo persevered despite that, and came out even with him at every turn. That had to be recognized by someone, if not the courts then by Klavier himself.

But it's often inevitable that one forgets just how fragile a human can be too. Apollo may be godlike, in name and in personality, but he was still human.

And so, it takes another person to keep him up on the pedestal he deserves to be on, and if Klavier's arms had to bear that, they would gladly do so.

Apollo's apology goes in one ear and out the other, shaking his head delicately as he hushes him once more. Not to silence, but to reassure.]

Then I will be until you're better, alright?

You've always been worth it.

[justchords]

(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.)

[achtung]

[It's something admirable, to say the least, but Klavier knew that even the brightest suns eventually started to burn out. That the strongest fires can wither if not given more wood to rekindle the flames. And Apollo was just like that. He needed time to rest. To let himself be the one supported and taken care of.

Klavier would handle the rest. That he would make sure of.


But then, even then when Apollo lay in his arms clutching to fabric for dear life, he still had the endearing audacity to call him the perfect one. To relay just how good he was when he's the one who should be praised for his strength and longevity.]

You truly are something, Apollo...

[His voice is soft, almost a whisper, fingers gently brushing through brunette locks. Apollo had never felt so small in him, shivering like a maraca and trying desperately to hide from the world until he was ready to face it. And Klavier, wishing ever so deeply that there was something he could do. Something more than just words.


But Apollo's request...that certainly was just what he wanted, wasn't it?]

Sing?

[An odd request, but one he can certainly fulfill without question. There was no insturment to harmonize with, but Klavier's voice could drift to its own melody. And for Apollo, it would.

Lowering his head ever so slightly, lips part, and a soft river of lyrics flow from them. Slow enough for Apollo to follow, and sweet enough for him to truly mean each and every word.]

[justchords]

(he tries to protest, to think of something he can say in return and prove that klavier is being the better of the two right now. something about how klavier set aside his time to pick apollo up at his worst, never once question what he needed, allowed him to weep as much as needed. but words and desires to speak are scrambled in his mind, the pounding in the back of his head making him lose too much focus.

apollo was stubborn by nature. independent and capable, never letting himself fall enough to the point of needing to be picked up by another, except clay. he was the exception to all stubborn rules of apollo's life, but only because he shoved himself past them and never let apollo stand alone.

klavier was performing admirably as an encore to all of clay's tactics. and it's something apollo makes a note of to voice later. specially for klavier, in as loving a way as he can manage now.

he lets himself lay there, eyes closing and his brain zeroing in on the lyrics klavier spins for apollo, light and sweet, easy on the ears. his breathing steadies to match the tempo of the song, and while the pain may not be subsiding just yet, he at least doesn't feel close to blacking out anymore. but somewhere along the way, he focuses enough on the song to really hear the words.

and what they mean.

he allows himself a few moments to collect himself, slowly and delicately raising his head off klavier's chest to make eye contact. his eyes openly slowly, needing a new blinks to focus in on the world around him, as if he just woke up from a heavy sleep. still glazed over, a somewhat dazed look on his face from an unfortunate mixture of exhaustion from the day, and awe from klavier's calming voice.) Were you... singing for me? Or about me?