Klavier Gavin [OPEN]

[achtung]

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[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?