Running Away...
Closed starter with @legalbrats
It’d been a long flight. Not nearly as long as his flights to America from Khura’in, but it sure felt longer... The changes in pressure caused discomfort in the attorney’s broken fingers, which certainly didn’t help. He couldn’t really open his mouth without having so much private information spill out either, so he was pretty much silent the entire time, clinging to the one person he could trust, the one person who whisked him away from everything. It felt so strange to flee from not one, but two different countries... but he couldn’t keep up any sort of façade right now.Â
In Khura’in there was a sense of guilt silencing him, he felt ‘entitled’ opening up about it, considering Nahyuta had gone through the opposite issue. He knew where his mother was, and where she was, was just out of reach, having to put up this persona in order to keep her and his baby sister safe. Then, in L.A. there was everyone he was mad at. Not Trucy, of course, she was as much of a victim here as he was, and he couldn’t blame her at all, but that didn’t mean he wanted to talk to her right now. He was just too upset.Â
He was too lost...
Too confused to know what to do.Â
He could feel the difference in climate as soon as they landed, the wintry cold air sparking a soft irritation in his nose and a chill through his arms. Despite the thick hoodie he’d packed, it obviously was manufactured with a much hotter climate in mind, it wasn’t enough. Thankfully, it didn’t take too long to get to the hotel, he was silent there too, letting Klavier do the talking. Perks of having a bilingual boyfriend... he didn’t have to follow the conversation, he couldn’t possibly be expected to. After all, as it stood, Apollo couldn’t even understand the hundreds of pet names Klavier called him, how could he be expected to follow a completely German conversation?
Normally, he’d be excited, after all, he hadn’t been to a foreign country since he was nine, and that foreign country was his home for the next 15 years... but there was no room for it. This wasn’t a ‘vacation.’ He was running away to get a fucking break. A break from everything. His loved ones dying, betraying him, hurting him, a break from the pain of abandonment. He hated this feeling of being unwanted, forgotten, dumped onto someone else, chosen second. He hated it, he hated it, he hated it, HE HATED IT,
HE HATED IT!!
Apollo shut the door behind him. He looked around at their hotel, the cozy-looking bed, the sparkling snow outside their window, their luggage, unpacked and left vaguely in front of the dressers, waiting to be unpacked and put away properly. His body trembled when he looked towards Klavier, not fully able to meet his eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks, unable to hold it back for even a second longer. He moved and wrapped his arms around him, crying into what was either his back or his chest. He hadn’t been paying attention, so he wasn’t sure which it was.Â
