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i. his smile
(oh, with the power of a thousand suns, he shines)
Klavier loves Apollo's smiles.
One: They can be fleeting, a quick boost of confidence, a silent message of "You've got this!" from the other side of the room. But no matter how small it is, how fast it goes (in the blink of an eye, you could say), Klavier notices.
He always has, and he always will.
Two: They can be coy. A flash of Apollo's pearly whites, quickly masked by a rosy blush, an adorable pout and a shove to the shoulder. "Klav, we're in public..." Apollo whispers, but Klavier does not care. He loves flustering Apollo.
And how could he resist, when the Heavens themselves have provided him with such an angel on earth?
Three: They can be flirtatious. Oh, Apollo wants revenge for all the times he's been flustered, and with a sultry smirk on his face he leans in to whisper, "I need you, Klavier."
And oh, Klavier can't hold himself back anymore. He grabs Apollo's tie, pulling him in for a long kiss.
It's worth it, it's all worth it for that devilish grin Apollo sends him, even when Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth lectures them for fifteen minutes on proper workplace etiquette.
(It's even more worth it when they catch the hypocrite making out with Phoenix Wright in the bathroom, and Apollo's grin widens between fits of giggles.)
ii. his touch
(sun-kissed spots leaving light in their wake)
It's almost embarrassing, really, how much Klavier likes Apollo's touch.
A quick brush of their hands as they pass, a lingering grasp on Klavier's index finger, a silent message of a goodbye but a promised return.
A brief moment when their pinkies interlock, a vow exchanged to never leave, to always be by each other's side.
A time they find themselves in privacy, and Apollo is bold and brazen, he can't take it anymore. He gently caresses Klavier's hand, his fingers weaving in between Klavier's, and traces their now interlaced fingers across Klavier's cheek, warmth blooming where his gentle touch once was.
"I love you, Klavier."
And Klavier knows he means it.
(He's ready to be the fool for Apollo's undying affection.)
iii. his hugs
(like the bottled heavens, joy blooms, sparks fly)
Both of them have their rough days.
Sometimes, Apollo comes back to their shared apartment, complaining about how the prosecutor for the trial was so disrespectful, throwing some sort of implement everywhere, and ugh, Klav, why can't you just be the prosecutor for all my cases?
Klavier laughs, and takes his boyfriend into his arms as the boyfriend in question grouchily snuggles up to him. He rests his chin on the crown of Apollo's head, chuckling softly as Apollo protests about being used as a pillow.
Slowly enough, the protests turn into soft snores as the defense rests.
Other times, Klavier storms into their home (their home), exhausted and broken from his unhealthy work habits.
Apollo knows. He knows that Klavier is tired.
Silently, he prepares some soup and pulls out the softest blankets he can find. He helps Klavier change out into a hoodie and sweatpants, brushing out his hair and braiding it just the way Klavier likes it.
He reaches out and wraps his arms around Klavier, pulling the taller man into a gentle, warm hug.
And Klavier lets him.
(The feeling of Apollo's warmth, his reassuring embrace, is enough to make Klavier smile.)
iv: his kisses
(a taste of ambrosia lingers on his lips, so irresistible he is)
Apollo's lips taste of strawberry lip balm.
And it's almost addictive, judging by how many kisses Klavier steals.
They'd be cuddling on the couch, watching some chick flick neither of them were really paying attention to, and Klavier would lean over to give Apollo a quick peck.
They'd be walking home after grabbing a quick drink from Starbucks, and Klavier would beckon to Apollo to come closer, sealing the gap between them as Klavier feels Apollo's soft lips on his.
Heck, they'd even be leaving for work and he'd give Apollo a goodbye kiss, a lingering memory for both of them to hold on to through the long day, eagerly awaiting the other's return.
(But every time, Apollo asks for a real kiss.
And Klavier never denies.)
v: his comfort
(and cruelty's tendrils of darkness he banishes, he protects his loved one so)
Klavier is often plagued by nightmares.
They're always the same: Kristoph or Daryan towering over him as he remains curled up on the ground. They kick him into the corner, call him worthless, a failure, a loser that never deserved to live.
Klavier cries out, but they never listen.
He wakes up drenched in sweat, tears pooling as he feels knives piercing into his heart.
(But even wounds can be healed, porcelain sealed with gold to be stronger and more beautiful than before.)
Apollo stirs, and instantly he knows what's happening. He takes Klavier in his arms, rubbing soothing circles into his back, pressing kisses to his head, to his jaw, to his shoulders. He whispers that he's always there for Klavier, and fuck Kris, fuck Daryan, they don't decide who you are or what you're worth, I love you, Klav, I love you for who you are.
Klavier breaks away, looking into Apollo's eyes.
"You love me?"
"I have always loved you," Apollo smiles.
(And his bracelet doesn't tighten at one word.)
vi. his promise
(the words that escape his lips are like a symphony to the ears)
"Klavier, baby, could you come here for a minute?"
"Hmm?" Klavier mumbles, rubbing the sleep away from his eyes and stumbling hazily into the living room.
"I need to ask you something important..." Apollo's voice tightens.
Mein Gott... is he going to... break up with me? No. No, it can't be.
"I've been thinking about asking you for a while now..." he begins.
"I've loved you since the day we met. Your vibrant personality has never failed to make me smile, and while we got off to a rocky start, I'm really happy with where we are right now." Klavier smiles at these words. He's really glad too. "Your courage, your passion, your unwavering determination... they're all admirable qualities about you. I really love you, Klav, and..." Apollo falters, gulping.
"Will you be mine forever?"
He gets on one knee, opening the velvet box in his hand.
Inside, a thin band of silver rests on the pillow, an amethyst set in the middle of the ring.
And Klavier feels an entire weight lifted off his chest.
"Yes, yes, Apollo, I will!" he screams, lifting his fiance (mein Gott, his fiance) off his feet and pulling him into a big hug. He pulls away briefly, his face melting into an expression of pure joy as he looks at Apollo.
"Yes," he says again, kissing the man he loves softly.
"I will."