[ He's fortunately only out for about ten seconds...
There's a quiet sound as he reaches for his head, and then looks up at Akira. ]
Ah...
[ Immediately, his cheeks are flushing and he looks away, clearly embarrassed by how he was acting. ]
... Exhaustion. I haven't been sleeping well.
[ Which is to say he wants Akira to understand that this isn't his fault. Nevermind that it's clear he's holding something back there - like how he actually hasn't been sleeping, at all. He moves to sit up. For now, he doesn't say anything else. ]
[He relaxes a little when Apollon accepts, and there's no hesitation to bring him over to his bed. He doesn't plan on sleeping awhile himself, anyway, and he could figure out something else if he really had to— if the god ended up comaing.
There's a glance to that expression, and the tiredness he sees there seems to go soul-deep. His hand comes up to rub the blond's back.]
[ Oh... Akira's bed. There's a hint of fluster even if it doesn't show on his face. He simply smiles - one that doesn't reach his eyes, unfortunately.
He hesitates just for a moment before lying down - shoes off first, of course, and after giving Akira a small smile in response to the hand on his back.
There's a lot of hesitance before he answers the question. It's glaringly obvious that he's feeling like even this is far more than he deserves. ]
[... the hint of fluster makes Akira a little flustered himself, but he's quickly distracted again by the overall state of Apollon.
... yeah, it really is obvious, and it hurts. Akira may not know the god well at all, but he has a gut feeling: there's a good person in there, somewhere, who needs help. A good person who is so resolutely loyal to whatever ideals he has that he can't bear to forgive himself of his transgressions of them.
There's a painful desire within Akira to dampen some of that self-loathing, and maybe if he wasn't a god, he would. Just enough to get him to accept Akira's help.
A gentle nod.]
Okay. Make yourself comfortable.
[He can get under then sheets if he needs to, or get into whatever position is most comfortable for him.
And then Akira takes a seat next to him and begins to soothe his emotions. Anxiety or worry— emotions of this nature will be dampened while a sense of security and calm are coaxed within him.
He reaches out, gently brushing some of the bangs out of Apollon's face. Quietly, he prays that part of this horrible depression stems from the lack of sleep he's gotten. Maybe, once he's fully rested, he would be more open to getting the help he needs.
[ He feels flustered enough without getting under the sheets, but he is absolutely going to pause... and then sit up. He can't sleep with a shirt on, so he's just. Going to remove that. He's, uh... far more built than his clothes would imply, since he typically wears them just loose enough that it's hidden.
After loosely folding that, he'll set it next to him and lie back down. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
It's after those negative feelings seem to shift out of the picture, gradually replaced with some calm and security, there's... a brief struggle against it for now. It's actually not altogether intentional - more like he's just that used to fighting against himself.
When Akira brushes the bangs from his face, his cheeks darken the tiniest bit, and then he reaches up, returning the gesture. There's a small smile on his lips as he does. ]
Akira will, uh, politely avert his gaze while he undresses himself? And when he's looking back...An
Oh my.
Don't get distracted, Akira.
...ah. He can feel that internal struggle. That's...
God, this level of self destructiveness makes Akira's stomach twist. He just continues to gently instill that security and calm— it's okay, there's no need to fight...
And the returned gesture and smile has a bit of a blush of his own rising to his cheeks, gaze softening considerably. His hand comes up and takes the god's, giving a squeeze.
Being so bisexual is hard, isn't it? Big mood, Akira. Apollon can't help the quiet laugh that slips out, some amusement blossoming, even if there's still the struggle within.
It's difficult, letting go, but he very gradually does. His breath softly catches when Akira takes his hand, and he can feel his eyes threatening to sting - a dim ache surfaces, and he takes a deep breath.
Still, he lets his hand stay in the human's. The security and calm certainly help... They help more and more, the longer Akira persists.
After a moment, he finally does relax completely. He holds a blink, tugging Akira's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. ]
[Wtf... there's a small huff at that, shut up Apollon...
Even if that quiet laugh tickles his eardrums and makes him yearn to hear more: a light-hearted, genuine laugh from deep within.
Ah... there's so much pain. Even this little contact has... so much yearning and grief attached with it.
So much damage in his heart...
... oh. His face is definitely turning red at the kiss to his knuckles, breath catching softly. He doesn't pull away at all, instead offering a gentle smile.]
[ He yawns, sleepiness finally taking over, relaxation working its magic. ]
Wake me up if you're not comfortable sharing a bed with me, all right? Don't let me steal it. I can always move...
[ Another yawn as he somewhat snuggles into the pillow, a gentle smile - a genuine one, for once - surfacing. He's going to be dozing off in a matter of seconds, after that. ]
He slowly withdraws his hand, watching the god sleep for a moment. Hopefully, the peaceful way he went to sleep means there's less of a trigger for nightmares to occur, but...
Akira will stay here anyway, just in case. He never used his powers on a sleeping person before, but he doesn't see why he shouldn't be able to...]
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There's a quiet sound as he reaches for his head, and then looks up at Akira. ]
Ah...
[ Immediately, his cheeks are flushing and he looks away, clearly embarrassed by how he was acting. ]
... Exhaustion. I haven't been sleeping well.
[ Which is to say he wants Akira to understand that this isn't his fault. Nevermind that it's clear he's holding something back there - like how he actually hasn't been sleeping, at all. He moves to sit up. For now, he doesn't say anything else. ]
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... c'mon.
[He's moving to help the god up.]
At least let me help you get some proper sleep.
[He sounds pretty firm about this— he's determined to help Apollon one way or another.]
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After a moment of what looks and feels to be internal wrestling, he nods. ]
All right. I'll accept that...
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There's a glance to that expression, and the tiredness he sees there seems to go soul-deep. His hand comes up to rub the blond's back.]
So what's disturbing your sleep the most?
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He hesitates just for a moment before lying down - shoes off first, of course, and after giving Akira a small smile in response to the hand on his back.
There's a lot of hesitance before he answers the question. It's glaringly obvious that he's feeling like even this is far more than he deserves. ]
... Nightmares.
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... yeah, it really is obvious, and it hurts. Akira may not know the god well at all, but he has a gut feeling: there's a good person in there, somewhere, who needs help. A good person who is so resolutely loyal to whatever ideals he has that he can't bear to forgive himself of his transgressions of them.
There's a painful desire within Akira to dampen some of that self-loathing, and maybe if he wasn't a god, he would. Just enough to get him to accept Akira's help.
A gentle nod.]
Okay. Make yourself comfortable.
[He can get under then sheets if he needs to, or get into whatever position is most comfortable for him.
And then Akira takes a seat next to him and begins to soothe his emotions. Anxiety or worry— emotions of this nature will be dampened while a sense of security and calm are coaxed within him.
He reaches out, gently brushing some of the bangs out of Apollon's face. Quietly, he prays that part of this horrible depression stems from the lack of sleep he's gotten. Maybe, once he's fully rested, he would be more open to getting the help he needs.
But he isn't counting on it.]
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After loosely folding that, he'll set it next to him and lie back down. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
It's after those negative feelings seem to shift out of the picture, gradually replaced with some calm and security, there's... a brief struggle against it for now. It's actually not altogether intentional - more like he's just that used to fighting against himself.
When Akira brushes the bangs from his face, his cheeks darken the tiniest bit, and then he reaches up, returning the gesture. There's a small smile on his lips as he does. ]
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Oh, my.
Akira will, uh, politely avert his gaze while he undresses himself? And when he's looking back...An
Oh my.
Don't get distracted, Akira.
...ah. He can feel that internal struggle. That's...
God, this level of self destructiveness makes Akira's stomach twist. He just continues to gently instill that security and calm— it's okay, there's no need to fight...
And the returned gesture and smile has a bit of a blush of his own rising to his cheeks, gaze softening considerably. His hand comes up and takes the god's, giving a squeeze.
Akira will help him. No matter what.]
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Being so bisexual is hard, isn't it? Big mood, Akira. Apollon can't help the quiet laugh that slips out, some amusement blossoming, even if there's still the struggle within.
It's difficult, letting go, but he very gradually does. His breath softly catches when Akira takes his hand, and he can feel his eyes threatening to sting - a dim ache surfaces, and he takes a deep breath.
Still, he lets his hand stay in the human's. The security and calm certainly help... They help more and more, the longer Akira persists.
After a moment, he finally does relax completely. He holds a blink, tugging Akira's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. ]
Thank you, Akira...
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Even if that quiet laugh tickles his eardrums and makes him yearn to hear more: a light-hearted, genuine laugh from deep within.
Ah... there's so much pain. Even this little contact has... so much yearning and grief attached with it.
So much damage in his heart...
... oh. His face is definitely turning red at the kiss to his knuckles, breath catching softly. He doesn't pull away at all, instead offering a gentle smile.]
Sweet dreams, Apollon.
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Wake me up if you're not comfortable sharing a bed with me, all right? Don't let me steal it. I can always move...
[ Another yawn as he somewhat snuggles into the pillow, a gentle smile - a genuine one, for once - surfacing. He's going to be dozing off in a matter of seconds, after that. ]
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He slowly withdraws his hand, watching the god sleep for a moment. Hopefully, the peaceful way he went to sleep means there's less of a trigger for nightmares to occur, but...
Akira will stay here anyway, just in case. He never used his powers on a sleeping person before, but he doesn't see why he shouldn't be able to...]