[percipiunt-blog1]

“ All for me? I’m flattered, Gavin. “

     He took Klavier up on his unspoken offer, pulling out one of the chairs and planting himself in it. Apollo leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and joining his hands.

“ – Yeah? I’ll have to make it up to you later, then. “ The words had passed his lips before he’d really have the time to think about what he was saying. Knowing Klavier, he’d probably hold him to it. 

[achtvngbaby]

Klavier laughed and shook his head with a small shrug. “Honestly, it’s no big. I think I’d much rather like treating you, you know? After all, I have plenty of cash to spend, and you always look like you could use a bit of time off from,” he paused, smirking, “well, Wright’s circus.”

He laughed again at his own joke, before sitting back. “I won’t hold you to it, though, as much as I’d like to you. You seem to be busy these upcoming weeks. You ready for battle, Herr Forehead?”

[achtvngbaby]

maybe like for a starter?? :D

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

[notgymshoe-t-deactivated2016080]

Spoiled him? Dick certainly hoped he wasn’t spoiled. That would mean that Gavin found his work style didn’t match his own. He moved his hand up to scratch the back of his head, a small nervous tick he’d acquired. “Sorry, I’m usually expected to have everything done before the first meeting,” he admitted before clearing his throat. “Well I was, I guess.” Now it was Gavin’s standards he had to live up to, and they were a lot easier on the system.

“Right!” he said, inhaling deeply at the request. “So far the victim seemed to be liked by everyone, however we did find a series of I.O.U notes written by the suspect,” he said, pushing over a small packet. “We’re establishing the victim’s next of kin, or if they had a will to see the suspect’s connection to them so there may be some financial motive but…” Dick scratched the back of his head again, looking down in shame.  “We haven’t had the time to check it all yet so… for now it’s speculation…”

[achtvngbaby]

"I understand entirely. Perhaps unfortunately, I am all too familiar with the workings of the chief prosecutor. And I don’t just mean from the times I’ve caught him while swinging by to annoy my rival, you know.” His eyes twinkled with mischief as he winked at the detective. It was a lighthearted attempt at relaxing the poor, wound up detective, and so far it didn’t seem to be working.

So instead, he refocused on the task at hand, a small smile staying on his face. He lifted his small notebook and made a few notes as the detective went over the evidence, nodding along encouragingly.

“Das ist genehmigt. Most of what we prosecutors do can be classified as speculation, no? After all, we have to piece all of the puzzle pieces together as a cohesive story.” He looked over his notes once more and frowned. “Tell me about those I.O.U. notes?”

[forensicenthusiast-deactivated2]

TᕼE ᔕᑕIEᑎTIᖴIᑕ ᖇOᑌTE! ミ☆

She’s flailing, stumbling to ensure that she doesn’t face-plant when a foppish amount of dramatic weight is settled on her. “Gah…!” Is her initial reaction, but as per usual, Ema is quick to rant, “What are you, some pubescent brat that cries over split orange juice?! Off, off, off, off!” 

[achtvngbaby]

In her attempt to keep herself balanced, the detective’s flailing arms hit him and he winces, more in surprise than pain (though he’s sure she packs a  mean punch). He huffs indignantly and straightens his jacket, shooting a half- serious glare her way.

“I like to think that I’m a post-pubescent brat, thank you.” He smiles at his own joke, before groaning again at his own reflection in the glasses on her head. “But seriously, tell me this isn’t horrible with a straight face! Exactly,” he moans, “you can’t!” 

[objectingtoobjections]

Not…funny..? 

Klavier’s reaction was insulting, in a way, as if it implied that he would carelessly joke about such a sensitive topic. Sure, his moral grounds had never exactly been steady, but even he had his limits (strangely placed as they may be). Rejection without consideration- needless to say, that was a first for the formerly glorious rock star…

“Now, wait a minute,” he said, lips pursing into a frown. “Funny? Who said I was trying to be funny? Listen, just because you’ve got yourself all figured out doesn’t mean everyone does. I… I think this makes sense, now that I’m actually thinking about it,” Daryan confessed, brow furrowing as he tried to mentally ward off an impending headache. “I mean, it explains things, I guess… You’re not even going to hear me out, are you?”

[achtvngbaby]

Klavier laughed a little under his breath, shaking his head. “Daryan, I very much appreciate you thinking that I have everything figured out, but I assure you that is quite the opposite of truth.”

There was a beat of silence before he sank a little lower in his chair, shoulders drooping and leather jacket creaking in protest to his slow movements. This had always been a delicate subject, one that, before now, had only been approached after copious amounts of alcohol and a hard bassline raising their adrenaline  levels.

“Forgive me, Daryan, I promise it was not my intention to cut you off.” He swallowed and gently placed his fingers back over the taller man’s. “You just have to understand, this is... a delicate subject. We’ve been in this exact situation before, albeit a bit  less incarcerated, and it has never yielded anything but heartbreak for me. So forgive me for being a bit cynical.”

At the word heartbreak, he looks up into Daryan’s eyes, his own hard and focused.

[devildefense]

The way his brother looks at him says it all, really. He hadn’t meant for this – for Klavier to shrink away and cower under his hold. God, all he’d wanted was for him to understand, to listen…

Why does he never listen?

         “Do you think I’d be working this hard if you were a waste of my time?”

Fear, terror– He’s looking at him as if he’s some kind of monster, as though he’s intended him all the harm in the world when in reality, Kristoph wants the exact opposite. He only wishes it weren’t so damn hard to tell him the truth.

         “Klavier, I can’t just sit around and wait for the day you might get famous.           We have bills to pay, a roof to keep over our head – we’ve got to feed ourselves.           These are immediate, pressing issues that aren’t just going to go away until you           make it big in the music scene.”

He relents his hold on his younger sibling, casting his gaze aside distantly. This is how he always has been – pushing his own unpleasant feelings aside out of some kind of misguided sense of necessity. Klavier needs him to be a strong, consistent and reliable figure in his life. Getting upset and emotional isn’t going to help towards that goal, is it?

There’s a sigh; resignation, it seems. He’s given up on trying to explain. Yet again, Klavier gets what Klavier wants, even if it comes at the price of his brother’s precious time and effort.

         “It… It’s fine, little brother. I’ll just have to find a second job. If it’s what it’ll take to           make you happy and allow you to pursue this… Goal of yours, then so be it.”

At this rate, he’s going to work himself into the ground  – but Kristoph doesn’t mind much. The work provides decent distraction from any lingering thoughts in regards to their parents. Losing a family is never an easy thing, no matter how close to them one may or may not have been. His studies and cases have been the only thing keeping him from wallowing in grief and self-pity, and part of him wonders if he’s even had a chance to grieve at all.

Either way – he’s sure – Klavier will come to realise that his elder sibling was correct all along, that his dreams and expectations are entirely unrealistic and surely then he will refocus his career choices upon something a little more appropriate than ‘sexy rockstar’.

Perhaps he simply needs to let his brother fall, so that he may pick him back up again and set him upon the proper path to success.

         “I– I’m sorry. I shouldn’t yell at you like that. Tell you what– I’ll try my best to           convince my boss to let me come and see this gig of yours, hmn? How would           you like that?”

[achtvngbaby]

Klavier's words and protests die in his throat as guilt overwhelms him. As he looks at his brother’s face, the elder looking distantly away from him, he notices for the first time the effects of stress. Unnecessary stress, his mind unhelpfully adds, given that he has a dependent in addition to his already difficult work. And it isn’t exactly like Klavier makes living with him easy; he’s spoiled rotten by both his parents and Daryan, and for the first time in a long time he doesn’t exactly know what to say, how to charm or flirt or smile his way through the situation.

Klavier’s hands slide into his pockets, and he gently slides down from the counter, his expression a mixture of sadness and further guilt. 

“No, you... you don’t have to do that. You don’t need to stress yourself out further, Kris.”

He hesitates for a moment before moving silently to sit at their crowded countertop, in an actual seat this time.

When exactly had they gotten like this? When they were younger, the two of them had their fair share of fights, but they usually resolved quickly, either by their own blubbering apology or their parents’ insistence. Now, instead of real arguments, there was only a harsh, tense silence. One would explode, and rather than issue any real apology or try to work through anything, they would let their resentment simmer under the surface until it was time again for one of them to lose their already short tempers.

"And don’t worry about the gig. You need the extra hours until I get another job.”

He tugs the little envelope out of his pocket and slides it across the counter toward Kris with a wry little smile as he looks down and picks at his nails, a familiar bad habit.

"Until then, here. We got paid three hundred, and Daryan told me we could keep it. Es ist nicht viel, aber es sollte helfen.”

[achtvngbaby]

:-3c

[achtvngbaby]

hey lovelies! i know i haven’t really been around, you know? but i haven’t really had much of a kick for klavier recently, and i’ve been working around with some school stuff. 

in all likelihood, until about mid-august, i won’t be doing so much replying on here, so i guess you could call this a SEMI-HIATUS. the same goes for edgeworth, but if you really wanna find me, i’ll be on @knockemdeadx​​ more than anything else! if you haven’t got my skype and want to talk to me, shoot me an ask over there and i’ll add you! ♥♥♥

[achtvngbaby]

[12:14:09 AM] Eggy: m a n so i got some krissy ideas 8))))

(SWEATS)

[waxingpoeticbinarythinking-deac]

someone: who hurt you

me: do you want the complete unabridged annotated version or will the beginners introduction suffice

[achtvngbaby]

my replies may end up being a bit scarce today because i have a raging headache, but i’ll do my best

[objectingtoobjections]

Warm hands slipped away from his own, their phantom cold on his skin in their wake. Daryan had to fight the urge to reach out after him, if only to console himself. Klavier was tangible still- he was there, right in front of him, and he hadn’t left. In that moment, his assured presence was all that mattered to a deceitful, incarcerated heart. 

Then his words finally registered, leaving lips parted in surprise. Sure, he had known that their little games had carried more sentiment for the blond than they ever could have for Daryan- that could be applied to just about any situation. For the longest time, Daryan’s intentions had been solely for relief- with enough liquor in him, even Klavier would pass for a pretty blond girl. However, in the time leading up to his arrest, he had found these little encounters occurring less and less- something he had summed up to the stress of lawbreaking. 

“…Who says it only matters to you?” he inquired, voice meeker than it ought’ve been, for he couldn’t quite believe the words himself. All things considered, developing such ties would explain his reluctance to simply use Klavier as he would a simple fan… Oh, how tedious a romantic relationship could be. With the girls he brought home, there was no fear of them breaking and despising him. “I mean, this is completely new to me, too, don’t get me wrong. Just… what if it’s not true?”

[achtvngbaby]

Daryan’s words made Klavier sigh. Who had said it only mattered to him? It was almost enough to make him laugh. They’d known each other since they were  seventeen, lived together since nineteen, and they had skirted around each other for all of two tours and a full career in criminal justice. Klavier had done his best to open himself, and to show Daryan how he felt, and yet he had gotten nothing in return except embarrassed teenage experimenting and drunken hookups.

"Dar, that’s not funny,” he said, voice quiet and tight. He felt words pushing up to the front of his mouth and he fought to keep them inside. Now, sitting in this room in a prison, was not the time to be confessing anything. In order for that, he thought, he’d need to be full-up on tequila and riding the adrenaline high of the crowd, not stone-cold sober and feeling his own heart aching in his chest.

So, instead of allowing himself to speak, Klavier sat in silence, looking up at his partner with a small, hurt frown.

[notgymshoe-t-deactivated2016080]

Dick was already starting to frantically plan, trying to see how far they could dig into financial records before others, working out how much overtime that would add up to. The snap of his fingers brought him back round, and once again he was made to look a little foolish.

Yet at that point, his embarrassment didn’t matter, purely because of those four words ‘I need your help’. His work was appreciated, actually appreciated. He knew that prosecution was a high-stress job, and he couldn’t expect them to take their time to be polite to him. Often it was made out as if he didn’t do any work at all, even though he tried quite hard. Besides, he was only human, and a handsome, smiling face in itself probably would have been enough to get him to sit back down.

“… Right, sorry boss,” he said before sitting down across from him, sitting up straight. “Got a bit ahead of myself…”

[achtvngbaby]

“Ja, perhaps, but it’s always something I’ll think, you know? If I had listened to him, Klavier smiled brightly at the detective once more as he took a seat, shaking his head softly. “It’s alright, no need to apologize. I very much appreciate your eagerness to work, but perhaps such a long time of working for Herr Edgeworth has spoiled you for other prosecutors with more lenient styles,” he joked.

There was probably a grain of truth to that, but that he would keep to himself. Having worked for the chief prosecutor for a while himself, he recognized exactly how working for him felt: stressful, and a bit like a disappointed dad looking down on you.

“Still, do you think you could further explain some of the evidence to me?”

[chcrdsofsteel-blog]

“No,” Apollo replied, shaking his head. “He wasn’t right. Please don’t… don’t say that. Klavier, I like you just the way you are.”

Klavier must be hurting as much as he was…

[achtvngbaby]

Klavier smiled softly and peppered a few kisses over Apollo’s cheek. “You shouldn’t worry so much about me. I’m not the one who’s hurt here, you know?”  

That wasn’t true, though, for sure. When it came to his brother, there was always a  mixture of feelings. Fear, for sure, but others; guilt, worry, and sadness. Though their relationship had never been exactly perfect, Klavier used to have hope that they  would work everything out, but each day seemed to drive that further into the ground.

[percipiunt-blog1]

“ He just wants attention. It’s not his fault you decided you should wear something that his hair would show up on. “ Apollo gave the cat a scratch behind the ears.

“ – Mine either, for that matter. “

[achtvngbaby]

“It is your fault for neglecting to tell me that you had a cat, though!” Klavier  looks down at the cat in Apollo’s arms, tentatively patting at his head.

[notgymshoe-t-deactivated2016080]

“Um… not yet boss,” Dick let out, his shoulders then falling into a slump. And to think that everything had been going relatively well up until that point. He’d secured evidence, testimony, he was sure he’d thought of everything. Family history.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think of-…” He then stood up. “I’ll go get that started now, boss.”

[achtvngbaby]

The blonde shook his head, snapping to draw the detective’s attention back to him. “That won’t be necessary right now, Detective, honestly. You’ve already gathered so much today, and I still haven’t even finished looking over it!

He gestured down to the copies of evidence and papers, smile wide. “I see no sense in overloading yourself when I need your help right here, do you?”