[ Apollo knows he shouldn't say stupid things like nothing will go wrong. There are time when things have gone so far beyond wrong for the Authority that it felt laughable to think that things would ever go right for them. But it's what Midnighter needs to hear (even if he doesn't believe him) and Apollo is only too happy to provide that extra bit of reassurance. Even if it's a ridiculous thing to promise.
But he's beaming at Midnighter now. Resolutely Apollo keeps Midnighter's hands within his own even as they fall away from his collar; he shifts his grip so that instead of the loose fist he had around Midnighter's wrists he now just holds them gently, warmly. Rubbing each thumb over the back of his fingers, enjoying the feeling of skin where there's usually a leather glove. ]
I'll come back to you. Promise.
[ The oath is hushed, gentle. It's not the one that Midnighter's asking for but it's close - and in a way, it's more important. There are so many times when it's been Midnighter leaving and Apollo is the one left at home - left while Midnighter goes off on his own little missions, righting wrongs and getting things out of his system - without knowing whether Midnighter is going to come home again. Apollo is determined to not let that happen here. ]
Just don't tear the station apart while I'm gone, all right? [ He's joking but only a little bit. ] And don't solve any mysteries without me either.
[despite the smile on apollo's face, despite the warm feeling that settles in the middle of his chest at being the cause of it, midnighter's expression still doesn't change. doesn't soften the way it usually would when they come to an understanding. he isn't happy about this, and it's a feeling that won't change until the moment that apollo makes it back from that planet again.
what he does do, however, is drag apollo in to a kiss. something that's more aggressive, more teeth than lips. something that's loaded with desperation.
what if things do go wrong? what if this is the last time he gets to see his husband...]
I've got to go punch something. If I don't leave now, it'll be you.
[which, given the way things just went, isn't going to end well. better to duck out now than do something he'll hate himself for later.]
[ The kiss is aggressive, sure, but Apollo can handle a bit of aggression. Kisses like these remind him of other kisses snatched in other places, other times - after a battle, after a fight, when the adrenaline is still pounding in their veins and there's blood on their lips. Yeah, Apollo can handle aggression.
They part again and Apollo takes the opportunity to move his hands, sliding them around Midnighter's waist. ]
Punch things after I leave. [ The words are murmured, a little pleading, and his arms tighten possessively. Now that they've reached this delicate agreement Apollo doesn't want his husband out of his presence so easily. ] Or let me join in, at least.
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But he's beaming at Midnighter now. Resolutely Apollo keeps Midnighter's hands within his own even as they fall away from his collar; he shifts his grip so that instead of the loose fist he had around Midnighter's wrists he now just holds them gently, warmly. Rubbing each thumb over the back of his fingers, enjoying the feeling of skin where there's usually a leather glove. ]
I'll come back to you. Promise.
[ The oath is hushed, gentle. It's not the one that Midnighter's asking for but it's close - and in a way, it's more important. There are so many times when it's been Midnighter leaving and Apollo is the one left at home - left while Midnighter goes off on his own little missions, righting wrongs and getting things out of his system - without knowing whether Midnighter is going to come home again. Apollo is determined to not let that happen here. ]
Just don't tear the station apart while I'm gone, all right? [ He's joking but only a little bit. ] And don't solve any mysteries without me either.
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what he does do, however, is drag apollo in to a kiss. something that's more aggressive, more teeth than lips. something that's loaded with desperation.
what if things do go wrong? what if this is the last time he gets to see his husband...]
I've got to go punch something. If I don't leave now, it'll be you.
[which, given the way things just went, isn't going to end well. better to duck out now than do something he'll hate himself for later.]
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They part again and Apollo takes the opportunity to move his hands, sliding them around Midnighter's waist. ]
Punch things after I leave. [ The words are murmured, a little pleading, and his arms tighten possessively. Now that they've reached this delicate agreement Apollo doesn't want his husband out of his presence so easily. ] Or let me join in, at least.