[R][Apollo]take my heart but please dont break it.

[SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE]

*- -The last few weeks had easily been the hardest Sephora had ever experienced. Her heart hurt, felt as if it had been cleaved in two, and the feeling wasn't going away. She felt so horrible. She remembered the silent trip home. Oh god, how she had dreaded it. She had been looking forward to it at first, couldn't wait for the heat they would be making in the dark when they got home. And then she had seen Apollo with Ronja, and her heart had shattered into a trillion miniscule peices. She didn't think there was enough glue in the world to put it back together. It was easily the worst feeling she had ever experienced, because it physically hurt her. It felt as if somebody had taken a sledgehammer and smashed her heart. If she had known it would hurt this much, she wouldn't have let herself love him. She wouldn't have let him have something as delicate as her heart. she was distraught, totally destroyed. She had had a hard time keeping herself together the whole time they were on their way home. She had wanted nothing more than a dark corner and the chance to cry herself to sleep, but she didn't even get that. She got to climb into bed and sleep next to the man that had broken her heart beyond repair. She had wanted nothing more than to weep, but that just wasn't allowed. She couldn't let him see how much he had broken her and sob in front of him. She had contained herself as best she could (aside from the few tears that had leaked down her cheeks). She didn't want him to see her cry. But seeing him go off into the forest with Ronja and then come back all red-cheeked had hurt her in ways she didn't know she could hurt. She felt as if she had done something wrong, and has displeased him in some way to make him want to punish her. To make her want to hurt as badly as she hurt now.

*- -Sephora had held it all in until he had left to go spar or something the next day, and then she had wept. Huge, body wracking sobs that defied her attempts to contain them. She had managed to keep relatively quiet, went about her work. She couldn't stop wondering why she wasn't good enough. Had she done something terribly wrong to make him want to hurt her? He must have known that it would hurt her. Sephora had just begun to feel secure enough with him to show him the side of her that was braver and adventurous, that took risks. She wasn't fearful of the consequences. Now, she didn't know if she would ever get her confidence back. It hurt her just to see him, to want him and love him and know that he had wanted Ronja. She wondered if he felt bad, but had decided probably not. She wished she could figure out a way not to hurt so badly, not to want to cry everytime she saw him. It was hard to sleep in bed next to him and contain her tears. It hurt, and that was it. She wished that he would love her, as stupid as it sounded. She felt pathetic for even thinking it, for feeling so broken. She was his possession, he didn't owe her any explanation or reasoning behind what he did. She was his slave. But she did have feelings, and her feelings were hurt so badly. She wanted to sit by herself and try and work through her feelings, but it was all just a big mess. Hurt, love, total confusion. The worst part was that she still loved him so fully. He could do almost anything, and she would still be totally loyal to him. She just wanted his approval. Sephora didn't want to give him a reason to be angry, so she had done everything she needed to do, kept up the housekeeping and made sure she was available for him whenever he needed her. It didn't matter how horrible she felt, she had things she needed to make sure she did.

*- -She had spent the better part of the morning on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with a brush. Anything to keep her mind off of Apollo and the gaping wound where her heart used to reside. She had put all her energy into housework. Her knees were worn and her hands were sore, but she didn't notice. Even the pain in her heart dulled when she busied herself. The floor had never been so clean. She had scrubbed the dirt right out of the damn stone, it probably hadn't even been this clean when they put it in. It gave her something to concentrate on, but Apollo hadn't been far from her mind in the last few weeks. How could she forget it? It ewas permanently seared in her memory and she was sure it was an image she would never forget. She could pinpoint the exact moment when her heart broke in half, when she had seen Ronja touching him and him dragging her off to the forest. She tried to push the thoughts back, instead scrubbing harder at the floor, crawling forward a few inches. She couldn't seem to push the thoughts away. They grew, and they made her chest throb painfully. Sephora squeezed her eyes shut and willed back another wave of tears, but it didn't seem to work too well. She could feel them pushing, building in her tear ducts and welling over, slowly making their way down her cheeks. She wished they would stop. She already felt like her whole world had tumbled down, nevermind the tears that pushed at her everytime she thought of it. She paused, scrubbing her cheeks with the back of her hands. The only thing it did was remove the tearstain from her cheek, and it was nearly instantaneously replaced by another. She was fighting a losing battle.

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[APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS]

Miserable.

That was the closest possible word to describe how he was feeling. It wasn't quite like the way he was when his mother was around. Back then the feelings had been hopelessness, anger, dispair. This was different. This was an unhealthy conbination of guilt, anger, and some other unhappy feelings he was unfamiliar with. His chest felt like a bulge of pain, pulsing in time with the beating of his heart. This had to do with Ronja, what they'd done, and Sephora. He was not ignorant enough to pretend that it was due to something else. But why was he like this? Apollo was the insensitive one, the jerk, the 'asshole' as humans would put it. He'd even been called a monster once.

He'd been glad to leave his quarters, leave Sephora, and head to sparring. Apollo knew he could let out some of his frustration there. However his assumption had been very wrong. In stead of beating on others as a form of therapy, he'd been too dull, too distracted to fight properly. So he'd gotten himself hurt quite badly.

Practice sparring amongst the Atra knights was not as easy or gentle as in other courts. The Atra were known for being vicious, violent even with one another. The other knights had taken advantage of his weakness, and gotten him back for all of the times in the past that he'd knocked them down on their asses.

He was limping slightly as he made his way back to his quarters, trying to walk as best as he could, but unable to hide a little of the limp. Blood covered his face, some cuts shallow and some deep in various places on his face and neck. His armour was dented, and harsh bruises covered the skin beneath. In some palces the metal had been dented so violently that it had broken inward, the sharp broken bits cutting into him. Apollo just wanted to go back to Sephora and hide from the world. He didn't want to be seen like this.

The Atra knight opened the door dragged himself inside, and shut it with a loud 'bang'. He then leaned against the closed door, his eyes closed. He didn't care. Misery, misery, misery. That was all his mind was focused on. Sephora could be anywhere in the main room, looking at him right now. But he hadn't taken the time to look, so he didn't know. Shit, he hurt all over, but none of it compared to the sharp pain in his chest.

[SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE]

*- -Sephora's hands hurt, rubbed almost raw from the brush on the floor. Her knees hurt from crawling, but she didn't seem to notice the pain. It was dull, unimportant. It was a small annoyance in the back of her mind. The hurt she was feeling was far more important and distracting than the feeling in her knees and she pushed on, scrubbing over the floor until it was as clean as it could be. She was being a little ocd, but she just needed the distraction from her feelings. She couldn't just sit and brood and be sad. She had things that needed to be done. She had thrown herself into her work. Everything was so fucking spotless. She had cleaned until it hurt her, until the cleaning liquid hurt her hand and her eyes burned and she just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. She had never worked so hard in her life. It was all that she had, the only routine and familiar thing left in her life. Besides, it gave her a reason to hide away from Apollo without upsetting him and making it seem like she was ignoring him or something like that.

*- -Sephora had been distracted from her obsessive scrubbing by the tears streaming down her face, dripping into the bucket of mop water. She couldn't seem to stop it. She was tired of the fact that she always seemed to burst into tears for no apparent reason. She always waited until she was totally alone, until Apollo had gone out, and then she cried in private. Somewhere where nobody could see her. She was embarassed by her tears, and by her attachment to her owner. She didn't have a right to think that Apollo should belong to her, and it was less that than the fact that she felt as if he had done it to punish her, and she just coudn't figure out what she had done wrong. Had she made him angry or hurt him? Was that why he had done Ronja? It was the most painful thing ever. It would hurt lless if somebody had wound up her heart on a fork like spaghetti and thrown it across the room, still beating. She just wanted to be alone in her sadness for while so she could cry. That wasn't allowed, though so she made due with what she had.

*- -She heard the door shut roughly and looked up, embarassed to have been caught crying. She had been careful not to do it where he could see her. Sephora was just so embarassed, she didn't want him to see. Her face flushed red. She could not possibly be more embarassed. She just wanted to curl up and maybe die, but then she saw that Apollo looked like he'd taken quite a beating. It caught her attention and for a moment she simply watched him, tears streaking down her cheeks to drip off of her chin. She stared for a moment or two and then started to crawl towards him. She went a little bit and paused again, rather like a dog afraid of getting a kick for going too close. "Apollo?" Her voice wavered, betraying the fact that she was all choked up and had been crying. Embarassed, her face flushed a deeper pink. She watched him, cringed at the sight of all the blood. She wanted to fix it, kiss his wounds and bruises all better and make him feel better. It was just hard for her to look and see him like that when she wanted to fix it so bad.


*- -She chewed on her lip, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, although it didn't seem to do much to stem the flow. She watched him for a long time, perched on her hands and knees. She was nervous to move forward in case she was rebuked or made him angry. She knew his views on hitting women, and knew that if she did something that he thought deserved a smack, he would hit her. She didn't recall him ever hitting her, and she was nervous that if she pushed and got close to him he would slap her back. Her lip quivered in a combination of nerves and uncertainty and sadness, and she watched him, eyes wide while she waited for any kind of reaction from him. A look. A word. Absolutely anything. She crawled closer to him, pausing another couple of feet to look at him warily. She didn't want him to lash out at her, and so she sat there, her eyes filled with tears while she waited for him to give her any indication of it being ok for her to move. She couldn't contain her emotions anymore. She gave up.

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[APOLLO LICHTAR MELWAS]

He heard her move, his Sephora, and then he heard her speak, saying his name. Apollo kept his eyes closed, his head and body leaning against the closed door. He lifted his arm and flipped the lock before letting it drop back to his side. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. This was so not his day. Actually, the last few weeks had been hell. He hadn't touched Sephora in that entire time, and he couldn't help but wonder if she asked herself why that was. It certainly wasn't because he'd lost interest in her, turning his attention to Ronja. No, the Argentum lady had been his entertainment for one night --though he saw her more as a distraction-- and that was that. He would probably never see the other fae again. He'd been scared of what he felt for Sephora, having felt it only once before, and that having been with an equal. Come to think of it, he was still afraid. Scared of feeling --he saw emotions as a weakness-- as well as afraid of having his feelings turned against him. Aaliyah had betrayed him, and he'd been oh so close to opening himself to her completely.

He hadn't even given her all of himself yet she'd managed to wound him considerably. Apollo did not want to imagine how badly he would be hurt if he actually bared his heart and soul to someone. Did he even have a heart? This was a question he often liked to ask himself. It was his own way of defying emotions. Feelings were a crippling thing, particularly feelings of love.

Apollo wanted to curse aloud, or just let him himself slide down to the stone floor and never move again. He'd defintely been a victim to emotions all of his life, without really allowing himself to know it. That or he'd been in denial. His mother had always hurt him, and pain was definitely an emotion in his book. And right now, his chest throbbed with what he supposed was heartache. Yes, heartache and misery were definitely befitting words for how he felt, and it angered him. Apollo, knight of the Atra court, well know for being insensitive and even cruel....could not be experiencing heartache! Misery eyes, but hearache...

He finally allowed his eyes to open, and he didn't see her anywhere. Apollo lowered his head slowly, and caught sight of her, on hands and knees on the floor before him. The knight blinked almost sleepily, almost as if in a trance,

"Are you crying?"

A woman's tears were a familiar sight for him, and the slight red in her eyes as well as the trails on her cheeks left by tears were a giveaway. But why would she be crying...?

After a moment of consideration, he found that to be a dumb question. She was a slave, and would be as long as he was alive....of course that would make her sad enough to cry.

[SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE]

*- -Sephora's feelings were so mixed up. She didn't know what to think or what to do, she just wanted the feeling to go away. Heartache and pain, she had never hurt like this. She had never loved anyone the way she had loved Apollo, although it defied all odds. Some people acted as if she loved him because she had no choice. But she could choose to resent him for all that he had done to her. Made her do things, touched her. But she didn't mind. She loved him. It had been hard at first, of course, but after it had gotten better and better until she knew that she loved him. The butterflies emerged at the mere sight of him, and she loved him through thick and thin, even if he made her cry. His words hurt her sometimes, more than it would if he actually hauled off and hit her. She tried so hard to please him, did anything that he wanted her to without a word. She just wanted his love and affection, and his approval. She tried so hard for him to be pleased, and was downright terrified of his disapproval. She would never disappoint him.

*- -She had crawled forward so tentatively, totally worried. She felt so...rejected. Unwanted. She felt as if he had chosen Ronja over her, and it hurt so much when he didn't seem to want her. Laying in bed wondering why he hadn't touched her in weeks was the worst. She wondered whether it was because Ronja was better than her. Or maybe he just didn't want her anymore. Maybe he was going to sell her off to somebody. That was her biggest nightmare, her worst fear. Twice in the last week she had awakened from a fitful sleep and a vivid nightmare of being sold. It would break her heart even further if that was at all possible, shatter it until it was totally beyond repair. She didn't think that she could handle it. Her heart could only take so much, and if he hurt her more, she was afraid that she would just die. She didn't know if she could handle it. This pain was so bad. She watched him, wished that the tears would stop rolling so obviously down her cheeks. She just wanted them to go away, but she couldn't seem to do it.

*- -She scampered forwards another inch or two and stood there, watching him. God, she wanted so badly to look him over, fix his bruised and battered body and kiss it until he felt better, but she held up, waited for a hint of permission to continue moving. His eyes met hers and it hurt her more than she had expected, eyes flooding up with tears all over again. They spilled over one by one, soaking her cheeks with salty wetness. She rubbed at them, stifling a sob. When she spoke to them, her voice was thick with the tears. "..Yes." She said, and really wasn't sure how else to explain herself. Dark hair tumbled over her shoulders and she focused her attention on him, watching for a moment. He didnt seem to be rejecting her or even looking like he was going to tell her to go away or slap her back, so she slowly crawled forwards to him, even though all of her instincts yelled at her to just go, go crawl into a dark little corner and cry it out. Cry out all the shards that were left of her broken heart.

*- -She moved to him so slowly, biting down on her lip because she was unsure. She crawled until she was right up against him, and then she sad, worriedly looking over the cuts and dents. She ran delicate fingers over all of them, and a fresh wave of tears built behind her eyes and refused to be held back. She loved him so much, why did he not want her? What had she done wrong? Her cheeks were soaked with tears and she felt decidedly pitiful. She didn't know what to do. Would he let her fix it, take off his armor so she could bathe his wounds? Her lip trembled as she looked up at him, hurt filling her eyes along with the tears. She wondered if he knew why she was crying. She watched him, slightly concerned she would be rebuked. "Apollo.." She started again, fingers brushing against the metal. "Can I...Can I please help you?" She felt as though she needed to ask his permission to touch him. She'd been sleeping alongside him for weeks and he hadn't touched her, and so she was far too nervous to be so bold as to touch him when she was so sure he didn't want her anymore. He didn't love her.

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Apollo was quite surprised that she said 'yes', confirming that she was indeed crying. Although it was quite evident that she was shedding tears, the knight knew that women would very often deny the fact that they are crying. He found it most annoying. But not Sephora, of course not. Did she have to become any more perfect? He wanted to curse aloud. His eyes closed again for a few moments, two ideas going head to head in his mind. He was caught between letting her go back to her people and keeping her as close to his side as possible. And in the end, selfishness won out. Maybe he didn't love her after all? If he loved her, he would have put her needs before his own and let her go...

He didn't need his mother there to tell him what a horrible being he was, how worthless. Apollo took up space, and used up air. That was what she used to say. The woman would assault him verbally when she didn't have the energy to torture him or try to kill him. His heart filled with hate, and he was almost relieved as it washed away the horrible feeling of misery. The relief however lasted mere moments, for Sephora spoke again. He opened his eyes and his mind went back to the situation at hand.

Sephora.

This little slave girl, once a lady of the Argentum court, or so he'd heard whispered after he'd stolen her away. How had she earned his affections, his love, without his even noticing it? Witchery? Impossible. Such tricks he would expect from one of the Atra court, but never from an Argentum. Or at least not an Argentum like Sephora. She was so pure. Apollo had given her plenty of opportunities to hate him, to say horrible things to him, to hit him. He'd been tensting her. But never once did it seem as if even the thought to do these things crossed her mind!

His eyes were on her, as she kneeled before him. What had she said? He had to force his mind to go back and replay what it had recorded without really registering its meaning. She wanted to help him? Why? And with what? His thoughts had gone so deep, that he'd for a few moments forgotten about his physical pain. Then he looked at his battered armour, and it all washed over him again, a large wave of agony. His jaw tightened from it, and his eyes clouded a little. Apollo was trained to take great amounts of pain while keeping his expression completely blank. But right now he simply didn't care for it, and if he had, he wouldn't have had the energy to muster it....not really.

He wasn't sure what to say, so he simply shrugged his shoulders, giving her the double meaning of 'go ahead' and 'i don't care'.

[SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE]

*- -Sephora didn't bother to try to hide her sadness. She had been trying as hard as she could to conceal her feelings and conceal her sadness. She didn't want him to see her cry or see how upset she was. She was worried of his reactions, and so she had clammed up, sat down and shut her mouth. She prefered to cry in private, anyways. To be alone with her anxiety and her emotions so that she could worry about it then. Not where he could see her. She didn't like anybody to see her cry, but right now it was inevitable. She was sitting there and she had been caught with her eyes pouring over, sobbing. She had been caught. There was no point in standing there and pretending like she hadn't been crying. The tears poured freely down her face now and she didn't even bother to try and restrain them. She let them soak her face and drip to the floor. She found herself watching him, concentrating on his eyes for any flicker that might let her know what he was thinking. She wished she could read his mind. She just wanted to know what in the hell he was thinking so maybe she could uderstand, keep him happy.


*- -Sephora's eyes were focused on him and she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking of Ronja. Was that what was on his mind when he was with her? Perhaps that was why he hadn't touched her in the last few weeks. It seemed like a reasonable explanation, and it hurt her heart. She wanted him to think of her, to love her...to want her. To want her above Ronja. It hurt her so badly that he didn't, and she couldn't explain it. It was intense pain and anxiety. She hated the feeling. She would give absolutely anything just to have it be normal. To feel okay and not worried and miserable and awful. She wanted him to hold her. To think of her, maybe not as his possession. Her heart broke with every word he didn't say, and the silence seemed to stretch on until her heart felt as if it was ripping in half all over again. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he upset with her? Being the way she was, that was her very first thought-- is it my fault?


*- -He looked like he was in pain, and it worried her to see him like that. She didn't want him to hurt, and desperately wished that she could kiss away all ofhis pain and make him ok. She watched him with wet eyes, and when he shrugged, she scrambled forward on hands and knees, bucket and brush forgotten. She moved forward until her body was perched between his legs, and she was quiet for a second or two before she quietly moved her fingers over him, unlacing the binds that held his armor on. She loosened it, and when she had carefully undone anything that held it on his body she removed it as carefully as she could. Chest plate first, she set it aside on the ground and examined his bloody wounds with a small gasp. The gash on his chest worried her. She hurried to dampen a cloth, dropping to her knees between his legs once more. Carefully, she dabbed at his wounds, cleaning the blood off gently and methodically. She didn't want to hurt him, and so she was gentle in all of her movements.

*- -She didn't know what to say to him. Her eyes moved over his body worriedly as she bathed his wounds, eventually looking up to fasten her eyes on his. the stream of tears hadn't stopped, eyes still pouring over with fluid. "Are you alright?" she asked finally, her voice wavering. She was just upset, so worked up over him. She just wanted to make everything okay, but she was quite aware that things in her life would never turn out the way she wanted them to. She was a slave girl. While she could learn to live with the fact that she was his slave, she didn't know what she would do with herself if he sold her. she wanted his affection so badly that belonging to someone else just migt kill her. He was all that she wanted, why couldn't he see that? Her lower lip trembled and she wiped the blood off of his chest, worrying. The cuts looked bad, but she had cleaned them well and hopefully that meant that they would be okay. They didn't look infected, anyways. She wanted to kiss away all the bruises, but her broken heart wouldn't allow her to open herself up like that again. Instead she skimmed her fingertips over his body gingerly, looking up to meet his eyes.

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Had he trained her that well? Or rather, broken her that well? She moved so quickly once he'd given in and shrugged. Why would she want to tend to him so badly, so quickly when in reality what she wanted most was to get away from him? Apollo felt as if his heart were about to burst. He hated this. It hurt so horribly, he nearly parted his lips in order to set her free. It was the selfless thing to do, give her one last oder, sending her back to her people. It was what she wanted...he should do it.

But no matter how right he knew it would be, Apollo just couldn't bring himself to do it. He moved automatically as she started removing his armour, shifting around in order to make it all as easy for her as was possible. He loved her dearly.

His eyes were no longer focused on her, but he was still watching her, taking in every move, recoring it into his memory as if he were truly planning on sending her back to the Argentum court. The wet cloth felt good on his battered skin, though the feel of her hands on him were much more soothing. Oh what he would give to slip between cool silk sheets with her right then, simply taking her in his arms and enjoying the feel, the smell of her body.

'Are you alright?'

No, he most certainly was not. But in stead of blurting out those words, Apollo let his eyes settle on her again, meeting her gaze as she looked at him. A light shiver went over his chest at her touch, and his hand lifted off the floor, ready to take hold of her arm and simply hold on to it, or use it to pull her close. But he simply dropped it again, an expression of hopelessness crossing over his eyes.

[SEPHORA ALOUETTE LIETTE]

*- -The tears were still coming steadily, filling up her eyes and pouring out. She didn't give them any notice, merely let them slide down her face. She was busily working at his armor, undoing it to remove it from his body leaving nothing but bare flesh. One could say that she was broken, or just really well trained. She did whatever he told her to, whether she particularly wanted to or not, without any argument. She was afraid of the wrath of his anger, but mostly she just didn't want to disappoint him. She didn't want him to be disappointed or think that she did a bad job. She wanted him to be pleased. That was really her main goal right now. She didn't have anything else to work towards or anything else to do, so instead she just worked at keeping him pleased. That was the best thing that she could do, and if he was happy then she would be happy and it would all be wonderful. If he was happy, he wouldn't yell at her or punish her, and that was all that she could ask for right now. Some affection...well. That depended on his mood now, didn't it?

*- -Sephora could feel his eyes on her, feel their heat moving over her. She didn't know what to do with herself. She just wanted to make him feel better, but she didn't know how to do that. Her hands shook slightly as she gently washed all bits of blood from his chest, cleaning it with a quiet efficiency. Her hands moved over his chest, warming the bruised flesh. It was hard for her to look at when all she wanted was to kiss him and make it go away. She only wished she had the power to do so. She wanted his pain to go away. Her hands moved over every inch of his chest. Her breath caught as she undid the laces for the legs and lower part of his armor, pulling it away from him gently. She had seen what was in his pants more times than she could count, anyways. It wasn't like it was something she'd never seen before. She bathed his cuts, sliding her hands over everywhere that was bruised as if she could magically fix it. Oh god how she wished she could. It was all she wanted, to just make him feel better.

*- -Sephora looked up at him and his heartbreaking eyes. Her own were still leaking tears, her heart thrumming so loudly in her chest that she couldn't handle it. It felt like it was about to burst through her chest. She could hear the blood rushing through her veins. It captivated her and she stared at him, lips parted slightly as her eyes caught his. It was all she could do not to turn away from the intensity of his stare. It felt like it was boring through her, his eyes on her. She wanted nothing more than she wanted to know wha was on his mind. She wished she knew what he was thinking. She could work with that. If she knew whether he was angry or not, or whether he was okay with her hands roaming over his bare skin, that would help her. It drove her crazy to feel like she was right on the edge, not sure whether pne of her actions was going to make him angry or not. She was afraid of his anger the most, afraid that he would get all angry and fed up and sell her.


*- -Her lip trembled and she trapped it in between her teeth, eyes holding his. She tried to hold it all in. Hold in all the emotion, the hurt and the sadness that had built up in her, but it was getting to the point where she couldn't contain it anymore. Her eyes found his, and a fresh wave of tears began. "Apollo, I..." She paused, chewed on her bottom lip for a second while she tried to find the words to tell him what she needed to say. She had started, and now she couldn't shut her mouth. "I love you." She said, and quickly averted her eyes. She was so afraid of what he would say, or even what he would look like. She couldn't look at his face. Her cheeks felt hot, like they were reddening slowly and she stared at the ground

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[ooc: i'm on cold meds XD so sorry if anything sounds weird.]

The damp cloth felt good on his battered skin, almost so much so that he nearly forgot his suffering. If only for a few moments. Sephora gently washed at his bruises and woulds, and he found himself almost bursting with the need to show her love and tenderness. How fucked up was that? She was his slave! Maybe she hadn't bespelled him, but what about Aaliyah. That woman could hold a grudge. A feeling in his gut told him that wasn't it, and that it wasn't a spell. This was real, and it was oh so painful.

His eyes were on her as she worked, and all he wanted in that moment was to pick her up and carry her to bed. Apollo didn't want sex, not right now. Sex and making love were two different things. Just that thought alone, would have made the old Apollo wish to kill himself. He had to stay though. Maybe if he could seperate the life he had with Sephora from his life of a knight? No, it wouldn't work. Both of those things were too much a part of himself, a part of his every day life.

She raised her gaze from her task and their eyes met and locked. Neither of them looked away for moments that seemed to drag on for hours. Apollo thought that his chest would burst. Then the petite fae spoke and he believed himself to have gone insane. Did she just say she loved him? Impossible. Sephora hated him, that's what made sesne. She would make sense, whereas he was mesed up enough to go against what was normal. Apollo was fucked enough to fall in love with his slave, but Sephora...she could not have fallen in love with her captor. Simply impossible.

He wanted to laugh hysterically, pulling at his hair as he did so. In stead he shook his head and broke the eye contact, "I think...I've been hit in the head too many times..."

The knight met her gaze again, "I just yeard you say somethign that is.....simply impossible." He was not self conscious in any way about being naked in front of her. She'd seen him without his clothes plenty of times. "I think....I will go sleep for the rest of the day." His voice sounded so disappointed and pathetic.