i'm no good for you (c)

If you were here
I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more
than I did yesterday.

Syca wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished the strenuous morning practice. When doing big, elaborate trips up in the air, one  needs to be in top physical condition. Even with the safety net underneath them, it was still possible to injure yourself if you messed up and landed incorrectly. Plus, people paid to see a good show, not to watch a bunch of amateurs muck about in the air.

When they agreed to take a break, the rest of the acrobats dispersed, leaving Syca on his own once again. He couldn't really complain; that's just how he liked it. The man went to the stands to sit on his own, vaguely watching some of the other performers for a little while before he leaned back a little and let his eyes close.

Syca let his mind start to wander, enjoying the temporary solitude, which unfortunately was very short-lived. It didn't take long at all before he felt two arms wrapping around him and the weight of a head on his shoulder. Instantly, the man tensed up, his eyes open to turn and glare at whoever was invading his personal space.

Of course, it was Apollo.

"I don't remember giving you permission," he grumbled.

@apollo

If you were here
I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more
than I did yesterday.

Syca sighed, resigned to his fate. It didn't look like Apollo was going to leave him alone anytime soon, so he might as well just bear it. Hopefully the other man would get bored of him quickly and leave him alone. It wasn't like Syca was alll that interesting to be around, really.

And maybe it wasn't so bad to have some form of company, even if he would never admit it out loud (especially to Apollo who would no doubt take it and run with it). Syca was pretty bored right now, that was all.

"I have to be," he replied simply, frowning as the redhead once again invaded his personal space. As if he could sense his discomfort, he made it worse by clinging to his arm, practically anchoring Syca next to him, whether he really liked it or not.

He merely let out a "hm" at the man's complaints about the rehearsal going wrong, though he was tempted to make a remark about how their aim was off since his head was still on. He thought better of it; even he wasn't that mean spirited. Instead he offered a simple, "I'm fine" at Apollo's final question.

@apollo

If you were here
I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more
than I did yesterday.

Syca merely sighed as the redhead kept up his squirming, constantly changing the way he was sitting next to him. Couldn’t he just sit still for once? Syca just crossed his arms tightly across his chest, trying his best to look ahead and not at Apollo, but the other man still insisted on making conversation, despite his partner’s reluctance.

“I don’t know what else you want me to say,” the dark haired man replied simply. Really, there was nothing extraordinary about the day. He woke up, ate breakfast, practiced for a bit, and then decided to take a break. Then Apollo decided for whatever reason that Syca was the best man to talk to and came to pester him.

Then he suggested that Syca smile more, which finally made the other man look over at him. “What would be the point of that?” he asked. He didn’t really feel like smiling most of the time, so why should he bother with it?

@apollo

If you were here
I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more
than I did yesterday.

Syca hadn’t even realized Apollo still had his arm wrapped around his own when he had crossed them. He only did when the other man began to squirm again and mentioned it, waving his arm around -- well as much as he could with how Syca had it pinned. Once again the dark-haired man glanced down at the ginger, and actually smiled a bit. Well, it was more like a smirk, but that was something for Syca.

“Maybe this’ll help you sit still,” he said, keeping his arm pinned against him.

There was a short moment of silence that passed between them, and Apollo had closed his eyes. Syca used this opportunity to look down at him curiously, almost staring really. He didn’t really understand why Apollo was so interested in him, considering he rarely talked to anyone. Most of the others tended to just avoid him as much as he avoided them.

Syca spoke up, wearing another small smirk. “Maybe I don’t want to look ‘pretty,’” he said simply.

@apollo

If you were here
I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more
than I did yesterday.

Apollo had at least stopped squirming so much, which Syca appreciated. Of course, he didn’t really say anything to him about it, but he did loosen the grip on his arm just a little bit to make it a bit more comfortable for the redhead.

When he had closed his eyes, Syca was a little worried he was going to fall asleep on him. Sure, he’d be quieter, but he didn’t really want to deal with a Sleeping Apollo laying on him either. The thought occurred that if he did fall asleep, Syca could make his escape and leave him napping in the stands, but even to him, that seemed a bit mean. Thankfully, he had opened his eyes shortly after.

The corner of Syca’s mouth twitched a little, his smirk widening just a fraction as he turned his head and look straight ahead again before replying, “Well, maybe I should stop then.”

@apollo

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