If you can't make your mind up

[heliophilic]

WHO: M and Apollo
WHERE: M & Apollo's Apartment
WHEN: Late April
WHAT: Now that they're officially moving in together, it's time to make some changes
WARNINGS: Blood that's not theirs in the beginning, but beyond that nothing but sick fluff

[The golden Doorway illuminates the upstairs floor of the loft seconds before one bloody boot steps through it, followed by another, before revealing the man dressed in leather and carbon fiber that used to be the sole occupant of the apartment. He quickly steps aside as he shucks off his helmet, flecks of blood dropping to the floor, to allow his compatriot, and the newest member of the apartment, to enter after him. It isn't until he goes to toss the helmet onto the shelf with the others does M notice the shade of red it's seemingly coated in, and a careless glance down at him reveals the rest. He hadn't thought they had gotten that messy tonight.

Ah well, at least it provided a solid workout for a few minutes.

He glances over at Apollo and smiles, watching several beads of blood slide down his silver hair.]

You want first pass at the shower while I toss all this in the laundry?

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[solarcharged]

Some of us don't need superpowers... [ He trails off and inclines his head a fraction for the kiss, and grins fondly at M's back as he retreats towards the shower. Pausing a moment to wait until the shower sounds fill the apartment, Apollo can't help but quietly marvel at the strange position the two have worked themselves into. Lovers, partners, overshadowed by the strange weights of their respective alternates hanging over the imperfect relationship they've forged together.

It's an uneasy thought sometimes but Apollo's past trying to examine it too closely. He casts about for a distraction until M rejoins him and scans the perfectly tidy bedroom until his gaze catches on the TV. Without much further thought he grabs the remote, switching it on and flicking through the channels until something appropriately trashy is found. ]

[heliophilic]

[M isn't long in the shower, and soon he emerges wearing nothing but a towel tied around his waist, carrying his clothes over his shoulder. Looking over at Apollo and seeing that he's already found some trash, he shakes his head slightly.]

You're so predictable, even without the computer.

[Tossing the clothes at the foot of the bed, he hops in and presses himself against Apollo like a cat, his skin still slightly damp from the shower. This feels... right. Even when the little voice in his head is still there, only a lot quieter.]

Let me guess, this is the show where the drag queens work on a yacht and argue with each other.

[solarcharged]

[ Predictable? Yes, Apollo's sure he is. He grins from his position on the bed, sprawled over the covers as he is and easily taking up the majority of the space. ]

Sort of. This is the celebrity version.

[ He happily makes room for M, lifting an arm for him to snuggle closer. The faintly damp skin doesn't bother him - not when Apollo's general ambient heat will take care of it in a few seconds. He nods towards the TV. ]

I thought maybe an ImPort would be on it this year. God knows there are enough of us who'd look good in high heels.

[heliophilic]

If it's the celebrity version, who's yacht are they working on?

[Damn, there is something special about having a sentient heat lamp for a partner. M will take full advantage of the arm lift.]

It feels like all the loud ones are long gone. Or at least learned some self-respect. [He glances up at Apollo.] To not go on reality TV.