The (Literal) Power of Love - Klapollo

1- Glasses

Klavier could have anyone he wanted in the world; all he had to do was send them a single glance. He knew it was a bit unethical, but he didn't exactly choose to be in his position- able to control one's feelings towards him so effortlessly. So, throughout his life, Klavier tried to make the most of it. His older brother, Kristoph, was the one who showed him how to block his power (by pure coincidence): glasses. Kristoph had worn glasses since before Klavier could remember, so once the power manifested itself when Klavier was 10, he realized his brother wasn't affected by his piercing gaze. When he realized this, Klavier snuck out to get himself a pair of glasses as soon as possible, "borrowing" a pair of their mother's sunglasses in the meantime. He'd returned with a stack of lenses, mostly cheap sunglasses which were all he could afford at the time.

Once he started wearing the sunglasses all the time- even indoors, to his teacher's annoyance- he noticed the change immediately. He could no longer make someone an unwilling friend with a second of eye-contact, and could no longer persuade his instructors to give him good grades because he's a "good kid." In some sense, Klavier missed how easy his life had apparently been, but he did realize, even as a grade school student, that it wasn't right to force people like him.

As he grew up, his pile of cheap sunglasses turned into quite a big collection, even including designer glasses if he could afford them. If he must wear lenses all the time, why not make them look good? He also began acting the part of a person who did indeed wear sunglasses all the time. Kristoph was not very fond of his brother's new personality; Klavier knew by the icy glares he would often receive behind his back (he had invested in some trick spy-glasses a while back). Kristoph would often pretend he wasn't angry at his brother, but Klavier knew he was. No matter what though, he could never tell Kristoph about the power he had. Someone as manipulative as Kristoph would undoubtedly use it for his own personal gain.

So, the years went by without a hitch, allowing Klavier to live his life normally, if not with some questions over his accessories here and there. As he grew up, he became a prosecutor and started a small band on the side. Almost overnight, his "little band" took off and he was (undeservedly, if you asked him) adored across the globe. He still made a conscious effort to keep his eyes hidden away at all costs, but even he had some slip-ups over the years (woken up unexpectedly from a nap backstage, he inadvertently used his power on the poor, unsuspecting security lady). His power had grown since childhood, and when he was 17, he discovered that he could make someone fall head-over-heels for him with just a glimpse of his uncovered eyes. This, he reasoned, was an even greater reason to keep his eyes hidden from the world.

That was, until he met a particularly adorable defense attorney.

He'd taken this case as a sort of breather from his bandmates, since these days they were arguing over something more often than not, but he hadn't expected to find this. "I'm used to being adored by the fräuleins, but this is the first time I've felt this way with a man," he'd noted aloud the moment he saw the attorney. The red-clad attorney, Apollo, as he'd been introduced, effortlessly brushed this statement off, but Klavier couldn't stop thinking about how cute the defense attorney looked. Of course, Klavier had already figured out that he was, at least in some respect, homosexual, but seeing this man with bright brown eyes and oddly styled auburn hair made him realize that fact all over again.

Over the next few months, Klavier ran into Apollo several times during his cases, and his positive feelings towards the man quickly grew out of control. Apollo, oh truth-seeking, all-seeing Apollo. Those special eyes were the first thing he'd noticed, and ever since their first encounter, he'd grown to adore those eyes. Perhaps it was because of his fixation on his own eyes, but he would always take note of other's eyes before anything else. Apollo had bright brown eyes that seemed to pierce through even Klavier's lenses. Many times in court, Klavier would catch himself watching as Apollo scrutinized one of his witnesses with a gaze more focused than he thought possible. Many times he's heard the saying: the eyes are windows to the soul, and nowhere was this more apparent than with Apollo. His eyes showed how kind of a person he was, while also showing how stubborn and thick-headed he could be. Klavier could spend millenia staring into Apollo's eyes and still find surprises in their depths.

Klavier couldn't wish to have anyone more than he did right now. He tried the "normal" way to show one's affection towards another, but Apollo was either utterly oblivious or completely uninterested. Klavier could admit but one thing: he was in love with this man- a man who would probably never love him back without the use of "outside influence."

He was... conflicted. Klavier could have this man all to himself with just a look, but that would be wrong of him; to take away one's free will to love would be a crime unlike any other. But, after the year they've known each other, he was beginning to lose hope that Apollo would ever share his feelings. Many times, Klavier reached up to his glasses to readjust them, wanting so badly to rip them off and make the man his, but, by some miracle, he managed to keep them on.

One day after one of their trials, Apollo asked him an all-too-familiar question. "Hey Prosecutor Gavin, why do you always have those sunglasses on?" he'd asked, tilting his head ever so slightly, making his "horns" droop to one side. As per usual, Klavier first tried to brush off the question, while tossing in some flirting just for Apollo. "It is to protect me while I look into your bright eyes, Herr Sunshine," he responded, shining his own smile Apollo's way. Apollo didn't buy it, "C'mon Prosecutor Gavin, I'm not here for your bad jokes." His smile faltered a bit at that one. "Oooh... Ineffective."

Seeing his response, Apollo continued in a quieter tone, "I know you wear them for a reason, and you're obviously trying to hide something. You don't have to tell me, but if you ever want to explain yourself," Apollo reached into his pocket, "here," he said, shoving a slip of paper at Klavier and promptly rushing out of the Prosecutor's Lobby. After Klavier recovered from the shock, he looked down at the paper; it was messy, but it was quite obviously Apollo's phone number. "Well, that's a pleasant surprise," he smiled to himself, slipping the note in his pocket and humming as he walked to his hog.