A/N: So... this one was weird. This is my fill for my first claim of 898 - pairing: Apollomon/Apollomon Whispered.


29. Specks

If Apollomon loved anything, it was music.

Whispered knows this. Whenever Apollomon plays is the only time he never interrupts the other's thoughts, much to the sun god's confusion. He tries to understand what about it was so significant to him. He never can.

"You would understand if you could play," Apollomon says as he runs their fingers over the lyre strings.

But he is the one who can play.

Whispered does not understand the meaning behind being able to play. Though it does feel different to listen, it seems, rather than feel it playing through his own hands. It's such a different sensation to be able to see it.

The only way to see Apollomon is through a mirror, and even then. It is not enough. He doesn't do it enough

He does not know the sensation of holding another without cursing them. If it was Apollomon, though, he could.

But they were one. They could not be apart.

Was that what love truly was?

If it was, that was sorrowful. To him, true love would be to understand what it was his half found in music. All Whispered has found is him.