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soul_logs2011-06-13 10:11 pm
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Characters: Apollo, Ganymede, Hades, and Zeus
Location: The prince(ss)'s apartment
Rating: G-PG?
Time: November 18th 12:39 a.m. and onwards
Description: They're all exhausted from the attack so they decide to crash at the nearest, familiar place. Sucks to have the lowest room, princess!
[He didn't check to see if Hades was still on the bed as he had left him. In fact, he didn't want to see Hades at all for the next few days. It was frustrating that avoiding him was much more difficult with these limits.
Apollo drags his inconveniently heavy body out of the clinic and into the cold night after a couple more hours of rest on a bed he had found. His clothes had hardly been appropriate for the weather as they were but with the rips and such, they expose more of him to the chill. Gritting his teeth, he persistently takes the steps down the path that would lead him to (a snort) his place. There is more rubble that litter the streets than he thought, and he stumble once, twice (and then he stops counting) as he makes his way back. It's dark.
Eventually, he arrives at the broken down complex, and the prospect of climbing stairs to reach his floor annoys him. And then he remembers. Ganymede.
So he finds himself at the prince's door, smiling when it opens. How careless.
He slips in quietly, not even bothering to shut it behind him and he heads straight for the lump on the bed against the far wall. The god takes a moment to observe: blond hair messily spilled across the sheets, the slow rise and fall of the chest, and quiet, even breathing. The prince looked peaceful and relaxed, without the usual frown or wariness on his face.
He jumps onto the bed.]
Location: The prince(ss)'s apartment
Rating: G-PG?
Time: November 18th 12:39 a.m. and onwards
Description: They're all exhausted from the attack so they decide to crash at the nearest, familiar place. Sucks to have the lowest room, princess!
[He didn't check to see if Hades was still on the bed as he had left him. In fact, he didn't want to see Hades at all for the next few days. It was frustrating that avoiding him was much more difficult with these limits.
Apollo drags his inconveniently heavy body out of the clinic and into the cold night after a couple more hours of rest on a bed he had found. His clothes had hardly been appropriate for the weather as they were but with the rips and such, they expose more of him to the chill. Gritting his teeth, he persistently takes the steps down the path that would lead him to (a snort) his place. There is more rubble that litter the streets than he thought, and he stumble once, twice (and then he stops counting) as he makes his way back. It's dark.
Eventually, he arrives at the broken down complex, and the prospect of climbing stairs to reach his floor annoys him. And then he remembers. Ganymede.
So he finds himself at the prince's door, smiling when it opens. How careless.
He slips in quietly, not even bothering to shut it behind him and he heads straight for the lump on the bed against the far wall. The god takes a moment to observe: blond hair messily spilled across the sheets, the slow rise and fall of the chest, and quiet, even breathing. The prince looked peaceful and relaxed, without the usual frown or wariness on his face.
He jumps onto the bed.]
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and then a sigh]
Chaos. Destruction. They were pretty ugly.
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I meant to you.
You partnered I take it?
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[And that's all he has to say on the matter. He isn't anymore pleased about having fought with someone than his 'partner'. Zeus won't talk, either, so he has no worries about anything being revealed.]
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Is that what you're sulking about?
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Thinking, you mean? If that was supposed to be an insult, it was a horrible one.
[But even Zeus' presence that had never bothered him all that much before, is pressing down like a weight of mockery. The god who does whatever he wants and still remains detached from everything. Apollo didn't want to rot this quickly.]
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I suppose it's only a matter of time.
The rules here are different.
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the fact that he, himself, may be rotting was neither a question nor concern. the rules were different, but not different at all.]
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He shifts his gaze to where he would see Zeus standing if not for the wall in his line of sight. The room seems too small to contain the two contradictions that are mortal gods.]
Gods who dwelt among other gods have come to dwell among the mortals. They are no less and no more than what they were before.
[He says this to no one in particular, perhaps doesn't even realise that he's saying it.]
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But we're plenty of things we weren't before.
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[But he's interested in what you have to say.]
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I'm not the one who comes up with the stories.
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I thought the stories said I was a baby.
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Stop sounding like you enjoy it so much.
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[And it's true, his mood has improved a little.]
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as Apollo gestures to him, the god has moved only marginally, fingers drawn along one long white feather as though it may still have some discrepancies in it.
it is interesting, after all, to see the mirrored reactions of embarrassment between god and mortal. Zeus can recall a time when Apollo looked just as perturbed over the idea of something so simple as a kiss.]
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You ask that every few years; I thought you knew the answer by now. And besides, they're only rumours.
['Or are they?' he says with his face]
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Zeus, for his part, only responds with the faintest of enigmatic smiles and betrays nothing.]