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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.]

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[ He deserved this. As far as Ganymede was concerned, he really, really deserved to have a decent night's rest- especially given the horrific hours at which his neighbor went out of his way to vocalize. Especially after Zeus' unexpected stay. Especially after the attack. And especially after Ganymede had wound up trapped in that other form for the better part of a day and a half.

Because crawling into bed at the end of the day meant he could remember what it felt like to truly let go of consciousness. To curl on his side and let the entirety of the world blink out under the weight of exhaustion. All of which had been astoundingly good to the prince up until this point- safely dreaming, body soft and at ease-

right up until a sudden displacement of pressure beside him sends Ganymede a scant few inches into the air. And simultaneously, headfirst into wakefulness, and panic. Eyes snap open, hands scrambling for the sheets as he jolts, shout tearing out of his mouth. ]