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Being the little braggart that he was, Apollo was the sort of god that held no qualms about claiming to always in be the thick of the action. If this juvenile (yet somehow immortal) god was to be believed, in every conflict he was right beside Ares and Athena, cutting down enemy after enemy that stood in his way. Swords clashing, guts flying, ichor flowing from open wounds -- there were just a few of the key elements in the fantastical stories that Apollo was more than keen to tell. As much as the God of Light believed that these recollections were the truth, the reality of these recollections was a bit murkier, to say the least.
The first sign that maybe Apollo was not telling the truth rested in the fact that the god rarely told these stories outside of the company of the nymphs and muses. These fawning girls practically are up every word that the handsome Sun God fed to them and would believe just about anything he said if it meant that they could end up spending that night in his bed. More importantly, they rarely (if ever) left Apollo’s temple. Unlike the other Olympians who would have been present at the battlefield to see Apollo’s selfish, bordering on cowardly, ways, they would have no other perspective than the one their god fed to them. With no real reason to contradict him, their praises for his bravery only inflated his already large ego and gave him more reason to keep relaying such stories.
This set of events was so commonplace that it was almost routine for the god of medicine whenever a scuffle had broken out among the Gods. He would rush over to watch the action, find his typical place on the sideline with the likes of Dionysus or Aphrodite, only to rush home when the action was over and everything was boring again. That had happened this morning as Ares had been busy fighting some sort of monster that had managed to get a bit too close for the tall mountain for the Olympian’s liking. Being their resident guard dog, it wasn’t all that surprising that the God of War jumped into action in order to take care of the threat as everyone watched from a distance. It was hard to tell what exactly happened as everyone had been told to stay back, but Apollo knew that the beast had died a slow and agonizing death as he had ducked out when it was clear that the battle was over, but the creature was not quite yet dead. This also wasn’t that surprising for Apollo given his nature as the master of all things healing and health-related. As eager as he might be for cheap entertainment, he was never truly comfortably watching something perish in front of him. It wasn’t like he was needed at the scene anyway. Ares was a big boy, he would be fine and not need his healing, right?
Either way, Apollo had made the assumption that because the war dog was upright and walking when he took his leave that he would not be needed. That was what made the Sun God feel comfortable relaying his version of events to the gaggle of nymphs who were eager to hear all the details. Leaning back onto one of the many plush couches, Apollo was more than eager to give them what they wanted.
“So there I was, standing eye to eye with this beast. His breath was so hot I swore I could feel my hair starting to singe--” His boastful words echoed throughout the temple as all of the pretty girls leaned forward, wanting to hear more of the poet’s recital of their events. Their eyes practically begged for more details causing that ever-present smirk on Apollo’s face to grow in the corner of his smile. He was clearly being egged on by their reactions and completely oblivious to the fact that there were now footsteps in his temple, drawing closer to the back where the God and his followers gathered. Had his shouts not been so loud, Apollo might have heard the mess that this new intruder who was most certainly not invited following the last time he had been here and had destroyed all of his artwork and instruments. However, was it really in the war dog’s nature to listen to simple rules like that?
As Apollo continued his tale, recounting Ares’s great feat, he was completely oblivious to the fact the war god himself was drawing closer to the group and could likely hear every word that was coming out of this upstart’s mouth. Given that the man was here in order to be patched up from this battle that Apollo wouldn’t shut up about -- well… this wasn’t going to end well was it?
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Being the little braggart that he was, Apollo was the sort of god that held no qualms about claiming to always in be the thick of the action. If this juvenile (yet somehow immortal) god was to be believed, in every conflict he was right beside Ares and Athena, cutting down enemy after enemy that stood in his way. Swords clashing, guts flying, ichor flowing from open wounds -- there were just a few of the key elements in the fantastical stories that Apollo was more than keen to tell. As much as the God of Light believed that these recollections were the truth, the reality of these recollections was a bit murkier, to say the least.
The first sign that maybe Apollo was not telling the truth rested in the fact that the god rarely told these stories outside of the company of the nymphs and muses. These fawning girls practically are up every word that the handsome Sun God fed to them and would believe just about anything he said if it meant that they could end up spending that night in his bed. More importantly, they rarely (if ever) left Apollo’s temple. Unlike the other Olympians who would have been present at the battlefield to see Apollo’s selfish, bordering on cowardly, ways, they would have no other perspective than the one their god fed to them. With no real reason to contradict him, their praises for his bravery only inflated his already large ego and gave him more reason to keep relaying such stories.
This set of events was so commonplace that it was almost routine for the god of medicine whenever a scuffle had broken out among the Gods. He would rush over to watch the action, find his typical place on the sideline with the likes of Dionysus or Aphrodite, only to rush home when the action was over and everything was boring again. That had happened this morning as Ares had been busy fighting some sort of monster that had managed to get a bit too close for the tall mountain for the Olympian’s liking. Being their resident guard dog, it wasn’t all that surprising that the God of War jumped into action in order to take care of the threat as everyone watched from a distance. It was hard to tell what exactly happened as everyone had been told to stay back, but Apollo knew that the beast had died a slow and agonizing death as he had ducked out when it was clear that the battle was over, but the creature was not quite yet dead. This also wasn’t that surprising for Apollo given his nature as the master of all things healing and health-related. As eager as he might be for cheap entertainment, he was never truly comfortably watching something perish in front of him. It wasn’t like he was needed at the scene anyway. Ares was a big boy, he would be fine and not need his healing, right?
Either way, Apollo had made the assumption that because the war dog was upright and walking when he took his leave that he would not be needed. That was what made the Sun God feel comfortable relaying his version of events to the gaggle of nymphs who were eager to hear all the details. Leaning back onto one of the many plush couches, Apollo was more than eager to give them what they wanted.
“So there I was, standing eye to eye with this beast. His breath was so hot I swore I could feel my hair starting to singe--” His boastful words echoed throughout the temple as all of the pretty girls leaned forward, wanting to hear more of the poet’s recital of their events. Their eyes practically begged for more details causing that ever-present smirk on Apollo’s face to grow in the corner of his smile. He was clearly being egged on by their reactions and completely oblivious to the fact that there were now footsteps in his temple, drawing closer to the back where the God and his followers gathered. Had his shouts not been so loud, Apollo might have heard the mess that this new intruder who was most certainly not invited following the last time he had been here and had destroyed all of his artwork and instruments. However, was it really in the war dog’s nature to listen to simple rules like that?
As Apollo continued his tale, recounting Ares’s great feat, he was completely oblivious to the fact the war god himself was drawing closer to the group and could likely hear every word that was coming out of this upstart’s mouth. Given that the man was here in order to be patched up from this battle that Apollo wouldn’t shut up about -- well… this wasn’t going to end well was it?
Being the little braggart that he was, Apollo was the sort of god that held no qualms about claiming to always in be the thick of the action. If this juvenile (yet somehow immortal) god was to be believed, in every conflict he was right beside Ares and Athena, cutting down enemy after enemy that stood in his way. Swords clashing, guts flying, ichor flowing from open wounds -- there were just a few of the key elements in the fantastical stories that Apollo was more than keen to tell. As much as the God of Light believed that these recollections were the truth, the reality of these recollections was a bit murkier, to say the least.
The first sign that maybe Apollo was not telling the truth rested in the fact that the god rarely told these stories outside of the company of the nymphs and muses. These fawning girls practically are up every word that the handsome Sun God fed to them and would believe just about anything he said if it meant that they could end up spending that night in his bed. More importantly, they rarely (if ever) left Apollo’s temple. Unlike the other Olympians who would have been present at the battlefield to see Apollo’s selfish, bordering on cowardly, ways, they would have no other perspective than the one their god fed to them. With no real reason to contradict him, their praises for his bravery only inflated his already large ego and gave him more reason to keep relaying such stories.
This set of events was so commonplace that it was almost routine for the god of medicine whenever a scuffle had broken out among the Gods. He would rush over to watch the action, find his typical place on the sideline with the likes of Dionysus or Aphrodite, only to rush home when the action was over and everything was boring again. That had happened this morning as Ares had been busy fighting some sort of monster that had managed to get a bit too close for the tall mountain for the Olympian’s liking. Being their resident guard dog, it wasn’t all that surprising that the God of War jumped into action in order to take care of the threat as everyone watched from a distance. It was hard to tell what exactly happened as everyone had been told to stay back, but Apollo knew that the beast had died a slow and agonizing death as he had ducked out when it was clear that the battle was over, but the creature was not quite yet dead. This also wasn’t that surprising for Apollo given his nature as the master of all things healing and health-related. As eager as he might be for cheap entertainment, he was never truly comfortably watching something perish in front of him. It wasn’t like he was needed at the scene anyway. Ares was a big boy, he would be fine and not need his healing, right?
Either way, Apollo had made the assumption that because the war dog was upright and walking when he took his leave that he would not be needed. That was what made the Sun God feel comfortable relaying his version of events to the gaggle of nymphs who were eager to hear all the details. Leaning back onto one of the many plush couches, Apollo was more than eager to give them what they wanted.
“So there I was, standing eye to eye with this beast. His breath was so hot I swore I could feel my hair starting to singe--” His boastful words echoed throughout the temple as all of the pretty girls leaned forward, wanting to hear more of the poet’s recital of their events. Their eyes practically begged for more details causing that ever-present smirk on Apollo’s face to grow in the corner of his smile. He was clearly being egged on by their reactions and completely oblivious to the fact that there were now footsteps in his temple, drawing closer to the back where the God and his followers gathered. Had his shouts not been so loud, Apollo might have heard the mess that this new intruder who was most certainly not invited following the last time he had been here and had destroyed all of his artwork and instruments. However, was it really in the war dog’s nature to listen to simple rules like that?
As Apollo continued his tale, recounting Ares’s great feat, he was completely oblivious to the fact the war god himself was drawing closer to the group and could likely hear every word that was coming out of this upstart’s mouth. Given that the man was here in order to be patched up from this battle that Apollo wouldn’t shut up about -- well… this wasn’t going to end well was it?
The fight had been long and brutal and Ares had been in outright love with every second of it. The times he got along best with Athena were the afterbattle celebrations. Ares would have loved to have his arm about Athena’s waist and been drunk with her nestled against him, staring adoringly upward, but he liked to have his arms and legs intact and so didn’t touch her. Instead, he had a huge goblet of wine and was regaling her with his perspective of what had just happened, when they passed the open doorway of Apollo’s naos. Certain words stuck out and made Ares stop bragging and listen, head cocked to the side, eyes distant.
He heard quite enough to realize what Apollo was saying. His eyes slowly traveled to Athena, wide and vengeful. Without a word, he stepped into the naos with more care than Ares usually used. He was a warrior, after all. He knew how to be silent when the situation called for it and he also knew how to get the most spectacle.
“So there I was, standing eye to eye with this beast. His breath was so hot I swore I could feel my hair starting to singe--”
“Your ball hair,” Ares appeared in the doorway, leaning there with his arms folded, hideous grin on his face. “Athena, did you hear that? How interesting, because, wasn’t that the exact thing we were just doing?”
The nerve of this pipsqueak. Ares swaggered further into the room, grinning at the astonished nymphs. Approaching one that was very near Apollo, he reached out and tugged the ends of her hair. She didn’t like it but she wasn’t about to offend a god who could blast her into dust with a word. She merely snuggled harder into Apollo for some sort of protection.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Ares tutted and plopped straight down on the chaise, nearly on top of his half brother. “Well, well, boy. What else have you been saying? I think Athena and I are very interested to know what deeds we have been assuming we did. I mean…” he looked over at his sister, holding an arm out. It was unclear whether he was expecting her to pipe up or to come over and sit next to him. Possibly both. “Am I crazy?”
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The fight had been long and brutal and Ares had been in outright love with every second of it. The times he got along best with Athena were the afterbattle celebrations. Ares would have loved to have his arm about Athena’s waist and been drunk with her nestled against him, staring adoringly upward, but he liked to have his arms and legs intact and so didn’t touch her. Instead, he had a huge goblet of wine and was regaling her with his perspective of what had just happened, when they passed the open doorway of Apollo’s naos. Certain words stuck out and made Ares stop bragging and listen, head cocked to the side, eyes distant.
He heard quite enough to realize what Apollo was saying. His eyes slowly traveled to Athena, wide and vengeful. Without a word, he stepped into the naos with more care than Ares usually used. He was a warrior, after all. He knew how to be silent when the situation called for it and he also knew how to get the most spectacle.
“So there I was, standing eye to eye with this beast. His breath was so hot I swore I could feel my hair starting to singe--”
“Your ball hair,” Ares appeared in the doorway, leaning there with his arms folded, hideous grin on his face. “Athena, did you hear that? How interesting, because, wasn’t that the exact thing we were just doing?”
The nerve of this pipsqueak. Ares swaggered further into the room, grinning at the astonished nymphs. Approaching one that was very near Apollo, he reached out and tugged the ends of her hair. She didn’t like it but she wasn’t about to offend a god who could blast her into dust with a word. She merely snuggled harder into Apollo for some sort of protection.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Ares tutted and plopped straight down on the chaise, nearly on top of his half brother. “Well, well, boy. What else have you been saying? I think Athena and I are very interested to know what deeds we have been assuming we did. I mean…” he looked over at his sister, holding an arm out. It was unclear whether he was expecting her to pipe up or to come over and sit next to him. Possibly both. “Am I crazy?”
The fight had been long and brutal and Ares had been in outright love with every second of it. The times he got along best with Athena were the afterbattle celebrations. Ares would have loved to have his arm about Athena’s waist and been drunk with her nestled against him, staring adoringly upward, but he liked to have his arms and legs intact and so didn’t touch her. Instead, he had a huge goblet of wine and was regaling her with his perspective of what had just happened, when they passed the open doorway of Apollo’s naos. Certain words stuck out and made Ares stop bragging and listen, head cocked to the side, eyes distant.
He heard quite enough to realize what Apollo was saying. His eyes slowly traveled to Athena, wide and vengeful. Without a word, he stepped into the naos with more care than Ares usually used. He was a warrior, after all. He knew how to be silent when the situation called for it and he also knew how to get the most spectacle.
“So there I was, standing eye to eye with this beast. His breath was so hot I swore I could feel my hair starting to singe--”
“Your ball hair,” Ares appeared in the doorway, leaning there with his arms folded, hideous grin on his face. “Athena, did you hear that? How interesting, because, wasn’t that the exact thing we were just doing?”
The nerve of this pipsqueak. Ares swaggered further into the room, grinning at the astonished nymphs. Approaching one that was very near Apollo, he reached out and tugged the ends of her hair. She didn’t like it but she wasn’t about to offend a god who could blast her into dust with a word. She merely snuggled harder into Apollo for some sort of protection.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Ares tutted and plopped straight down on the chaise, nearly on top of his half brother. “Well, well, boy. What else have you been saying? I think Athena and I are very interested to know what deeds we have been assuming we did. I mean…” he looked over at his sister, holding an arm out. It was unclear whether he was expecting her to pipe up or to come over and sit next to him. Possibly both. “Am I crazy?”
There was always a certain satisfaction in a battle well fought. The thrill of getting into the rhythm of the battle. Figuring out the opponents’ weaknesses and how to attack it the most efficiently. The only thing that was a shame was that monsters tended not to be that intelligent. It was much harder to play mind games with a mindless creature, though there were often base instincts that could be exploited, it was much less fun. However, there was nothing disappointing about winning.
She and Ares had brought down the beast together, with some of the others around to support them if needed. However, that had not been necessary, when the two of them had a shared goal, there was little that could stop them. Besides, Ares was always the most tolerable right after such a victory. There was something about the shared camaraderie when they had won a fight together which made the differences in their strategies completely irrelevant.
Of course, Ares wanted to gloat, and Athena was in the mood to indulge him. It was their victory after all. What did it matter if he wanted to make his part more grandiose? It didn’t make the beast any less dead, although she didn’t hesitate to point out where she had also played a part in the battle. She didn’t want her part in it left out entirely.
As they were passing by a door, Apollo’s voice rang out. Telling the story of the battle they had just fought. Well, almost. Somehow, in this version of events he had done all of the hard work. How interesting. Ares had already scented the blood in the water, and walked through the door to confront Apollo on his blatant disrespect of their hard work. Athena followed along behind him. This was going to be amusing.
’Athena, did you hear that? How interesting, because, wasn’t that the exact thing we were just doing?’
“Now that you mention it, the story does sound awfully familiar. Almost as if it was something we were doing oh...about ten minutes ago.”
Athena followed Ares into the room but did not join them on the chaise, instead sitting on the arm, crossing her arms and peering down at Apollo. She had yet to clean the blood and dirt off her armor from the battle, but she paid little attention to the mess it was now making on the furniture. He had a lot of nerve to claim hers and Ares’s accomplishments for himself. It was one thing to get on the bad side of either of them individually, but quite another when one found themselves the target of both gods of war at the same time.
’Am I crazy?’
“Usually,” Athena replied, “Although not in this case. Since we both seem to recall that you were the one who speared the chimera’s eye. It must be poor Apollo here who has lost his mind.” Not least of which because who he had decided to offend.
Athena wanted to watch Apollo try to work his way out of this. It was going to be fun to see how he could do so while still trying to maintain some sort of credibility with the nymphs he was trying so hard to impress. Not that nymphs were that difficult to impress. They were simple creatures.
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There was always a certain satisfaction in a battle well fought. The thrill of getting into the rhythm of the battle. Figuring out the opponents’ weaknesses and how to attack it the most efficiently. The only thing that was a shame was that monsters tended not to be that intelligent. It was much harder to play mind games with a mindless creature, though there were often base instincts that could be exploited, it was much less fun. However, there was nothing disappointing about winning.
She and Ares had brought down the beast together, with some of the others around to support them if needed. However, that had not been necessary, when the two of them had a shared goal, there was little that could stop them. Besides, Ares was always the most tolerable right after such a victory. There was something about the shared camaraderie when they had won a fight together which made the differences in their strategies completely irrelevant.
Of course, Ares wanted to gloat, and Athena was in the mood to indulge him. It was their victory after all. What did it matter if he wanted to make his part more grandiose? It didn’t make the beast any less dead, although she didn’t hesitate to point out where she had also played a part in the battle. She didn’t want her part in it left out entirely.
As they were passing by a door, Apollo’s voice rang out. Telling the story of the battle they had just fought. Well, almost. Somehow, in this version of events he had done all of the hard work. How interesting. Ares had already scented the blood in the water, and walked through the door to confront Apollo on his blatant disrespect of their hard work. Athena followed along behind him. This was going to be amusing.
’Athena, did you hear that? How interesting, because, wasn’t that the exact thing we were just doing?’
“Now that you mention it, the story does sound awfully familiar. Almost as if it was something we were doing oh...about ten minutes ago.”
Athena followed Ares into the room but did not join them on the chaise, instead sitting on the arm, crossing her arms and peering down at Apollo. She had yet to clean the blood and dirt off her armor from the battle, but she paid little attention to the mess it was now making on the furniture. He had a lot of nerve to claim hers and Ares’s accomplishments for himself. It was one thing to get on the bad side of either of them individually, but quite another when one found themselves the target of both gods of war at the same time.
’Am I crazy?’
“Usually,” Athena replied, “Although not in this case. Since we both seem to recall that you were the one who speared the chimera’s eye. It must be poor Apollo here who has lost his mind.” Not least of which because who he had decided to offend.
Athena wanted to watch Apollo try to work his way out of this. It was going to be fun to see how he could do so while still trying to maintain some sort of credibility with the nymphs he was trying so hard to impress. Not that nymphs were that difficult to impress. They were simple creatures.
There was always a certain satisfaction in a battle well fought. The thrill of getting into the rhythm of the battle. Figuring out the opponents’ weaknesses and how to attack it the most efficiently. The only thing that was a shame was that monsters tended not to be that intelligent. It was much harder to play mind games with a mindless creature, though there were often base instincts that could be exploited, it was much less fun. However, there was nothing disappointing about winning.
She and Ares had brought down the beast together, with some of the others around to support them if needed. However, that had not been necessary, when the two of them had a shared goal, there was little that could stop them. Besides, Ares was always the most tolerable right after such a victory. There was something about the shared camaraderie when they had won a fight together which made the differences in their strategies completely irrelevant.
Of course, Ares wanted to gloat, and Athena was in the mood to indulge him. It was their victory after all. What did it matter if he wanted to make his part more grandiose? It didn’t make the beast any less dead, although she didn’t hesitate to point out where she had also played a part in the battle. She didn’t want her part in it left out entirely.
As they were passing by a door, Apollo’s voice rang out. Telling the story of the battle they had just fought. Well, almost. Somehow, in this version of events he had done all of the hard work. How interesting. Ares had already scented the blood in the water, and walked through the door to confront Apollo on his blatant disrespect of their hard work. Athena followed along behind him. This was going to be amusing.
’Athena, did you hear that? How interesting, because, wasn’t that the exact thing we were just doing?’
“Now that you mention it, the story does sound awfully familiar. Almost as if it was something we were doing oh...about ten minutes ago.”
Athena followed Ares into the room but did not join them on the chaise, instead sitting on the arm, crossing her arms and peering down at Apollo. She had yet to clean the blood and dirt off her armor from the battle, but she paid little attention to the mess it was now making on the furniture. He had a lot of nerve to claim hers and Ares’s accomplishments for himself. It was one thing to get on the bad side of either of them individually, but quite another when one found themselves the target of both gods of war at the same time.
’Am I crazy?’
“Usually,” Athena replied, “Although not in this case. Since we both seem to recall that you were the one who speared the chimera’s eye. It must be poor Apollo here who has lost his mind.” Not least of which because who he had decided to offend.
Athena wanted to watch Apollo try to work his way out of this. It was going to be fun to see how he could do so while still trying to maintain some sort of credibility with the nymphs he was trying so hard to impress. Not that nymphs were that difficult to impress. They were simple creatures.
Apollo knew that the peace and quiet had been too good to last.
Just as the immature god was getting to the good part of his story, he could feel the air in his temple shift suddenly. The light cheeriness that came from the nymph's lighter faded into something hostile… almost as if the God of Light now suddenly had a bull at his back, breathing down his neck. Turning his head slightly, he was completely taken aback to see that this was exactly what was going on as his half-brother and half-sister had taken it upon themselves to come and join the party.
Oh, shit.
“Didn’t your mothers ever teach you it’s rude to forget to knock?” Apollo angrily snapped back at the two interlopers who had taken it upon themselves to enter the Sun God’s domain and start accosting him without any real reason to do so. The brief snippet they overheard could have been describing any sort of monster -- there was absolutely nothing within his story that made it crystal clear that he was talking about what had happened today. After all, beings like themselves were immortal and had fought countless beasts over the years. Who were to say that he wasn’t describing a hunt with Artemis? It didn’t matter that Apollo was definitely taking credit for their battle just so he could get a quick piece of nymph booty. As far as the younger god was concerned, his elder brother and sister had no reason to be here getting in the way of everything like they normally do.
He didn’t know why they seemed to think his temple had an open-door policy; especially when they would not take kindly to him just showing up in their temples. Maybe once they were all done here Apollo would have to go talk to Hephaestus about him making some sort of unbreakable barrier so that he wouldn’t have to keep needing to deal with this scenario. However, that would have to come later as Apollo knew that the two of them were probably not just going to leave after being reminded that they had absolutely no manners. If his siblings were anything like him, they were going to be just too stubborn to quietly take the hint that they needed to leave.
Knowing full well that telling them directly to get the fuck out of his home would not work, Apollo tried to make it very clear through his actions that these two were not welcome here. Had they entered his temple under any other circumstances, Apollo would have sent the nymphs away to leave the gods to their business -- promising to make it up to them later with some cheeky goodbye as well. However, he did no such thing this time, even going as far as to rest one hand on the leg of the cute little thing he currently had perched in his lap, making it clear that she didn’t need to go anywhere. As far as Apollo was concerned, this wouldn’t take long.
“Bold of you to assume it was a chimera from the mere description of the beast having hot breath.” Apollo said bluntly, his tone dripping in the anger he felt at being intruded upon like this. If the god had had even a single drop of wine within his system, he might have even added a terse comment about how the two of them seemed to fight that description too -- so eager to start a fight in a domain that was not theirs over things they overheard. Of course, they were right, but Apollo knew that they could not have heard enough to be certain in that claim. It was impossible as he had not given the nymphs the vast amount of details needed to tie the two stories together. As far as everyone in this room was concerned he was merely regaling one of the many adventures he had partaken in over the millennia and now that the two of them had confronted him before they could have any solid evidence… well this was just going to have been tucked away as a close-call for Apollo. The two of them wouldn’t have the evidence to take it further.
“So unless you’re wanting to stick around for the color of its eyes and the shine on its scales…” He muttered with a small sarcastic smirk, eliciting a small reaction out of the girls around him who were too dimwitted to know any better. All they cared about was getting a piece of the show that would surely come after Apollo’s ego had been stoked a little. However, if these two gods didn’t leave their younger counterpart alone, that clearly wasn’t going to happen. Apollo’s eagerness to get this show on the road with the nymphs was shown not only by the way his hand danced upon the nymph’s leg but also that hunger in his eyes when he looked over the gaggle of girls -- that very same lustful glance he had inherited from his father. As unwilling as Apollo was to get it on in front of his siblings, he wasn’t going to exactly stop what he started with the nymphs earlier. That was how he built up the nerve to directly dismiss them as the hunger to have those girls clouded his judgment. “I think it's time for you two to leave.”
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Apollo knew that the peace and quiet had been too good to last.
Just as the immature god was getting to the good part of his story, he could feel the air in his temple shift suddenly. The light cheeriness that came from the nymph's lighter faded into something hostile… almost as if the God of Light now suddenly had a bull at his back, breathing down his neck. Turning his head slightly, he was completely taken aback to see that this was exactly what was going on as his half-brother and half-sister had taken it upon themselves to come and join the party.
Oh, shit.
“Didn’t your mothers ever teach you it’s rude to forget to knock?” Apollo angrily snapped back at the two interlopers who had taken it upon themselves to enter the Sun God’s domain and start accosting him without any real reason to do so. The brief snippet they overheard could have been describing any sort of monster -- there was absolutely nothing within his story that made it crystal clear that he was talking about what had happened today. After all, beings like themselves were immortal and had fought countless beasts over the years. Who were to say that he wasn’t describing a hunt with Artemis? It didn’t matter that Apollo was definitely taking credit for their battle just so he could get a quick piece of nymph booty. As far as the younger god was concerned, his elder brother and sister had no reason to be here getting in the way of everything like they normally do.
He didn’t know why they seemed to think his temple had an open-door policy; especially when they would not take kindly to him just showing up in their temples. Maybe once they were all done here Apollo would have to go talk to Hephaestus about him making some sort of unbreakable barrier so that he wouldn’t have to keep needing to deal with this scenario. However, that would have to come later as Apollo knew that the two of them were probably not just going to leave after being reminded that they had absolutely no manners. If his siblings were anything like him, they were going to be just too stubborn to quietly take the hint that they needed to leave.
Knowing full well that telling them directly to get the fuck out of his home would not work, Apollo tried to make it very clear through his actions that these two were not welcome here. Had they entered his temple under any other circumstances, Apollo would have sent the nymphs away to leave the gods to their business -- promising to make it up to them later with some cheeky goodbye as well. However, he did no such thing this time, even going as far as to rest one hand on the leg of the cute little thing he currently had perched in his lap, making it clear that she didn’t need to go anywhere. As far as Apollo was concerned, this wouldn’t take long.
“Bold of you to assume it was a chimera from the mere description of the beast having hot breath.” Apollo said bluntly, his tone dripping in the anger he felt at being intruded upon like this. If the god had had even a single drop of wine within his system, he might have even added a terse comment about how the two of them seemed to fight that description too -- so eager to start a fight in a domain that was not theirs over things they overheard. Of course, they were right, but Apollo knew that they could not have heard enough to be certain in that claim. It was impossible as he had not given the nymphs the vast amount of details needed to tie the two stories together. As far as everyone in this room was concerned he was merely regaling one of the many adventures he had partaken in over the millennia and now that the two of them had confronted him before they could have any solid evidence… well this was just going to have been tucked away as a close-call for Apollo. The two of them wouldn’t have the evidence to take it further.
“So unless you’re wanting to stick around for the color of its eyes and the shine on its scales…” He muttered with a small sarcastic smirk, eliciting a small reaction out of the girls around him who were too dimwitted to know any better. All they cared about was getting a piece of the show that would surely come after Apollo’s ego had been stoked a little. However, if these two gods didn’t leave their younger counterpart alone, that clearly wasn’t going to happen. Apollo’s eagerness to get this show on the road with the nymphs was shown not only by the way his hand danced upon the nymph’s leg but also that hunger in his eyes when he looked over the gaggle of girls -- that very same lustful glance he had inherited from his father. As unwilling as Apollo was to get it on in front of his siblings, he wasn’t going to exactly stop what he started with the nymphs earlier. That was how he built up the nerve to directly dismiss them as the hunger to have those girls clouded his judgment. “I think it's time for you two to leave.”
Apollo knew that the peace and quiet had been too good to last.
Just as the immature god was getting to the good part of his story, he could feel the air in his temple shift suddenly. The light cheeriness that came from the nymph's lighter faded into something hostile… almost as if the God of Light now suddenly had a bull at his back, breathing down his neck. Turning his head slightly, he was completely taken aback to see that this was exactly what was going on as his half-brother and half-sister had taken it upon themselves to come and join the party.
Oh, shit.
“Didn’t your mothers ever teach you it’s rude to forget to knock?” Apollo angrily snapped back at the two interlopers who had taken it upon themselves to enter the Sun God’s domain and start accosting him without any real reason to do so. The brief snippet they overheard could have been describing any sort of monster -- there was absolutely nothing within his story that made it crystal clear that he was talking about what had happened today. After all, beings like themselves were immortal and had fought countless beasts over the years. Who were to say that he wasn’t describing a hunt with Artemis? It didn’t matter that Apollo was definitely taking credit for their battle just so he could get a quick piece of nymph booty. As far as the younger god was concerned, his elder brother and sister had no reason to be here getting in the way of everything like they normally do.
He didn’t know why they seemed to think his temple had an open-door policy; especially when they would not take kindly to him just showing up in their temples. Maybe once they were all done here Apollo would have to go talk to Hephaestus about him making some sort of unbreakable barrier so that he wouldn’t have to keep needing to deal with this scenario. However, that would have to come later as Apollo knew that the two of them were probably not just going to leave after being reminded that they had absolutely no manners. If his siblings were anything like him, they were going to be just too stubborn to quietly take the hint that they needed to leave.
Knowing full well that telling them directly to get the fuck out of his home would not work, Apollo tried to make it very clear through his actions that these two were not welcome here. Had they entered his temple under any other circumstances, Apollo would have sent the nymphs away to leave the gods to their business -- promising to make it up to them later with some cheeky goodbye as well. However, he did no such thing this time, even going as far as to rest one hand on the leg of the cute little thing he currently had perched in his lap, making it clear that she didn’t need to go anywhere. As far as Apollo was concerned, this wouldn’t take long.
“Bold of you to assume it was a chimera from the mere description of the beast having hot breath.” Apollo said bluntly, his tone dripping in the anger he felt at being intruded upon like this. If the god had had even a single drop of wine within his system, he might have even added a terse comment about how the two of them seemed to fight that description too -- so eager to start a fight in a domain that was not theirs over things they overheard. Of course, they were right, but Apollo knew that they could not have heard enough to be certain in that claim. It was impossible as he had not given the nymphs the vast amount of details needed to tie the two stories together. As far as everyone in this room was concerned he was merely regaling one of the many adventures he had partaken in over the millennia and now that the two of them had confronted him before they could have any solid evidence… well this was just going to have been tucked away as a close-call for Apollo. The two of them wouldn’t have the evidence to take it further.
“So unless you’re wanting to stick around for the color of its eyes and the shine on its scales…” He muttered with a small sarcastic smirk, eliciting a small reaction out of the girls around him who were too dimwitted to know any better. All they cared about was getting a piece of the show that would surely come after Apollo’s ego had been stoked a little. However, if these two gods didn’t leave their younger counterpart alone, that clearly wasn’t going to happen. Apollo’s eagerness to get this show on the road with the nymphs was shown not only by the way his hand danced upon the nymph’s leg but also that hunger in his eyes when he looked over the gaggle of girls -- that very same lustful glance he had inherited from his father. As unwilling as Apollo was to get it on in front of his siblings, he wasn’t going to exactly stop what he started with the nymphs earlier. That was how he built up the nerve to directly dismiss them as the hunger to have those girls clouded his judgment. “I think it's time for you two to leave.”
”Bold of you to assume it was a chimera from the mere description of the beast having hot breath.” Apollo’s open hostility only made Ares grin. His attention wandered from his brother’s face to the nymph in the god’s lap who looked blatantly uncomfortable at this point. Athena was right, of course. They were simple, flighty creatures but so delicate and pretty. Apollo wasn’t alone in being unable to resist them. Ares, too, did idiot things to impress them. He liked to hear their giggles and their high pitched chattering. It was also fun to chase them when they ran. Some of them were downright playful - turning themselves into water or trees or plants or some other such thing. It almost made him wonder sometimes if they wanted caught or not…
“I am bold, yes,” he said, settling back even more on the kline, making it equally clear to Apollo that he had no intention of leaving quickly. His butt wiggled a little back and forth to make sure the couch was suitably cushioned for his divine buttocks. Can’t have the God of War uncomfortable. Did it matter that he and Athena might be wrong in their assumptions? Not really. Apollo really could have been discussing anything at all but as Ares took such delight in beating this particular god up whenever the chance presented itself...this was just too good an opportunity to miss.
“So unless you’re wanting to stick around for the color of its eyes and the shine on its scales…” Apollo continued, his tone and expression making it abundantly evident that he did not want them to do any such thing, “I think it's time for you two to leave.”
Ares raised his brows and glanced over at Athena. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of playfulness in Apollo’s tone. Well then. Ares sighed. He’d wanted some sort of fight but if he was going to have to goad his brother that hard to get it, he’d just as soon piss off Athena. It was easier. With that in mind, he exhaled a deep sigh and stood.
“I would stick around for the stories but as they’re so unbelievable...unbelievably boring, I won’t. Athena and I had other things to get to, didn’t we?” he leaned over and swatted the side of Athena’s thigh. “Get up, old girl. We’ve got a head to mount. Or several heads...as the case may be.”
He threw one last glower at Apollo, winked at the nymph who didn’t appear to be into it but was too polite or rightly afraid to actually say so, and left the temple, trusting his sister to come with him. Or she didn’t have to...she could stay and watch Apollo seduce that nymph girl but then Athena didn’t seem to be into that sort of thing, which was just a shame.
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”Bold of you to assume it was a chimera from the mere description of the beast having hot breath.” Apollo’s open hostility only made Ares grin. His attention wandered from his brother’s face to the nymph in the god’s lap who looked blatantly uncomfortable at this point. Athena was right, of course. They were simple, flighty creatures but so delicate and pretty. Apollo wasn’t alone in being unable to resist them. Ares, too, did idiot things to impress them. He liked to hear their giggles and their high pitched chattering. It was also fun to chase them when they ran. Some of them were downright playful - turning themselves into water or trees or plants or some other such thing. It almost made him wonder sometimes if they wanted caught or not…
“I am bold, yes,” he said, settling back even more on the kline, making it equally clear to Apollo that he had no intention of leaving quickly. His butt wiggled a little back and forth to make sure the couch was suitably cushioned for his divine buttocks. Can’t have the God of War uncomfortable. Did it matter that he and Athena might be wrong in their assumptions? Not really. Apollo really could have been discussing anything at all but as Ares took such delight in beating this particular god up whenever the chance presented itself...this was just too good an opportunity to miss.
“So unless you’re wanting to stick around for the color of its eyes and the shine on its scales…” Apollo continued, his tone and expression making it abundantly evident that he did not want them to do any such thing, “I think it's time for you two to leave.”
Ares raised his brows and glanced over at Athena. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of playfulness in Apollo’s tone. Well then. Ares sighed. He’d wanted some sort of fight but if he was going to have to goad his brother that hard to get it, he’d just as soon piss off Athena. It was easier. With that in mind, he exhaled a deep sigh and stood.
“I would stick around for the stories but as they’re so unbelievable...unbelievably boring, I won’t. Athena and I had other things to get to, didn’t we?” he leaned over and swatted the side of Athena’s thigh. “Get up, old girl. We’ve got a head to mount. Or several heads...as the case may be.”
He threw one last glower at Apollo, winked at the nymph who didn’t appear to be into it but was too polite or rightly afraid to actually say so, and left the temple, trusting his sister to come with him. Or she didn’t have to...she could stay and watch Apollo seduce that nymph girl but then Athena didn’t seem to be into that sort of thing, which was just a shame.
”Bold of you to assume it was a chimera from the mere description of the beast having hot breath.” Apollo’s open hostility only made Ares grin. His attention wandered from his brother’s face to the nymph in the god’s lap who looked blatantly uncomfortable at this point. Athena was right, of course. They were simple, flighty creatures but so delicate and pretty. Apollo wasn’t alone in being unable to resist them. Ares, too, did idiot things to impress them. He liked to hear their giggles and their high pitched chattering. It was also fun to chase them when they ran. Some of them were downright playful - turning themselves into water or trees or plants or some other such thing. It almost made him wonder sometimes if they wanted caught or not…
“I am bold, yes,” he said, settling back even more on the kline, making it equally clear to Apollo that he had no intention of leaving quickly. His butt wiggled a little back and forth to make sure the couch was suitably cushioned for his divine buttocks. Can’t have the God of War uncomfortable. Did it matter that he and Athena might be wrong in their assumptions? Not really. Apollo really could have been discussing anything at all but as Ares took such delight in beating this particular god up whenever the chance presented itself...this was just too good an opportunity to miss.
“So unless you’re wanting to stick around for the color of its eyes and the shine on its scales…” Apollo continued, his tone and expression making it abundantly evident that he did not want them to do any such thing, “I think it's time for you two to leave.”
Ares raised his brows and glanced over at Athena. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of playfulness in Apollo’s tone. Well then. Ares sighed. He’d wanted some sort of fight but if he was going to have to goad his brother that hard to get it, he’d just as soon piss off Athena. It was easier. With that in mind, he exhaled a deep sigh and stood.
“I would stick around for the stories but as they’re so unbelievable...unbelievably boring, I won’t. Athena and I had other things to get to, didn’t we?” he leaned over and swatted the side of Athena’s thigh. “Get up, old girl. We’ve got a head to mount. Or several heads...as the case may be.”
He threw one last glower at Apollo, winked at the nymph who didn’t appear to be into it but was too polite or rightly afraid to actually say so, and left the temple, trusting his sister to come with him. Or she didn’t have to...she could stay and watch Apollo seduce that nymph girl but then Athena didn’t seem to be into that sort of thing, which was just a shame.
