Waiting for you
So friggin hot. Goodness.
“Adorable indeed,” Apollo insisted with a note of tenderness creeping into his voice briefly. “You’d be in prison? Certainly not for a long time. You’d use your phone call to tell Menthe you’ll be home soon and use your mind to call me so I’d take you out, no? Although we’d probably need to do it right, what with you being a regulated citizen now. Athena helped you with that, didn’t she?”
Apollo noticed the bitterness and furrowed his brows slightly. “You could say lovely flower and I are together, so now it makes more sense that he should be around.” He started to the kitchen feeling a certain bitterness threat to overwhelm him and poured Theseus a glass of water. “He’s not a bad kid, Theseus. He may be planning to hurt me and obviously thinks me a fool, but he’s just trying to fit in and to be at peace.” He offered Theseus the glass and shot him a glance filled with reprehension. “I’m very against it, all the more so when you enjoy drinking it so much. Come, let’s walk outside. What else have you been learning when you’re not at work?”
“It is good to know I could have the Sun God as my lawyer…”, he teased playfully, the smile on his face made it certain to the other God he was joking. Menthe had helped him with that, she helped him be less serious and more playful, however the mention of the flower boy, brought Theseus back to himself and made him nod, “Indeed, it makes perfect sense…”, he frowned slightly at the mention of Hy hurting Apollo, “and you are fine with that…he plans to harm you and you say it as if it were nothing…?”, he took the glass from the other and drank from it, big gulps of it as he was reminded of how thirsty he felt, “ah… you should give it a try, it is rather addictive…”, he placed the glass on the counter and followed Apollo outside, the memories of their last meeting there filled his mind and brought a sharp pain in his chest, “Mostly reading and writing, they have been telling me a few stories of the present, or as they call it, past… some catching up in contemporary habits and costumes as well… I have a cell phone now”, he told his brother with an amused smirk.
I care a great deal for you. You have a nice smile. You make me happy and a little confused. You
should figure out what makes you happy. Someday I will have to decide what to do about my river. You + me = great sex.
If I saw you now I’d kiss your cheek and ask you how your day was. I want to hug you. I
would build a I only build nests and not sure how you would react to finding one just
for you. If I could sing you any song it would be I don’t know any songs anymore.
We could stay up and talk/have sex under the stars.
(P.S. I’m hoping the Greek I know how to write in isn’t too old for you.)
Theseus read the letter and could not help and smile at it, he looked for her around the house to say his thanks.
I ____ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You
should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me = ________.
If I saw you now I’d __________. I want to ________ you. I
would build a _______ just
for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________.
We could __________ under the stars.
Apollo smiled and shook his head as he listened to Theseus; the image of the demigod asleep at a library was one he wouldn’t have had otherwise. “That’s adorable,” he said in jest and turned his face to look at the warrior, both his eyebrows arched.
“I’m not, actually. Hyacinthus must be around. As for the books, I probably have some with figures that should actually help.” He wasn’t sure if he should head to the kitchen or the home bar, so he stopped before Theseus. “What about the beverage? Don’t ask me for Coca-Cola, Theseus, you don’t want the wrath of the sun god upon you, do you?”
“Yes, very adorable to be awaken by a library officer pointing a flashlight to my face… I was glad to be unarmed or I would not be here right now”, he still smiled and chuckled softly at the imagery in his mind.
“Ah… lovely flower always around now, I see…”, he could not stop himself from commenting a little too bitterly for his taste, “some of the children have been lending me books… I pretend I am myself and my story being as impossible as it seems, made a good pretend game between my students and myself”, he frowned a little, “I was going to request it but I do know how against it you are… water should suffice, thank you”
“Immensely regardful. You have my thanks,” he said with a more subtle smile as he carefully tucked the note in his pocket. Saying that he was surprised would be an understatement, but confused as he was he replaced thoughts and tried not to reflect too much on it yet. “For now, it’s very natural that you should have some difficulty, but if you enjoy reading books, I’m sure you’ll be writing with ease in a few months. I could lend you some, if you’d like.” He stretched his arm to touch the demigod on the back of his shoulder and pulled him inside. “Of course, I’ll fetch you some refreshments. Would you like something in particular to eat and drink?”
“Yes, I understand, my tutor tells me to be patient as it takes time… I have been working on exercises and practising more often than not… the other day I fell asleep at the library, embarrassing…”, he told the other with a soft chuckle, “… I am not apt for books yet, if you have something more simple, then I would take it… gladly”, he followed Apollo inside and looked around, “are you home alone?”