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჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     nothing     just     got     a     little     curious     about     why     you     asked     me     of     all     people

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     okay,     i’ll     make     it     worth     your     while     

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     cool

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     can     i     ask     why?

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     yeah,     definitely.     as     long     as     you     stick     with     me     throughout     the     night.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     perfect.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     thought     you’d     ask     someone     else.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     but     it     does     sound     kinda     fun??     sure.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     i’ll     go     with     you.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     yeah,     i     really     liked     seeing     you.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     nothing     that     i     know     of.

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     why?

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     hi,     pollo!

჻░     𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧﹕     don’t     worry     about     it,     i     didn’t     mind     any     of     it.     did     you?

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hi, it’s me. ur local dumbass! this is gonna be a list of potential connections for our literal local dumbass, apollo lovejoy (i mean. srsly. this boy is DUMB)!! if you feel like you wanna play out any of these things, give this a like & we can figure some stuff out!

             being     unable     to     lie     was     one     thing,     added     onto     that     was     fact     that     benjamin     held     no     desire     to.     sure,     there     were     facts     omitted     in     his     life     and     what     transpired     between     them     but     in     moments     like     present     ones,     when     apollo     was     in     company,     benji     never     wanted     to     leave     anything     out.     and     so     he     gives     into     his     truth,     looking     over     at     apollo.     ❝     i     miss     being     around     you,     i     miss     how     it     was     with     us.     so,     it’s     what     i’d     want.     ❞

             maybe     sharing     what     rested     in     their     hearts     would     open     up     old     wounds,     but     a     part     of     angel     thought     they     never     really     solved     anything.     it     was     all     kept     in     silence     and     distance;     coming     up     with     plenty     of     reasons     to     stay     away     did     not     help     to     heal     anything.     but     there     was     a     point     made     in     what     apollo     was     saying:     why     would     he     want     to     see     him     all     the     time?     ❝     i     know.     you’re     right,     and     it’s     unfair     of     me     to     want     you     to     come     by     more     —     selfish,     really.     ❞

             still,     there     they     were,     the     both     of     them     being     selfish     and     settling     to     stay     together     for     time     being     than     putting     more     distance.     soon,     benji’s     thumb     moving     up     and     down     apollo’s     hand.     ❝     if     you     stayed     —-     i     would     stay     with     you.     ❞     does     not     wait     for     a     ‘no’     instead     standing     and     using     joined     hands     to     pull     apollo     to     his     feet,     and     in     direction     to     go     up     to     benji’s     room.     ❝     come     on,     my     bed     will     be     more     comfortable.     ❞    

Head shakes slowly as the other speaks. He can’t bring himself to believe it, even if Benji’s tone is genuine. It hurts more to believe that he wants him around considering he was the one who ended it all. “You don’t have to lie to me,” Apollo whispers. “I’m a big boy.” There’s a hint of a smirk though, almost begging Benjamin to prove to him that it’s what he wants. Apollo wants nothing more than to be here.

He knows a thing or two about being selfish. Hell, he’s doing it right now. He can’t help himself, Apollo must get what he wants and this is currently what he wants. Benjamin... is what he wants. “I would like to,” honest, “but it’s... not good. For anyone.” It’s the truth, it’s what his sisters keep telling him but he comes here anyway because it’s better to hurt alongside the person he loves than away from him.

He just nods slowly, a smile--soft and warm--creeping onto his lips. Apollo stands with Benji’s help, ready to follow him through the house (though he could very much lead them up there). “Okay,” he says. “As long as you’re staying.”

             inhales     rather     sharply     for     a     split     second,     allowing     too     much     to     break     through     the     cracks.     could     he     be     blamed?     after     all,     this     is     what     they     had     resorted     to,     how     their     relationship     had     ended     up.     perhaps     one     from     above     should     not     hold     or     show     so     much     emotion     but     this     life     and     previous     one,     humanity     had     been     at     an     all     time     high;     far     too     human     now     to     think     self     anything     else.     ❝     what     about     coming     to     see     me?     ❞     rolls     off     tongue     before     ben     can     help     it,     though     he     does     not     even     try     to     cover     it     by     saying     anything     else.

             instead     he     remains     there     sitting,     much     too     close,     desiring     to     keep     going     and     say     that     apollo     should     stay.     for     his     own     safety     and     rest,     for     benji’s     own     selfish     reasons     and     needs.     silence     is     what     remains,     only     breaking     from     thoughts     as     apollo     comes     to     rest     his     head     on     his     shoulder.     does     not     move     his     hand     from     friend’s     (?)     hair     then,     continuing     brushing     of     fingers.     ❝     –-     yeah,     cause     you     avoid     coming     over,     but     s’okay,     i     don’t     come     over     at     all,     so.     ❞     only     sees     artemis     elsewhere.

             leans     back     on     the     couch     after     that     is     said     about     why     apollo     doesn’t     see     his     parents     much     anymore,     making     himself     more     comfortable     as     apollo     rests     beside     him.     soon,     a     must     for     benjamin     to     push     down     growing     need     for     witch     to     drown     all     his     senses.     until     he     finally     allows     his     hand     to     drop,     moving     to     find     apollo’s,     lacing     their     fingers     together.     ❝     stay     here?     i     won’t     bug,     and     can     sleep     on     the     couch     —-     you     go     up     to     my     room.     ❞

He wants to say ‘no’. Wants to tell him that he’s not here for him, that came here just to check on things and go. But it’s too late, already sitting on the couch beside the other. Gods, would it be so hard to be honest for once? “Maybe,” he shrugs. “Maybe not. I don’t think you’d even want that.” It’s what he firmly believes, that instead of sending him away, Benjamin is comforting him out of pity.

He wants so much to stay, to be here beside Benji. It’s always been so hard to stay away, to avoid him so painfully when all he really wants is for them to be them again, despite the fear of being destroyed all over again. The feeling of Benjamin’s hands running through his hair is so familiar, so comforting. He wishes he could pause this moment forever. “’Course I do,” he says simply. “Why would I wanna see you all the time?” Not meant to hurt him--though maybe it was--just meant as truth. It hurts to see Benji, he’s sure he can understand that.

The hand on his is electrifying. The feeling that shoots up into his shoulder almost making his arm jolt away from the other. But it doesn’t, it remains. Shakes his head, “don’t wanna be alone.” Words are soft, quiet, “If I stay, will you stay with me? Just for a little?” What he would give for them to be the same again.

“Oh yes i see. The president himself should come down to give you a medal while the sun shines on Kings Grove because you are being a gentleman and carrying my books. Somebody better sound an alarm or something.” She bumped him with her hip, smile on her face. Apollo was family to her and sometimes the best part of her day was the back and forth banter between them. 

“That’s cheating. I like to base my magic in the elements and they don’t look to kindly upon people who cheat their way to the top. My Grandmother has told you many times that magic is a gift Paul. That means that we have to respect it, learn it, and discover where we fit in through dedication and practice. I guess you could say I enjoy it. It gives me something to do, somewhere to be. It also pisses off my mom, which is sort of a bonus.” Tyler pushes her hands into the pockets of her black jeans, “I’ll be able to tell.”

He nodded, even if her tone was sarcastic. “Yes, actually,” Pollo exclaimed. “I’m literally doing the nicest thing I’ve ever done for anyone. I should be rewarded.” Though Apollo thought he should’ve been rewarded for just being born. He liked attention, there wasn’t any doubt about it, so he didn’t understand why he didn’t get the recognition he deserved. “They mayor should give me a medal. Seriously. I’m doing the Gods’ work.”

Enzo had been waiting for Apollo’s arrival for at least over twenty minutes. Maybe it had only been ten, it didn’t matter, he was IMPATIENT. He had been getting ANTSY. Full moons only last one night, which meant that the two of them only had a certain amount of time before the chaos would stop and they would have to go back to CREATING it instead of ENJOYING it. 

The pair of them were unlikely partners in crime. Enzo didn’t grow fond of too many people, but he was more than excited to partake in the festivities he had planned. When he finally hears Apollo’s voice he straightens up and whips around, just a little bit dramatically of course. “Why THERE you are. I was waiting for you so long I was actually afraid I was going to start aging again.”

“You show up late, and you don’t have a plan…” He faked a small amount of anger, but it quickly passed. A large grin took over his features and he threw his hands to the sides, “lucky for you!! Your best friend happens to be a genius, not short of FUN ideas.” On ‘best friend’ he moves his hands to gesture to himself, closing the distance between them and placing his hands on Apollo’s shoulders. 

“So tell me, are you ready for the best fucking night of your young life??”

“Late?” Apollo questioned, brows furrowing. “I’m not late.” But maybe he was, not that he cared very much. He wasn’t that great at time management, no matter what he thought of himself. He knew he didn’t run on ‘normal’ peopletime but rather his own. 

“‘Course I don’t have a plane, you’re the brains,” he pointed to Enzo and then to himself. “And I’m the beauty.” Something he did really believe as he never had much to offer ‘knowledge’ wise. He grinned at the other, however, unable to hide just how much excitement he was feeling.