his despair, his remorse.

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                 she’s FEELING HERSELF in the skin-tight bodysuit, and a disparaging comment from her brother about her choice in costumes isn’t likely to change that. pointing the sword down at where he’s seated, hande’s eyebrows quirk upwards, not yet at the point of anger but functioning as a warning instead ( one her siblings never seem to heed, but when apollo ends up with a punctured kidney, hande can’t say she didn’t warn him ). “ keep comparing me to condiments and i’m sure you’ll find out. ”

       ❛     wine’s perfect   ,   thanks.     ❜   more than the drink   ,   he’s happy to have the other back around him.   dionysus parties are good   ,   but they’re about the least calm place on the planet   ,   fe’s space aside.   ❛    we can go somewhere else in a bit   ,   if you want.   i know these things get kinda chaotic.     ❜

                           some demigods seem to make it their life goal to try and get into as much trouble as they possibly could. nobody should be going down the haunted trail alone; the message had been VERY clear. of course, it would be stupid to assume that none of them would try regardless—and sage had promised himself not to intervene. however, that was before he’d spotted the lone wanderer with his lack of a costume. he’d almost have blended in with the night had sage’s vision not grown accustomed to the darkness throughout the years. 

“ hey, ” he calls out, the sound of his voice tracking back to somewhere behind the trees. dead leaves rustle underneath his feet as he rushes towards the path, blocking apollo from walking any further. if there’s anyone that should not be going down this path alone, it’d be a child of ares ( and this one in particular ). “ did you not read the warning? ” sage quirks an eyebrow, his tone sans malice, though slightly judgmental. “ you’re not supposed to be going down there alone. where is your partner? ” ( @apolloeu ! )

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              𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 has Apollo looking over,      thinking it's another part of the trail meant to scare him until he spots someone making their way to him.    He stands in silence,    listening to the sound of leaves crushing under their weight with each step they take.    He recognizes Sage only when he’s standing right in front of him.      For a moment,     Apollo is taken aback by how insanely good he looks.    His bright blonde hair takes all of his focus,    and he doesn't register anything else he's saying,    only that his ear pendants are shimmering everytime the moonlight hits them just right. 

                𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙏 𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘼 !

          [ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 '𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝' 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'. ]

the word nonchalant wasn’t in rion’s vocabulary. everyone on campus seemed to be able to control if they wanted to appear casual but rion had never been very good at keeping his emotions under wraps. they controlled him more than he was ever able to control them and even now, as an adult, he still finds himself giving into the rage that swirls around in his head. which is why he makes other people rage too. odikinesis was the favorite of the powers he inherited from his dad. and why not use it to his heart’s content. 

throwing knives in hand, he’s using other people as target practice. the odikinesis only comes in when he figures that he’s too lazy to get up. make other people mad and they’ll hopefully throw them back, negating his need to get up. the next knife thrown whizzes past someone and he can’t tell if it actually nicked the skin or not. “oops! sorry,” he calls cheerfully from his perch in a tree, clearly not sorry at all. 

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              𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘,    𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌.    He doesn't catch a clear look at it until it's burried in the tree beside him and there's a thin line of blood coming from the nick it left behind on Apollo's arm.     Hearing Rion's voice is of no surprise at all.    Apollo turns towards him and stands very,    very still as he stares him down.    Finally,    Apollo catches on.  

     ❛   Oh,   I see,   ❜    he says,   but doesn't indicate what he means.   Rion is controlling his emotions.   There is no other explanation for the way Apollo currently wants to rip his brother's arms clean off his body.    It's not safe to use odikinesis on his own siblings,   but that has never stopped Rion.   It only fuels his amusement for instigating more violence,    and if Apollo wasn't used to it by now,   he'd be attempting to drop-kick Rion off his perch on the tree.    That is not to say that he won't,   however——    Apollo's anger benumbs him into stillness until his blood boils too hot and he falls into action.

     ❛   Careful where you drop your knife,    Rion,    one would think that you're trying to kill me,   ❜    he says,    nonchalant and sarcastic as his brother,   but there's an edge to his voice that he can't hide.   He's unhurried as he pulls the knife from the bark,   feeling the grip out in his hand and spinning it a few times as he considers its weight.

                       being banished from using the kitchen means having to get creative with your late night snacks. or in sage’s case: keep it simple, buy some bread. and some chips. chocolate? perhaps one of his siblings would like a snack, too, so it is better to be safe than sorry. all in all, the basket is starting to look more suited for a party than a night of studying—but who’s to complain? angus. it rings in his head. jasper, too. he rolls his eyes at the mere thought of it, though he does end up adding a box of grapes and some bananas to the groceries. that should be enough to keep them from complaining. 

mindless steps finally lead him out of the empty corridors and back to the cashier, not yet entirely convinced that he’s brought all that he needs. “ just a moment, please. ” the words are spoken before sage has a chance to look up. it’s quiet, anyway. he’s just gotta get a quick text out to angus to ask for confirmation—but he doesn’t get the chance to finish. half way through, his gaze shifts to the cashier that already seemed to have made his way towards the computer, and it almost has him drop his phone out of pure shock.

“ you’re alive. ” solid first words; as if he’d expected any different. what he means is: you actually took care of yourself and came to eonia, that’s amazing. he’s quick to lock his phone mid-texting and tuck it away in his pocket; not so quick to get a proper hold of himself. “ what i mean is, ” he continues, discomfort coloring his tone of voice, unsure whether to feel relief or guilt. what he does know is that running away does not seem like a bad option here. a small smile is all that he can muster, but he’s got nobody but himself to blame for that. “ that’s good. you being alive. and you being here. it’s good to see you. ” rambling? on point. though with no other cashier in sight, all that he can do is quickly take out the products from his basket and collect them in front of him. and then, before he can stop himself, his lips just have to part again. “ have you been doing well? ” ( for apollo who i can’t tag )

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             𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 and he's distantly aware that he'll have to crawl his way to the register at some point to check them out,     but until then he'll continue to doze off where he's seated next to a box of gum that he's meant to be stocking his checkout counter with.     His head is lolling to the side and he's more asleep than awake,    but his senses are still sharp outside of battle.     He hears the customer walking up and with a poorly contained yawn he steps off his stool and drags his feet to the register.

     Apollo is blinking at the screen and getting ready to scan items when he's told to wait,    then he hides another yawn behind his hand and checks the time at the lower corner of the screen.    The tiny numbers tell him it's three in the morning,    and although it's not unusual to get customers rolling up at such hours during the weekend to stock up on more booze or bags of junk food,    it is a little rare throughout weekdays.    

      The customer speaks again.    You're alive,    they say,    and that's enough to wake Apollo the fuck up.    His head jerks up and he frowns,    an expression of uncensored surprise on his face for a split second.     The only people who would be shocked to see him alive are people who expect him to be dead,    but Apollo isn't aware of any hits he picked up during his sentence in Athens.    None,    he thinks to himself,    and then the man melts into a clumsily put-together explanation and recognition slowly dawns on Apollo. 

       He’s the demigod from New York.     From the night Apollo has classified as being the worst in his life——    and he's here.     Goddamn it,    Apollo can't help the slow grin his lips ease into.    It feels so distant from where he's standing now,    and he never would have guessed that someone else would see the shitshow of the journey.

—— 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞; 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

⟨   𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐌.   𝐂𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄.   𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐈𝐌.   ⟩    though the mist might prevent some from seeing it,   𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌 is actually a descendent of 𝙰 𝚁 𝙴 𝚂.    it’s still a question of whether or not the 𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚈-𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 year old 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 from 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙹𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚈,    𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 has taken after their godly parent completely,    but the demigod is still known to be quite 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 & 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆.

HEY THERE !   it’s ur local kit here with a second character.   spent more hours playing hades.   ares’ awful dash boon helped me defeat my father hades and i thought...    you know ares is pretty damn cool   ( against popular opinion ).   so here i am with mr fucks up a lot,    apollo kim !     his biography is linked below and as always,    if you’d like to plot a lil,   i’m @ sasuke lesbian#2690 over on discord !