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He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “The god of sweet song and serenades, is that suppose to make me feel better because from that I gather you are flirting with my daughter you little turd.” He sneered. “Ask, Eros, why should I? I’m asking you. A man should take responsibility for his actions, don’t you?”

He looked down at the ground, "Yes, you're right. A man should take responsibility for his actions. I agree." The boy took in a heavy breath, "I was flirting. I like her but she already said no. I'm sorry sir, I should have asked you first before I said anything to her. I'm sorry."

"Mm, I don’t know. Maybe you’ll be like him, who knows. Well, probably you will end up being a lot like him. Very stubborn. Let’s hope you don’t get to have his bad temper." He smiled. "Oh, yes. He sometimes comes. At night. Maybe too late for you to see him, but you might even talk to him sometime." Eros tilted his head. "It’s not all what?"

Nykterinos puckered his lips a little about to laugh, "I don't want a bad temper. I guess if he shows that I will have to close my eyes so I don't learn it from him. What do you think I'll get from you?" He asked, "He comes at night to visit, does he sing you songs in the night? Maybe say poems?" He was a little curious about the visits, "I can't wait till I do. He sounds interesting...oh? It's not all too bad, I meant. That he might not be here but he comes out to see you. It means he cares a lot."

"You must be the grandson I have been hearing so much about….." She ducked her head, seeing so much of her son and an equal amount of his lover. "What is your name, sweet child?"

Gingerly he responded, "y-y-yes." He tried to piece things together first and then felt sure. "You're Leto? You're Apollo's mother." He was still calling both parents father and didn't want to confuse himself.

The boy looked over at Apollo his brows came together, "What lifestyle?" He didn't understand what the other meant, "If you love each other then why do you fight. is it bad if you don't fight?" He looked to both of them for answers. "If you fight it doesn't mean you hate me right?"

The queen softened her features, She knows how scary she can be specially to youngsters. Perhaps this boy came from the nearby tribe and that is why he ask. He seems to young to go through the rite of passage. Penthesilea smile and invite him to come closer, she open her furry cape. “come is cold here, and you don’t offend me child. I just found the question odd—-” she paused. ” Are you a Gargerean? Your tribe most be missing you.”

He moved closer to the female in order to seek warmth. And now he found her question odd. "A tribe? No." He shook his head finding it a rather silly thing, "I was with the birds. And then I saw the sun and I started following it. It kept moving further and further away as the day went on." He explained.

It felt strange and sweet to have the young boy’s lips on hers. The small peck was replied to with a longer and smaller kiss. Showing him or least showing him what she had seen on the tele. Usually the kisses lasted longer and then faded to black on the screen but this was real life and she didn’t know what she was doing. This was all new to her. When their lips parted she smiled, blush hitting her cheeks. “That was my first kiss…Nykterinos.” Quickly she smacked his shoulder and chest playfully. “You’re going to be a handful aren’t you?”

"Mine-mine too." He admitted, fully charged with an array of words he could use. There was inspiration in his eyes after their little kiss. And everything was clear as he moved to sit down and jot down the writings he saw in his mind's eye. "I might be. We won't know. I can't tell the future. I can only stay in the present."

He chuckled, "I'll leave but not before saying this: You should not feel so entitled to anything. You are but one deity that serves desire. You are replaceable." The little god moved to leave, a grin spread across his lips as he left.

She rather liked his boldness. “You get so happy over…” Philophrosyne couldn’t help but giggle, “I really think you have stolen an actual kiss, maybe then your smug little face might have merit. ” She smacked her lips.”I really liked the song, maybe we could make this a thing. You play me something and I play you something too….”

"I treasure the little things in life." He added, with a smile. "No, I can't steal an actual kiss. That wouldn't be right, not until I know you better at least. There is a proper way to do things but. I guess I don't follow them. My father says that mortals put things in a good column and a bad column. But that we as gods should, nor should they. Do what feels good for the sake of it. There is no good or bad. So I will follow his example. And do as he does."

        He turned immediately when he heard the small voice, paying attention to what he was saying and not sure if the kid even knew how to make waffles. He wondered now what he put in those. “Talk? About what?” Slowly, he took a few steps back from Apollo and went to take a seat. It seemed they were going to be there for a while, after all.

The makeshift platter was slightly a mess as he carried it to the table and ran back for syrup and other things to put on the waffles he made. He had been watching the morning show and you-tube to see if he could make something. French toast was too hard and he didn't want to open the tunnel of doom, called an oven.  "You guys. I heard you fighting before about things...." He placed his hands on his hips to express that he too was mad. "And those things. The vile sows." He needed to stop watching cartoon network.

"Repeating it, won't make me change my mind about you, you have turned into a creature to me."

    “Well, I’m calling you bud now.            Let’s just if you were ever to be homeless, you would be for long.”

He chuckled, "Okay, I don't like but but who am I to discourage it?" He furrowed his brows, 'I'm no sue if that makes any sense...."

Maybe it wasn’t a scary story but it was one she enjoyed. Philophrosyne chuckled at the mention of the movie she was talking about, “it’s about a boy and girl who like each other. They decide to runaway together because they fell in love and it just tears the town apart and opens things up for everyone. It’s cute. You might like it.” She smacked her lips, “If I asked you to run away with me, would you?”

The young god liked the story about the boy and the girl better. "So they runaway because they are in love..." he was caught off guard by her question and instead decided to answer it in a different way, by giving her a peck on the lips. He was still a child and he didn't know how kisses worked but he felt as though he made an adequate attempt. "I think you know the answer. I would follow you anywhere."

She watched him play and it was magnificent. She couldn’t believe how well he did with the instrument. “Wow” It was her favourite song being played to her by such a young boy it felt almost romantic. The young grace pursed her lips and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she watched him perform. She wouldn’t forget herself. She too had to remain without attachments otherwise she would never be able to do her job properly. Once he was finished she smiled, “You play beautifully. I loved it.” She moved to embrace the boy.

He was happy that she enjoyed his rendition of her favourite song. And with her embrace he felt his heart pound so much so that he thought she could hear it. As they parted he felt the urge to lean in a little closer and place a kiss on her cheek. And so he did, taking great pride in what he did. "There, I stole a kiss.all me a thief. For one day I will seal a real one."He quipped, though he did mean it. He wanted his first kiss to be with her. Even if he was to be a chaste god, he still wanted that moment.

"you don’t understand." He was putting her on the spot and that wasn’t fair. All along she had told him that she couldn’t have feelings for him but he wouldn’t listen to anything. "It’s not that I don’t care about you but look at you. You grow, you get older as I will not. I will never. I can’t ever give you things that you need as an adult. Because I am going to stay as I am." She shook her head, "It’s not that I don’t. It’s not that. I can’t. Why can’t you understand that? I can’t, okay. I can’t."

"Can't or wont?" He questioned her ramblings, "I know you care about me deeper than you would like to admit. And yes, I know how this will end with one of us turning into something horrible....I don't care about those adult stuff. I'd be happy to hold your hand, to sing you songs and even kiss your cheek. I would never ask for anything more. I promise. Just think about it, my aunt was once going to decided to marry, she found her exception. I found mine."

         ”I’ve told you before, my little bird, that people are so hurt and angry, that they would say a lot of things to make everyone’s life worse. They don’t want to be the only ones suffering.” Sighs and kneels in front of him. “You are more than enough, you are important to me. We are not having more children. I will take care of you now.”

He hated these beings that did that and made him doubt his father's love. "Angry, cruel, selfish. I will kill them all for making me feel this was and dishonoring you like this this. i will kill them all." he had a few people in mind already but he wouldn't say who he placed the blame on. Nykterinos wrapped his arms around his father. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have....I'm----I shouldn't .....I'm sorry."