free falling

With four books under one arm, and a large metal stick under the other, Isaac nearly had to waddle across the hall and into the empty classroom. He’d thought it would be empty--not that he’d really checked, hadn’t even looked up as he dumped the device onto one of the desks and flopped the books onto the floor. Kneeling beside it, he began tinkering with the front edge, moving a few pieces around, when he suddenly hear breathing that wasn’t his own.

“No one can memorize all of this.” Isaac threw his head down onto the pile of books in front of him, hoping the librarian, Madam Pince, didn’t hear him and come running over to chastize him for using her precious books as a pillow. “There’s no way. There’s no time.” It didn’t help that every time he and Lily had begun studying together, she’d start to explain a concept to him, and his attention would fall onto the boy across the room: Apollo with his legs spread out before him, laughing at some joke one of his cooler friends had told him, that wide, white-toothed smile spreading across his dark face.

“I want to extend the radius and duration. For example, if someone wanted to catch someone they could turn off their car for an extended period and reduce the possibility for casualties and slow the person down.” Her dark eyes glittered as she spoke, envisioning what her brother could do with her inventions. “It’s not like my brother could let me take all my toys with me so I’d have a reason to come home eventually.” She laughed, standing up and setting up a small device. “Go ahead and throw this at that. You can test how it works for yourself.” A smirk was on her lips as she handed over the small circular devices. Of course, she shifted the beaded bracelet to pull up a video screen. She wanted to see the look on Isaac’s face once he saw how it worked.

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     ❛—– Oh please don’t eat that...❜ She said as she chuckles. ❛ Oh gosh. Bravery at the finest my dear. Normally they taste better cooked!❜ She had explain to the other as she continue to push the peas out of the pods.

               “And your fists won’t solve the problem!” The heat from his skin didn’t hurt her. His anger was for her, not against her, she knew. Sansa scoffed. If she’d listened to her sister or any of her brother for a matter of fact, she would have never dated someone like that. She would have dated someone her parents loved and her brothers approved of. Just like the anger had come quickly, it faded into one of throat radiant smiles that practically blinded her.

               Then she was spinning around and pressed against his chest. She blinked up into his eyes. Apollo’s warmth was infectious as was his smile. She rested her head against his shoulder, letting him lead her in a small circle. Her shoulders shaked with a chuckle, “Are you going to be the one to do that?” LIfting her head from his shoulder, she met those golden eyes, “I don’t want someone to take care of me anymore, Apollo. I want someone to stay by me while I take care of myself.”

No, his fists wouldn’t solve the problem--Apollo could be rational enough to accept that--but they would certainly make him feel better. Through clenched teeth, he nodded at her, opening and closing his fist at his side. He let the music play in his head, remembering being six years old and sitting with his mother as he placed her palm in his and showed him how: open and closed, open and closed his fist went while she hummed a peaceful song and told him to sing along. Music had always been the answer to everything.

        Demeter looked upon the male and raised a brow. She chuckles as she sat down and watched him. Demeter never told him about her daughter but she couldn’t help but feel amused that he asked. ❛ Hmmm Daughter?❜ She asked she shook her head as the goddess then brought her hand on to her knee and lightly tap her fingers on. ❛Sorry i didn’t mean to startle you . Just you look like someone i know. Well a few people .❜ She mused as she looked at him. ❛Tell me child what is your name?❜ She asked him.

Apollo looked at her curiously. There was a feeling--deep in the back of his mind--that he’d seen her before, known her before, though he was simultaneously certain she was a stranger. A woman like this, with a daughter in toe, a daughter who-who...but he could not finish the thought. It was as if he was waking from a dream, and the images that had been so clear just a moment before were becoming murky and foggy and then were gone completely. 

know that there are only a handful of gods but a world of mortals. you will not be the first glint of metal to catch the light of the sun, and no matter what you weave into your heart at night, you will not be the last. never forget that you will burn.

Independent Multi-Muse of Greek Gods, Penned by Alex

               Eyebrows furrowed watching Apollo. It was almost like watching a mirror of her brother. Her hand reached out to grab his wrist, feeling the heat on her palm. If he just charged into a fight with any Lannister, it could hurt more than just him. They never took any slight as a singular person’s action… but the whole family’s action. “Apollo, stop!” Her eyes were wide and brilliantly blue as she tried to get him to see reason, “I don’t want you getting hurt because of me.” Robb fought so many battles for her when she was little, getting scrapes and bruises to protect her from bullies.

               wolHer eyes fell while still holding tight to his wrist, “It was my stupid actions that got me hurt.” The thought of him covering in scrapes and bruises made her chest constrict. Stepping closer to him, it was unmistakable that the heat she felt was coming from him. There was no doubt in the back of her mind that he was the sun himself, warming her skin and easing the aches that he couldn’t see. Just being that close to him made her feel safe… safer than when she first arrived with tears in her eyes.

“They can’t get away with this!” Apollo bellowed. His touch had gotten hotter, the glow around him turning from a soft yellow to a burning orange. The only thing that stopped him from following his rage through to the source--to stomping off there and then--was the soft touch of her hand on his wrist. “They can’t hurt me,” he said, chin lifting stubbornly, proudly. But he didn’t move. He turned his wrist around and grabbed her hand in his. “Don’t you do that. Come on, don’t do that. Don’t take credit for their stupid ass decisions. That was him. Not you.” 

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          ❛—– A child of Zeus that has been reincarnated How interesting wondering how my daughter let that one slip up.❜ She said softly as she gave the boy a smile . Though she meant no harm from it she was rather amused then anything to know that Apollo and Artemis were now reincarnated. She could remember when Apollo was trying to court her daughter, Demeter had made it rather clear that it was a big NO. Now look at him. What had happen to the mighty twins that were the children of Leto and Zeus? She smiles once more. ❛Oh don’t mind me child. I am just talking to myself.❜

Sawyer hung up after an irritatingly long call about ‘the disturbing direction the firm was heading’ with one of their clients. More and more of them seemed to be on the other end of her phone lately, wondering about their future with the firm since Mr. Stark started working there. The next one she got she’d be sitting Mr. Stark at her desk to take the call instead. She could always go to Mr. Skylar if she wanted to ensure they stopped hemorrhaging clients, but something told her that getting between the partners would be crossing an invisible line she’d rather not near.

To make the start of her day worse, today would be the day their new intern would be starting. Their program wasn’t as competitive as the one for paralegals, and most of the candidates were still in high school when they applied, but this year Mr. Skylar only handed her one applicant’s file. Sawyer recognized him the moment he walked in, would have even if he didn’t stick out like a poorly dressed red thumb. Morgana, give her strength. 

Any sliver of hope she had that the new addition to the office would be slightly competent was dashed the second he opened his mouth and proceeded to empty out the contents of his bag on the floor. It was an interesting method of introducing himself to the office, she had to admit. She rose a brow at the items on the ground before pushing herself back from her desk and rising from her chair with a sigh. “I know who you are, Isaac, I’ve seen your file.” For a moment she wondered if Mr. Stark was the one who chose this candidate and got Mr. Skylar to submit it to her instead. Mr. Stark had an eye for incompetence.

“Once you’re done collecting your things I’ll show you around the office. I’m Sawyer Bishop, but Sawyer is fine. You will refer to Mr. Skylar and Mr. Stark as Mr. Skylar and Mr. Stark, so don’t get familiar. Mr. Stark may insist on calling him Robb; I insist that you don’t.” The stern look she gave him brooked no argument. “Any questions before we start?”

Isaac snatched the paper off the ground first, shoving it back into his pocket. The last thing he needed as for his new bosses to see that he’d been attempting to design his own machinery; his father’s name had gotten him this far--at least through the intimidating glass doors behind him--but he was sure they’d laugh to see how painfully behind he was in reinventing the wheel his father had just reinvented. The pictures weren’t done--just scribbles--and anyway, he was supposed to be putting his lawyer hat on now. Or at least, his gathering coffee for lawyers hat. 

“Hi,” he said quickly, pushing out his hand to shake Sawyer’s, but the buss pass he’d used to get there was still crumpled up in his fist. He shoved that into his pocket too then tried again. “It’s really nice to meet you, Ms. Bishop. I mean, Ms. Sawyer. I mean Sawyer.” He cleared his throat. Get it together, Isaac. He laughed shakily. He had met Mr. Skylar before--years ago, at a work dinner with his father--but he had never met Mr. Stark. He imagined him the same way he imagined Mr. Skylar: tall, intimidating, a smile as fake as, well, as nothing he owned because the suits were all hand made and the desks pure mahogany and the trophies pure gold. 

It had taken a couple weeks before Shuri had let Isaac into her workshop while she was in her work clothes and goggles. Now, she was sure he could care less about the grease on her face, but rather the tinkering she’d been working on. “Yeah, you should see my lab back home. This is only what I’ve set up here.” Small amounts of everything she needed and scaled down equipment all temporary for her time as ambassador for science here. “Come look at what I’m working on here.” She waited to feel his presence over her shoulder, “I’m improving a small contact EMP. T’Challa said they work fine, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”

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 Sansa stiffened at his touch, holding herself back from flinching away from his fingers. The last time someone raised their hand, it was followed by pain. The difference was now his fingers sent warmth into her cheek then the throbbing eased. “What— What was that?” She caught her reflection in the glass, only seeing pale pink skin instead of a nasty blue and purple bruise. “Apollo… “ Her stomach churned, “He had a group of his goons do it. He thought that because my dad was gone, I was going to want him back. I told him I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. He’s a Lannister.” Her eyes fell from his and to the floor, heel scuffing the wood.

“What’re you going to do? You got the same look that Robb gets before he sneaks out of the house to get revenge.”

It was still new--still so new, Apollo didn’t know not to stare at his own fingers with amazement, not go wide-eyed at the warmth radiating out of his fingers. Slowly, a grin spread over his face, amazed by his own powers, at this strange change of events in his life---but then he caught sight of Sansa’s expression, and the smile dropped away, replaced instead by a very ugly, very angry, burning, rising revenge. “They’ll pay for that,” he said. His fingertips were still on her cheek, but he pulled them away now, flexing his fingers into a fist instead.