Aren’t you a sweetheart. Fine then, I’ll dispose of it. Have a good day brother.
You as well, brother.
Aren’t you forgetting something? -gestures towards the lyre- I don’t want it.
Then dispose of it. It’s yours in the first place, I’m merely returning it to you. I care not what you do with it afterwards.
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You have got to be kidding me. No. Having to deal with you and your so called righteousness is the last thing I want to do right now. Shoo, brother.
-wordlessly sets the lyre down in front of Hermes, a fairly sad expression on his face. He then turns to leave-
Apollo was tentative about it but knew that perhaps he could go to his father about this. Finding where Zeus was, he shifted from foot to foot a little awkwardly and heaved a sigh. ”Father…do you…maybe have time for me to speak with you? I understand if now is not really a good time and I can come back later…” He said, fiddling with his hands a little out of nerves.
Ciara continued to blush. “Owl City.”
"Nice. Would you like to come on a walk with me, Ciara?" He asked, smiling gently at her and holding his hand out.
She twirled around to face him, her wide grinning switching into a slight smile as heat rose to her cheeks. “Dad?” She walked over to her iPod stand and shut the music off.
Apollo smiled gently and nodded. ”Don’t stop on my account. I like your taste in music - what band was that?” He knew, but he liked being able to have her tell him about what she liked.
Ciara danced around her empty cabin, a grin on her face as she sang softly to one of her favorite songs. It was blasting loudly from her iPod, possibly being heard from outside. She could barely care a bit. “Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere..” She sang her favorite song, Vanilla Twilight, a grin still on her face.
He loved it when his children enjoyed the arts and music like he did. Ciara had good enough taste in music for a girl her age and he watched from the doorway of the cabin, a fond smile upon his face. Once she was done, he clapped loudly for her.
Hector stiffened a little at the mention of his sister on the lips of Apollo. He honored and respected this god, but he would never forgive him for what he has done to her. It was unfair and his peace in the gods dropped fairly low when it had happened. Although, Apollo righting it now was accepted…though perhaps just a bit too late. “I have not known.” Hector replied. “But I thank you for…helping her.”
"I shouldn’t be thanked for this seeing as I caused her such pain in the first place. And I do not even expect forgiveness - there is much I have to make up for with many people. I just figured you would find some peace in knowing that she is free from the curse." It was clear the god knew how he was seen in Hector’s eyes and he would not force the man to see him any differently. "Please do ask if you need anything."
“They are.” He said in response before giving a shake of his head. “Nothing comes to mind at the moment, but I do wish to give you thanks on you protecting my body. Something I was told first hand when I was in the Underworld.”
Apollo smiled gently. ”Of course. I would not let such harm come to your body.” The god looked a little regretful for a moment. ”You should know that I have freed Cassandra. I would have sooner but it seemed moot in the Underworld. I am not proud of many of my actions in the past, especially how I treated your sister. Her prophecies will be believed now.”
Apollo was the god of his people and Hector, growing up, has heard all his stories and all of his triumphs. The god, along with Ares, has helped him with the war and even protected his body from harm when Achilles dragged it from behind his chariot. At the sight of him, Hector inclined his head to the god in a bow. “My Lord Apollo.”
Apollo smiled upon seeing one of his Trojans. Hector, one of the more noble ones to have been involved in that war, so very long ago. He inclined his head in return. ”Hector. I do hope the modern times are treating you well.” He clasped the man’s shoulder. ”Is there anything that you need?”