Unrequited love. Oh fuck, his little brother had never expirienced that. He looked down at the basket, then back at the angel. He calmed, taking a deep breath.
"No," he said, as gentle as he could manage this close after anger. Emotions warred. He'd found someone, his little brother, of all people! But Hermes was hurt, and Apollo couldn't divine it away this time. He didn't notice when he started to weep, his eyes closed to gather his thoughts. "It isn't mine to give. ...What...what happened?" he asked, afraid of the answer. A self-mutilating god was a frightening prospect.
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Date: 2006-07-13 10:11 am (UTC)"No," he said, as gentle as he could manage this close after anger. Emotions warred. He'd found someone, his little brother, of all people! But Hermes was hurt, and Apollo couldn't divine it away this time. He didn't notice when he started to weep, his eyes closed to gather his thoughts. "It isn't mine to give. ...What...what happened?" he asked, afraid of the answer. A self-mutilating god was a frightening prospect.