[RL with Apollo: Relighting the Light]
He was going to Tartarus. To speak with the Titans.
Hyacinth knew how dangerous it was, to trespass so freely in the Underworld, especially when Apollo was weakened, but on the other hand, he couldn't stop smiling- Apollo was no longer the miserable, moping figure that he had left behind. He was returning to his former self, albeit without his powers just yet, and that was cause enough for joy.
They would succeed. They would.
He gave a last glance to his room; Anicetus was not in his usual spot on the rug, having been chased to Gavriil's room so that the older boy would take care of him. Sometimes, he wondered if his adoptive family would know what he was someday- he kept disappearing without a thought, and they were increasingly angry and worried at him. Guilt chewed at him, but Apollo's life and death were of far more importance, and so he left for Hawaii, the vestiges of his room disappearing to make way for the cheery colours of Apollo's beach home.
Hyacinth knew how dangerous it was, to trespass so freely in the Underworld, especially when Apollo was weakened, but on the other hand, he couldn't stop smiling- Apollo was no longer the miserable, moping figure that he had left behind. He was returning to his former self, albeit without his powers just yet, and that was cause enough for joy.
They would succeed. They would.
He gave a last glance to his room; Anicetus was not in his usual spot on the rug, having been chased to Gavriil's room so that the older boy would take care of him. Sometimes, he wondered if his adoptive family would know what he was someday- he kept disappearing without a thought, and they were increasingly angry and worried at him. Guilt chewed at him, but Apollo's life and death were of far more importance, and so he left for Hawaii, the vestiges of his room disappearing to make way for the cheery colours of Apollo's beach home.