[Closed/Complete]
Characters: Zeus & Apollo
Date/Time: Pretty Recently? [The timing is a little messed up due to my hiatus. Sorry kids DX ]
Location: Apollo's Apartment
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing and Mild Fisticuffs
Summary: Someone is a little unhappy that daddy shot his girl!toy... Kind words do not follow.
Zeus was already three drinks in [thanks to Hera] when he knocked on the door to his son’s shared apartment. After Apollo had opened the door he stepped inside and went straight for the most comfortable seat in the house; he was only on his feet most of the last two weeks so sitting down felt divine. There was a newspaper folded over the arm of the seat, he picked it up scanned the front page and dropped it on the floor away from the arm
“You wanted to speak with me? Come over here and sit, we can talk.” Zeus sat further back into the chair and crossed one leg over the other in the manly way.
If anyone other than Zeus had just gone through that same set of presumptions motions, Apollo might have been inclined to be visibly irritated. Thirty seconds there and he had already taken up like it was his house, given orders, and furthermore, had dropped the newspaper on the ground. But this was Zeus: King of the Gods, father, and frankly, someone not to provoke lightly. [Besides, Apollo would at least admit to himself he might he slightly more agitated than normal from you know, falling down an elevator shaft.] So, he just smiled and tried to not stare too blatantly at the newspaper on the ground.
“I didn’t say I particularly had anything to talk about.” Apollo said shrugging and not moving from his position by the door. A small defiance. “Although, now that you mention it…I do.” He paused, unsure on how to break into what he wanted to say. It was presumably not going to go well at all, and those things were always difficult. He settled for the banal in the meantime. “But tell me about your vacation first. You and Ganymede are going…?”
“What else would you want besides to talk,” he asked distractedly. Zeus was taking in the apartment and until Apollo inquired about his vacation his attention was not on his son. He only allowed himself to smile a bit, even though he was anxious and excited for the trip.
“We’re going up north for a week of camping-I’ve got to get out of here for a while, what with the past couple of weeks, and now Hera. Yeah… I’m taking Ganymede with me. It should be a good time.” With his attention on Apollo now he cocked a brow and inclined his head toward the seat closest to him. “You are welcome to come up for a few days-bring someone if you wish.” Zeus rested his chin in one of his hands. “I’ll be fishing, roasting weenies, sleeping under the stars, and breathing clean air.” God, it sounded heavenly.
“Well, all things considered, I might just want to see my father.” Apollo suggested. Suggestions were not lies after all. He still didn’t move even when Zeus blatantly bade him to sit down. Generally when one were planning on questioning his judgment, it was wise for them to stay out of his range.
Zeus’ description of camping washed over Apollo as he weighed over his options over how to breach what he really wanted to say. His normal approach of absolute bluntness was not always the most effective with his father, and he considered for the briefest moment to maybe go about it at a different time, but when Zeus suggested again he should come and that he may bring someone along, the opportunity to confront him was too much to pass up.
“I could bring someone?” He repeated, smiling again. There was nothing nice about that smile though. “Someone like…Cassandra, maybe? She should consider herself rather fortunate that she came back, you know, considering she didn’t really die because of Cronus.” He shrugged, as nonchalantly as possible before finally bringing his full attention to Zeus. “Somehow though, I get the feeling that you would know something about that…”
Zeus nodded as Apollo asked for conformation about his invitation, but when he said Cassandra the nod was cut off. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, waiting for Apollo to get on with what he wanted to say. There was a glimmer of hope that his son was joking, knowing very well his feelings for the seer, but then it moved to Cronus and her death, which in all honesty he had been expecting more.
“What are you pussyfooting around for, say what you mean.” Although Zeus knew very well what Apollo meant, he wanted to hear him say it, but he was also preparing himself mentally for the argument that was to come. This wouldn’t be the first time he had butted heads with a particular lyre playing, poetry reciting, blonde boy.
“Pussyfooting.” Apollo repeated in almost deranged amusement. Even in a moment of conflict, there was still time to appreciate crude humor, and the fact that it was self-preservation that prevented him from just unleashing at the other man. Zeus wasn’t the type to put up with that crap. He has asked for it though. Apollo shrugged, looking down at the floor and giving himself a moment to say what he wanted to as neutrally as possible. “Fine, straight up then...you had no right.”
It wasn’t the first time they had disagreed nor would it be the last, but every time was a wincing moment of waiting for the other hand to show. It was hard to stand-up to your parent. It was hard to stand up to your lord. When your parent was your lord, well, you were just kind of fucked, but sometimes you just had to go for it anyways. “What were you thinking?”
He waited for it. And there it was. Zeus couldn’t understand why his son would be so hung up on this particular girl. As his eyes scanned Apollo, he narrowed his own slightly. “Look at me when you speak!” He ordered loudly, wrinkling his forehead and shifting in his seat. Before addressing the question he stared hard at his son for a long moment. Then as if he hadn’t just bellowed at the boy he spoke calmly to explain his actions.
“That girl was spreading panic-telling people to run,” his face scrunched at the idiotic thought. “Run where?” He laughed smugly. “I told her to stop,--I warned her. She did not,” with a shrug he was finished explaining. Zeus didn’t add that he was under extreme stress and perhaps taking it out on Cassandra, but he did not have to justify his actions. Besides, the girl actually thought anything she said would help, would somehow thwart Cronus’ plot. The thought made him laugh, Hell, he couldn’t do that now, and he was Zeus.
“So you were scared of a little girl?” Apollo said, looking to him. It was too much in his nature to antagonize, to get to the gritty truth of things, for him to withhold comments like that for long. Before Zeus could immediately say something in reaction though, he tried to justify it rationally. “Look. She’s crazy. Everyone knows she’s crazy and no one is suppose to believe her. So you shouldn’t have worried about it, and you shouldn’t have gotten involved.”
There was so much he wanted to say on the matter, and so much more Zeus didn’t need to know about it. In fact, the less he could get away with telling his father was probably the best for everyone involved. Admitting things to others meant you had to admit them to yourself after all. Apollo looked to the floor again. He couldn’t lie but that didn’t mean he had to surrender the truth. A sidestep most people overlooked. “Just leave her alone now, and we won’t have a problem.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but then again he could because it was Apollo, who had been difficult on more than one occasion. He stood up straight and faced Apollo. “OH YEAH! I’M JUST A BIG FUCKIING COWARD!” He bellowed sarcastically, spitting a little bit into his beard and else where. The truth was, Zeus had killed mortals for far less on Olympus and he still couldn’t stand when the talked back to him, but the truth was, he was nothing-there were no sacrifices, no Olympus, no nothing. Even worse, what Apollo said was right, she was crazy, and no one believed her. She was a crazy, dumb, annoying, bitch and that was also why he wanted to kill her, but he wouldn’t say it-he felt the same way about many o’ women.
Zeus stepped toward Apollo, moving in a manner that dared him to move. When he was face to face with the boy he glared down at his boy, the scruffy beard and hair causing him to look like a madman. “I’m not interested in your girlfriend.” He finally said through a clenched jaw. “You, don’t need to tell me shit, Apollo.”
At this point, all survival instincts pointed towards a strong ‘yes sir’ and a quick exit from any further conversation. Zeus was intimidating. Zeus was quite a bit bigger than him, and Zeus was getting pissed. The problem though, is that those with fiery tempers just needed one word, one trigger and all rationale, all means of survival were thrown out the window for instant rage gratification, and there that word came: girlfriend.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Apollo said. Any traces of a sunny disposition were replaced by pure anger. His fists were clenched so hard they were turning white. He shook his head, and looked up at Zeus, probably looking a little like a madman himself. “…and if she was…who the fuck are you to get involved?! And what right do you have to be mad at me? You would act the same way if this happened to you!”
“Who the fuck are you to question me boy?” Zeus shot back. Apollo was his son through and through, and that was displayed nowhere better than in his actions and words. His eyes lingered on Apollo’s clenched fists, a slight grin forming at the sight.
“Do you want to hit me?” He asked smoothly taking a step back while lifting his arms up. “Go ahead, boy. I’ll even let you have a free shot.” This last action was for his own satisfaction, though anger played a role as well.
“She’s back, so as far as I can tell you are looking for a fight. Go ahead and do it.” His eyes were wide and crazy. “HIT ME” He would not admit that he was curious to see the course of action Apollo would take, but he certainly was.
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation, only a quick fist to the side of Zeus’ face, and an unsuppressed cry of frustration. The realization came a moment later. Not that the blow could be considered damning to reputation, but the fact he had just struck Zeus,his father, in the face. It was too late to recoil or apologize, so Apollo just stood and waited for the return blow, trying not to look too startled at his own actions. At times like these, foresight would have been real nice. He downright hated not knowing.
He was surprised, but at the same time he was not, because this was Apollo, and he had literally asked for it. When the smaller man's fist connected with his face, the pain was instant, hard and throbbing. Zeus winced, but wouldn't allow his hand to linger over the injured area; instead he wiped his mouth and stared at his son with eyes wide and full of fury. His chest was moving up and down rapidly, and unlike Apollo, he did hesitate, and similar to the other man his fists were now balled. It would be too easy to tear him apart, just based on their differences physically. After a few long tense seconds his expression calmed somewhat and his hands relaxed.
In a show of disappointment he shook his head and peered at Apollo as if he was a failed experiment or something similar. "You done?" He asked raising his eyebrows mockingly.
Apollo nodded just once, eyes locked on the ground. Zeus had told him to hit him, and now he was….disappointed? The return of rationalism was exactly what he didn’t need at that moment. Had it been a test? He didn’t know. Taking a step away from Zeus, he shook his head
“What do you want me to do?” He asked, unsure now of practically anything. Damn Cronus again for taking his foresight. It was hard to gauge situations when you didn’t know what was going to happen…and because of that he had just fucked up bad. Hadn’t he? How the fuck where you suppose to know anyways?
Zeus resisted a laugh when Apollo asked him what he wanted. He was not one to avoid conflict, but he would have wanted his son to let this go when he saw Cassandra alive, even though he himself would have reacted similarly to the man before him were he in his shoes. It didn’t matter; he wasn’t going to admit any of that.
“I want you to stay out of my sight,” there was a hint of bitterness, a smidge of anger, and a whole lot of disappointment in his tone. He nodded once and raised both eyebrows as if to ask “Do I make myself clear?? After that he moved to the door, yanked it open and stepped back out into the hallway.
The blow to his pride was probably more damaging then any physical blow could have been. Count on Zeus to really know how to hurt someone. Apollo shrugged it off, even though Zeus had already moved past the point where he could see him.
“Fine.” He stated with a resolve he certainly didn’t feel. He’d been exiled before. Sent to play day laborer with the mortals for something else Zeus had overreacted about, but …that time he hadn’t struck him. He told himself not to think about it. Zeus would get over it, but his mind just couldn’t get past it.
“Shit.” He muttered, just to himself, as Zeus closed the door on the apartment, leaving him there alone. Suddenly life at the complex wasn’t looking so bright.
Date/Time: Pretty Recently? [The timing is a little messed up due to my hiatus. Sorry kids DX ]
Location: Apollo's Apartment
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Swearing and Mild Fisticuffs
Summary: Someone is a little unhappy that daddy shot his girl!toy... Kind words do not follow.
Zeus was already three drinks in [thanks to Hera] when he knocked on the door to his son’s shared apartment. After Apollo had opened the door he stepped inside and went straight for the most comfortable seat in the house; he was only on his feet most of the last two weeks so sitting down felt divine. There was a newspaper folded over the arm of the seat, he picked it up scanned the front page and dropped it on the floor away from the arm
“You wanted to speak with me? Come over here and sit, we can talk.” Zeus sat further back into the chair and crossed one leg over the other in the manly way.
If anyone other than Zeus had just gone through that same set of presumptions motions, Apollo might have been inclined to be visibly irritated. Thirty seconds there and he had already taken up like it was his house, given orders, and furthermore, had dropped the newspaper on the ground. But this was Zeus: King of the Gods, father, and frankly, someone not to provoke lightly. [Besides, Apollo would at least admit to himself he might he slightly more agitated than normal from you know, falling down an elevator shaft.] So, he just smiled and tried to not stare too blatantly at the newspaper on the ground.
“I didn’t say I particularly had anything to talk about.” Apollo said shrugging and not moving from his position by the door. A small defiance. “Although, now that you mention it…I do.” He paused, unsure on how to break into what he wanted to say. It was presumably not going to go well at all, and those things were always difficult. He settled for the banal in the meantime. “But tell me about your vacation first. You and Ganymede are going…?”
“What else would you want besides to talk,” he asked distractedly. Zeus was taking in the apartment and until Apollo inquired about his vacation his attention was not on his son. He only allowed himself to smile a bit, even though he was anxious and excited for the trip.
“We’re going up north for a week of camping-I’ve got to get out of here for a while, what with the past couple of weeks, and now Hera. Yeah… I’m taking Ganymede with me. It should be a good time.” With his attention on Apollo now he cocked a brow and inclined his head toward the seat closest to him. “You are welcome to come up for a few days-bring someone if you wish.” Zeus rested his chin in one of his hands. “I’ll be fishing, roasting weenies, sleeping under the stars, and breathing clean air.” God, it sounded heavenly.
“Well, all things considered, I might just want to see my father.” Apollo suggested. Suggestions were not lies after all. He still didn’t move even when Zeus blatantly bade him to sit down. Generally when one were planning on questioning his judgment, it was wise for them to stay out of his range.
Zeus’ description of camping washed over Apollo as he weighed over his options over how to breach what he really wanted to say. His normal approach of absolute bluntness was not always the most effective with his father, and he considered for the briefest moment to maybe go about it at a different time, but when Zeus suggested again he should come and that he may bring someone along, the opportunity to confront him was too much to pass up.
“I could bring someone?” He repeated, smiling again. There was nothing nice about that smile though. “Someone like…Cassandra, maybe? She should consider herself rather fortunate that she came back, you know, considering she didn’t really die because of Cronus.” He shrugged, as nonchalantly as possible before finally bringing his full attention to Zeus. “Somehow though, I get the feeling that you would know something about that…”
Zeus nodded as Apollo asked for conformation about his invitation, but when he said Cassandra the nod was cut off. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, waiting for Apollo to get on with what he wanted to say. There was a glimmer of hope that his son was joking, knowing very well his feelings for the seer, but then it moved to Cronus and her death, which in all honesty he had been expecting more.
“What are you pussyfooting around for, say what you mean.” Although Zeus knew very well what Apollo meant, he wanted to hear him say it, but he was also preparing himself mentally for the argument that was to come. This wouldn’t be the first time he had butted heads with a particular lyre playing, poetry reciting, blonde boy.
“Pussyfooting.” Apollo repeated in almost deranged amusement. Even in a moment of conflict, there was still time to appreciate crude humor, and the fact that it was self-preservation that prevented him from just unleashing at the other man. Zeus wasn’t the type to put up with that crap. He has asked for it though. Apollo shrugged, looking down at the floor and giving himself a moment to say what he wanted to as neutrally as possible. “Fine, straight up then...you had no right.”
It wasn’t the first time they had disagreed nor would it be the last, but every time was a wincing moment of waiting for the other hand to show. It was hard to stand-up to your parent. It was hard to stand up to your lord. When your parent was your lord, well, you were just kind of fucked, but sometimes you just had to go for it anyways. “What were you thinking?”
He waited for it. And there it was. Zeus couldn’t understand why his son would be so hung up on this particular girl. As his eyes scanned Apollo, he narrowed his own slightly. “Look at me when you speak!” He ordered loudly, wrinkling his forehead and shifting in his seat. Before addressing the question he stared hard at his son for a long moment. Then as if he hadn’t just bellowed at the boy he spoke calmly to explain his actions.
“That girl was spreading panic-telling people to run,” his face scrunched at the idiotic thought. “Run where?” He laughed smugly. “I told her to stop,--I warned her. She did not,” with a shrug he was finished explaining. Zeus didn’t add that he was under extreme stress and perhaps taking it out on Cassandra, but he did not have to justify his actions. Besides, the girl actually thought anything she said would help, would somehow thwart Cronus’ plot. The thought made him laugh, Hell, he couldn’t do that now, and he was Zeus.
“So you were scared of a little girl?” Apollo said, looking to him. It was too much in his nature to antagonize, to get to the gritty truth of things, for him to withhold comments like that for long. Before Zeus could immediately say something in reaction though, he tried to justify it rationally. “Look. She’s crazy. Everyone knows she’s crazy and no one is suppose to believe her. So you shouldn’t have worried about it, and you shouldn’t have gotten involved.”
There was so much he wanted to say on the matter, and so much more Zeus didn’t need to know about it. In fact, the less he could get away with telling his father was probably the best for everyone involved. Admitting things to others meant you had to admit them to yourself after all. Apollo looked to the floor again. He couldn’t lie but that didn’t mean he had to surrender the truth. A sidestep most people overlooked. “Just leave her alone now, and we won’t have a problem.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but then again he could because it was Apollo, who had been difficult on more than one occasion. He stood up straight and faced Apollo. “OH YEAH! I’M JUST A BIG FUCKIING COWARD!” He bellowed sarcastically, spitting a little bit into his beard and else where. The truth was, Zeus had killed mortals for far less on Olympus and he still couldn’t stand when the talked back to him, but the truth was, he was nothing-there were no sacrifices, no Olympus, no nothing. Even worse, what Apollo said was right, she was crazy, and no one believed her. She was a crazy, dumb, annoying, bitch and that was also why he wanted to kill her, but he wouldn’t say it-he felt the same way about many o’ women.
Zeus stepped toward Apollo, moving in a manner that dared him to move. When he was face to face with the boy he glared down at his boy, the scruffy beard and hair causing him to look like a madman. “I’m not interested in your girlfriend.” He finally said through a clenched jaw. “You, don’t need to tell me shit, Apollo.”
At this point, all survival instincts pointed towards a strong ‘yes sir’ and a quick exit from any further conversation. Zeus was intimidating. Zeus was quite a bit bigger than him, and Zeus was getting pissed. The problem though, is that those with fiery tempers just needed one word, one trigger and all rationale, all means of survival were thrown out the window for instant rage gratification, and there that word came: girlfriend.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” Apollo said. Any traces of a sunny disposition were replaced by pure anger. His fists were clenched so hard they were turning white. He shook his head, and looked up at Zeus, probably looking a little like a madman himself. “…and if she was…who the fuck are you to get involved?! And what right do you have to be mad at me? You would act the same way if this happened to you!”
“Who the fuck are you to question me boy?” Zeus shot back. Apollo was his son through and through, and that was displayed nowhere better than in his actions and words. His eyes lingered on Apollo’s clenched fists, a slight grin forming at the sight.
“Do you want to hit me?” He asked smoothly taking a step back while lifting his arms up. “Go ahead, boy. I’ll even let you have a free shot.” This last action was for his own satisfaction, though anger played a role as well.
“She’s back, so as far as I can tell you are looking for a fight. Go ahead and do it.” His eyes were wide and crazy. “HIT ME” He would not admit that he was curious to see the course of action Apollo would take, but he certainly was.
There wasn’t a moment of hesitation, only a quick fist to the side of Zeus’ face, and an unsuppressed cry of frustration. The realization came a moment later. Not that the blow could be considered damning to reputation, but the fact he had just struck Zeus,his father, in the face. It was too late to recoil or apologize, so Apollo just stood and waited for the return blow, trying not to look too startled at his own actions. At times like these, foresight would have been real nice. He downright hated not knowing.
He was surprised, but at the same time he was not, because this was Apollo, and he had literally asked for it. When the smaller man's fist connected with his face, the pain was instant, hard and throbbing. Zeus winced, but wouldn't allow his hand to linger over the injured area; instead he wiped his mouth and stared at his son with eyes wide and full of fury. His chest was moving up and down rapidly, and unlike Apollo, he did hesitate, and similar to the other man his fists were now balled. It would be too easy to tear him apart, just based on their differences physically. After a few long tense seconds his expression calmed somewhat and his hands relaxed.
In a show of disappointment he shook his head and peered at Apollo as if he was a failed experiment or something similar. "You done?" He asked raising his eyebrows mockingly.
Apollo nodded just once, eyes locked on the ground. Zeus had told him to hit him, and now he was….disappointed? The return of rationalism was exactly what he didn’t need at that moment. Had it been a test? He didn’t know. Taking a step away from Zeus, he shook his head
“What do you want me to do?” He asked, unsure now of practically anything. Damn Cronus again for taking his foresight. It was hard to gauge situations when you didn’t know what was going to happen…and because of that he had just fucked up bad. Hadn’t he? How the fuck where you suppose to know anyways?
Zeus resisted a laugh when Apollo asked him what he wanted. He was not one to avoid conflict, but he would have wanted his son to let this go when he saw Cassandra alive, even though he himself would have reacted similarly to the man before him were he in his shoes. It didn’t matter; he wasn’t going to admit any of that.
“I want you to stay out of my sight,” there was a hint of bitterness, a smidge of anger, and a whole lot of disappointment in his tone. He nodded once and raised both eyebrows as if to ask “Do I make myself clear?? After that he moved to the door, yanked it open and stepped back out into the hallway.
The blow to his pride was probably more damaging then any physical blow could have been. Count on Zeus to really know how to hurt someone. Apollo shrugged it off, even though Zeus had already moved past the point where he could see him.
“Fine.” He stated with a resolve he certainly didn’t feel. He’d been exiled before. Sent to play day laborer with the mortals for something else Zeus had overreacted about, but …that time he hadn’t struck him. He told himself not to think about it. Zeus would get over it, but his mind just couldn’t get past it.
“Shit.” He muttered, just to himself, as Zeus closed the door on the apartment, leaving him there alone. Suddenly life at the complex wasn’t looking so bright.