[open] morning glow starts to glimmer when you know
Characters: Apollo and anyone else!
Setting/Location: The lookout
Date & Time: Day 60, morning
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Apollo has breakfast
The past few days had not been going so well for Apollo. First, he had completely thrown caution to the wind with Cassandra and ended up having his pride shattered into thousands of tiny shards. Then, as if that hadn't been humiliating enough, he'd been filled with some sort of emotional magic that had made him share all his feelings with everyone on the network.
Apollo did not enjoy sharing his feelings, particularly not with a group of strangers.
Mostly, he'd tried to avoid coming into contact with anyone lately--particularly, a certain curly haired female who was prone to outbursts (and, apparently, leaving in the middle of the night).
But, too many days holed up had begun to grow depressing, so the former god had decided to enjoy his breakfast out on the lookout today. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and his pastry actually pretty delicious. One thing to enjoy, he thought, about the new situation. Food tasted exponentially better when it was required for survival, or when one felt hunger pangs.
With a soft sigh, he leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the table.
Setting/Location: The lookout
Date & Time: Day 60, morning
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Apollo has breakfast
The past few days had not been going so well for Apollo. First, he had completely thrown caution to the wind with Cassandra and ended up having his pride shattered into thousands of tiny shards. Then, as if that hadn't been humiliating enough, he'd been filled with some sort of emotional magic that had made him share all his feelings with everyone on the network.
Apollo did not enjoy sharing his feelings, particularly not with a group of strangers.
Mostly, he'd tried to avoid coming into contact with anyone lately--particularly, a certain curly haired female who was prone to outbursts (and, apparently, leaving in the middle of the night).
But, too many days holed up had begun to grow depressing, so the former god had decided to enjoy his breakfast out on the lookout today. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and his pastry actually pretty delicious. One thing to enjoy, he thought, about the new situation. Food tasted exponentially better when it was required for survival, or when one felt hunger pangs.
With a soft sigh, he leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto the table.