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((noooo, tell me, I really hate it when I don't do something and people get mad and say nevermind, I want to know how I've disappointed you because it's probably just because I'm stupid or I forgot *sigh*))
Apollo turns and stares at Dymion confused for a second and whispers, "No, I didn't mean..." He walks to the bench, siting down beside Endymion, feeling the urge to wrap an arm around him, but he thought better of it and didn't, he already felt awkward. He is silent for a moment then finally says, "I didn't mean to wait outside in the hallway, its cold, they don't keep the heat on out here... I meant... I meant I could do this some other time.... I don't... I don't want to make you uncomfortable... Which.... is likely to happen.... At least come inside, maybe he and I will talk in a different room, or if you really want to hear it then... It's just... Gods... Gods were respected so much more than for what they really are.... Perfection exists, but it isn't the same for any two people.... And perfection wavers... Because, Dymion, if there were really such a thing as tangible reliable perfection, you'd be jaded and there'd be no reason for hope... Endymion.... It's just... well... You'll see, I guess.... I just don't want to... to disappoint you..."

Apollo sighs, seeing that he won't be able to convince Endymion, but in a way, kind of respecting the stubbornness. He digs the hotel key out of his pocket and hands it to Dymion, "Here... If it lasts to long, go to the room, or you can even go now if you want... I hope this won't take too long..." He stands up, brushing the extra snow from his light jacket and stepping slowly to the door a little ways down. He takes in a deep breath and knocks.
((ok, jeez, sorry))

Apollo smiles semi-awkwardly and slowly steps inside, "I'm sorry to come so late.... I just... felt like we needed to talk about things." ((Dymion is staying out in the hallway, unles he posts differently...)) He walks in, looking around and actually quite likingthe candles an lanterns, it was like the way things used to be, and being around Hermes brought those memories back swiftly. He is silent for a few long moments, just watching Hermes, nervously running a hand through his longer black hair. He lets out a small sigh before saying in a soft tone, "About the alley.... Hermes... I'm sorry, You didn't deserve that, not at all.... The past has been haunting me lately and there's no one to blame but me.... Please forgive me..." He sits down on the couch (I'm just assuming there is one, smack me if there's not, hehe) trying to relax somewhat, but he still sat up straight like he normally did, eying Hermes with his usual expression he used to hied most of his emotions. But sorrowalways shined through his violet eyes anyways.

Apollo turns his gaze to Hermes, genuinely surprised, "Don't say that.... none of us know when we'll... just don't say that..." He looks down to his lap at his own hands, staring there and feeling something weeling up in the pit of his stomach, "Hermes..... it wouldn't be you now..... not yet..." He gazes down at the candles and sighs softly before looking back up to Hermes, "You... you haven't even tried, have you.... Hermes... Listen, you and I will make a special trip back and I'll try to climb back up, what's the worst he can do to me?... But Hermes... You always needed that.. can Jupiter really deny it of you?" He gets edgy, suddenly not feeling well as he pushes to the edge of the seat. The prospect of any of the gods fading out now made him feel sick... especially Hermes.

Apollo suddenly stands up, staring out at nothing. Something felt like it had hit, like he had been smacked hard. He glances around, feeling a very strong migrane coming on and knowing something was wrong. It wasn't a prayer. No there weren't words.... But... He knew this from anywhere. It was a plea.
He turns to look at Hermes, then back to the ground. He says softly, "Hermes... we were never destined a certain time to leave existance, but I'm not going to wait around for it, and you shouldn't either...." His voice softens as he sits back down, facing Hermes, "You remember, a long time ago, back when there were prayers.... each of them-- rejuvenated us.... Yes, we may die as faith in us dies, but-" He stands up quickly, "Damnit, Hermes! I have faith in you, you don't have to fade away... You don't have to let it get the better of you..."
He paces first one way, then back, looking to Hermes again, "The mortal.... his name is Endymion.... he needs help..... Come with me?.... Gods, if only for old times' sake??.... Hermes, if only you remembered what it was like to feel a prayer..." He quickly walks to the door, putting on his coat again.

((i lied, too bored to wait, Xan, jump in when ou get here! sorry))
Apollo shudders visibly, eeling his teeth starting to chatter. he says quicklyto Hermes, "I'm sorry.. I have to go..." He walks tothe couch and stands infront of Hermes, leaning down to kiss the other god's forehead, "It's not your time unless you say it is..." He then turns, halfway sprinting out the door and down the stairs to the street.
He stops out in the cold air, panting slightly and looking around. Prayers had once felt good, but now. He shivers, but not from the outward cold as he begins to run towards the glowing neon sign down the street, towards Pandora's Box, not knowing what was happening to Dymion, but knowing where he was. Whatever it was, he didn't want to risk anything. He speeds up, running into the alley beside the club and quickly breaking the outward lock on the back door. He runs inside, looking around, whispering to himself, "Endymion... where are you?..." His soul feels around for the presence, but he can barely sense it and begins to run to the corridors where the rooms are held, feeling he's getting closer every second.

((lol, its ok, don't worry about it at all, I was just kind of antsy the other night...))
Apollo can feel the presence beside him and the edge of his pale lips twitch with a try at a smile, but can't quite make it, "Since I've waited for you to catch up.... thank, Hermes..." He looks to the other good and gives a small smile, not actually a happy smile, but at least it was honest. He pauses then says softly, "A screaming soul... can't you feel it, its so heavy.... Someone's going to hurt him!" He suddenly dashes forward, having seen only the sharp bright shine of ilight glaring off of a blade flashing in his mind's eye, "This way..." He turns a corner, then suddenly comes to a halt, staring at a door. He can't hear much from behind it, but knows this is the room. He grabs the doorknob, knowing it would be locked and shoves his shoulder into the door at the same time, ripping one hinge so it only hung there in surprise by the bottom hinge. He steps through, almost casually, his eyes a total metallic mask that reflected everything it saw in an almost ultraviolet glow. He sees the man on the bed, see's the legs of the human beneath him, "Am I interrupting?" His words were sharp, totally different than his usual self, his voice holding something that seemed tinged by a cruel sadism. He walks forward, boots clicking slightly until he gets to the foot of the bed. He reaches forward casually, grabbing the man above Endymion by the hair, catching him with his sickening tongue out. He notices it in and has immediately dug a pocket knife from his boot and shoves it in, piercing the man's tongue with a 3/4in slit where the knife's blade was jutting in to the handle, "Oh were you about to answer my question? Excuse me, I'm so rude..." He rips the blade back out again with a nearly evil smirk. But something separates it, it is totally driven by something pure. His eyes are still violet, no real evil is there. He turns his head slightly to the door, watching Hermes, still having the man by a death grip at the very roots of his greasy hair. He glances down at Endymion, unable to break the vengeful shell anough to appear worried right now, but he can at least bring himself to ask sternly, "Are you ok?"

Apollo turns his eyes back to Hermes, giving him a sarcastic smile that only lasted for a few seconds since the idiot he was holding by the hair was struggling so much. Apollo recognized teh pig as Dymion's manager even though he had never seen the man before with so much blood spilling from those tainted lips. He growls lightly to Hermes, "Yes, but not all of them are over 2,000 years old.... Endymion here has been around for centuries, long story... one that this scum will never hear the rest of..." He grabs the wrist of the hand that held the knife easily, holding the struggling man's arm still with a simple grip while he tried to talk over the sound of the man's screams to Hermes, "No doubt more filth will fill the room soon, would you mind untying our lovely captive from the bed there...?" He tightens his grip tremendously, skin starting to become more of a shining golden color as the man's wrist begins to scorch. The knife drops and Apollo easily reaches down to get it, shoving it quickly into the manager's bak, inbetween two vertebrae of the spine, quickly disabling the man's legs. He then kicks the screaming pig to the floor, watching him for a moment before taking off his shirt and tossing it to Hermes, "Here, let Endymion wear this to cover up a little bit more.... It'll probably catch on fire anyways..." The scar of the "X" over his heart was nearly glowing the bright red of the setting sun as he turns to face the door, waiting for more company to arrive. The carpet around his feet is even starting to scorch.