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Apollo saw Endymion heading outside and knew that it wasn't going to pretty. Part of him wanted to keep Endymion from killing Adel, but from the way Dion was storming upstairs, he had a bigger job. He knew of Dymion's anger and knew it would be righteous yet also fair.

Apollo bounds up the stairs, seeing upon first glance a suitcase in the middle of the hallway. Dion was in his room, throwing his things into the suitcase so haphazardly that a few missed and hit the walls, "Dion.... Dion, calm down..."
The god of wine looked up at Apollo, his eyes showing deep wounds. At least he hadn't started drinking yet. His voice was hoarse, "I'm getting out of here.... For some reason, Adel seems to love reminding me that he can't stand me.... I thought things had changed.... last night was a disaster, Apollo, but at least he came peacefully from his god-form.... I'm not going to let him stab me in th back again... This was all a mistake..." Dion threw more articles of clothes into the suitcase, his voice flat, wavering with concealed emotion.
Apollo imediately threw his arms around Dionysus. There was something very very wrong when Dionysus didn't even try to drink to deal with the pain. He says in a soft voice, "Shhhh.... Calm down and sit wtih me for a few minutes... You can pack later.... I'm not going to try and stop you if you really want to go. I think i would have left much earlier... I don't know what's going on with Adel right now or whether or not it's some kind of phase, but he doesn't hate you...."

Dion shied from Apollo's touch, his face burning as tears began to flow down his face for the first time in years. He sighed, letting out a cleansing breath as he tried to gather his composure. There was no sobbing, just a smooth flow of tears.
And suddenly he felt it. A horrible sense of self-hatred and sorrow and alonging, all as one. It washed over him quickly, filling him up before slipping away once more. He could hear Adel sobbing, allthough he was nowhere near the young god. Taking a risk, he prayed softly, My sweet god... I know we are both so strong... I never wanted my love to hurt you.... But I know I have.... Please forgive me.... I never gave you a chance to live... I was so caught up in my desire for you that I forgot.... You haven;t had to wait eternities... So what gives me the right to claim you... I'll leave you alone if that is what you truly want... Just stop this, please.... My heart can't take it anymore...

((understandable... yet sad all the same))

Hearing those words, Dion leapt to his feet, staring around the room in a slight panic before sprinting dow the stairs. He saw Endymion there and gazed at him for a few moments, "Something's wrong.... Thank you for looking out for me, but I have to fix this..."
He rushes out the door, able to actually hear the sobs now. He curses to himself under his breath as he walked towards the treehouse, leaning on the tree, "Adel," his voice sounded defeated, "Adel, let me come up..."

Seeing the hetch open from below, Dion begins to slowly clib, not saying a word. He fought the urge to climb up as fast as he could, not wanting to startle Adel, especially when his mental state was so fragile. Finally reaching the tree house, he climbs inside to see the angelic child he had been courting this whole time. He knew Adel was in his god-form, but the worst response would be to startle him out of it. He knew the results could be violent and that he had to handle the situation with care, "Adel...."

He sits down a few feet away from Adel, mustering up a small smile for the boy's sake, "Adel, these tears certainly aren't for me, are they?.... Shhhhh.... Come here..." He opens his arms for Adel, "I don't bite.... But whether or not you think you 'deserve' my love, I'm giving it freely... Spill your heart, Adel... Don't bottle this all in..."

Dion wraps Adel tightly up into his arms, holding the small, sobbing body close and kissing the boy-god's forehead gently. The words struck him, as if ripping open his heart just to heal it again, renewing the blood in his body to pump through him anew, filling a jaded god with life. Dionysus could feel Adel's immense power washing over him as the boy became a true god right before his eyes. He prays, And I love you, my god... He strokes down Adel's cheek, feeling sweet warmth radiating from the skin, lihting up the patterns intricately woven over the soft skin.

((I like it, I didn't know it would be this way, but it's interesting))

Dion took in a deep breath though his nose, savoring the taste of Adel's lips, their smooth warmth infusing life and love into him with such a simple touch. He wraps his arms around the young body in his lap and presses back into the kiss, gently worshipping those lips, his whole body trembling from the experience.

Apollo wraps his arms around Endymion, kissing his temple lightly and nuzzling his cheek, "Gods... It's about time...... Mmmmm...." He closed his eyes, welcoming the glow that seemed to be radiating from the backyard.

Dion smiled, stroking back Adel's hair, "Hmmmm, I have a feeling you'll get your other body back when you feel ready for it.... I've waited four years, I don't care how much longer I have to wait..." He laughed at Adel's talkative stomach, kising Adel once more, "So cute when you blush.... Come on, I'm hungry too... Oh..." He blinked. Now that Adel's body was significantly smaller, the tiny shorts didn't realy fit. Dion takes off his jacket and lays it over Adel's lap, "Here, wrap up in this until we get you some clothes..." He carried Adel back down from the treehouse, cleaning away Adel's tears and teartracks with smooth hands.

Apollo smiled, kissing Dymion's forehead and cheek, "Hm, that is interesting.... I hadn't really thought on it up to this point... I guess we'll figure it out soon enough." He grinned, seeing the two come inside, "You two had better be thankful that heat is one of my gifts, or you would both have cold omelettes..." He pointed to the plates on the table.