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Apollo's eyes turn to the window, "I don't deny that gods don't have emotions as humans do, but humans.... humans endure a certain amount of these feelings. They live a generation of stimulus, hardship, and love... amd then, we set them free to Ellysium.... But Hermes, we've spent thousands of years enduring constantly what tires a human to death in a meer 50-80 years.... Hermes, I'm just saying that I'm tired... That's all..." He lays back in the bed, his arms casually drifting aside to the bedtable. His hand, though doing such blindly, delicately picks up the mug of cocoa before pelting it headlong across the room to slam into the opposite wall, shattering into pieces. He whispers calmly, "I'm so damn tired... I'm tired of living centuries of the hardships without the bright glimpses of the precious moments... I'm just tired, Hermes, that's all..."

With a shakey sigh, his body presses nearer to that of Hermes, his arm chilly and bare draping over Hermes, pulling him closer, weakly. His voice didn't give away any sense of weakness or pain, "None of us are holding up very well... Of us all, I thought Diana would be able to take it all well.... But I doubt Jupiter even knows where she is now.... Hermes, I've missed you so much... I knew that not many of the gods would be very angry with me... not after all this time has passed but.... I just didn't think things could ever be the same..."

((sorry about not being around... we all took an impromptu trip to Queens.... mmmhmmm.... yea, I've never felt so dirty in my life))
Laying his head in the nook between Hermes' neck and shoulder, he sighed, starting to relax, but still shivering and cold. He whispers, "Its hard for everyone to adjust... We expect ourselves to be stubborn because we are immortal... we try not to think of ourselves as changing beings... I guess most of them expected that I'm still angry.... because of the things I said.... But its been so long... I feel sick to my stomach when I think of my words.... especially those words that I said to you, Hermes...." He snuggles closer to his warmer friend, tears on his cheeks but no trace of sobbing or weeping in his voice, "You'd think I'd learn to appreciate my best friend more... you're only the god that made me my first lyre..... and especially considering you are the only one I've seen since..." He wraps his arms tightly around Hermes' torso, hiding his face in the crook of the other's neck.

Apollo pulled himself up after a while, feeling wiped out and cold. He slips from Hermes' arms, sitting up in bed and sighing. He could feel the tug, the warmth, the sun was waiting for him this morning. For the first time in years, he had forgotten and the sun had to remind him. He whispers softly, "Sorry..." He glances to Hermes and smiles weakly, "I still have a job I guess..." He leans dwon, laying a small kiss on Hermes' forehead, "I should go tell him anyways..." He stands from the bed, clad in only a pair of slightly loose jeans he had found the night before.

He saunters slowly from the room, rubbing his stinging eyes and knowing his eyes were probably still red from tears. it didn't matter though, nothing really seemd too important at the moment. As he slid into the doorway of Endymion'd room, he was suddenly overwhelmed, hearing and feeling the prayer. It was inexplicable just how good it felt to feel a prayer again. He takes in a long breath, knowing Endymion hadn't noticed him there yet. He whispers, "I hope you slept well... I know I messed things up last night.... I apologize..." He takesa few steps in, his eyes turning towards the window, feeling the sun pulling him. He whispers now, changing the subject subtly, "Its strange... I've lived for so long, and every day since I was a boy, I've done the same ting every morning.... And yet, I never cease to be humbled by it.... To guide the sun.... I realize just how small I am." He stops, now just a few feet from Endymion's bed. His eyes turn back to Endymion, a small calm smile at his lips and an almost sad look in his eyes. He holds out his hand to him, simply whispering, "Wanna try?"

Apollo smiles, eyes dancing with a small bit of amusement, as he adds softly, "Not alone, of course...." He grasps Endymion's hand, helping him to his feet with a soft knowing smile. He leads him towards the window, turning to glance at it before looking back to Endymion. His hand was starting to warm and gently pulsate, but at a rate different from a regular pulse. It was calm, but had a different rhythm. They arrive at the window, only a few feet away, when he stops and whispers, "Stand here.... You could guide from farther away, but then you'd miss the connection..." He steps behind Endymion, close enough for his bare chest to barely brush Dymion's back. His left handmolds around the outside of Dymion's left hand and as their hands rested togeher, the warmth began to seep further into Endymion, not only from Apollo, but from some outside source. Apollo's right hand places itself and Endymion's right shoulder, comfortably holding himself near. He sighs for a moment, feeling the pulling of the sun with greater urge. The pure light had begun to tease at the horizon, impatient with longing and an urging that both of them could now feel, but that couldn't be explained by either.
Apollo, who usually felt nervous around Endymion, now felt oddly relaxed and at peace. He whispers in Endymion's ear, "When the earth was new, the sun needed constant guidance. There were heat waves and ice ages when she was left alone. Now she knows her path to take... But like any other living being, she yearns for a connection... to relate... for intimacy... The sun could easily travel her path across the sky, but.... well, no one wants to be as alone and isolated as she is..." His left hand lifts Endymion's, raising towards the horizon, "Don't be shocked... she's quite urgent and her connection will be strong..." A wave a heat washed over them both, tingling in the fingers of their left hands and rushing up their arms and into their bodies, centering in the middleof their chests. Apollo whispers again softly in his ear, "Just relax... its not even a duty or job... its just an experience from this moment on... As long as you just give yourself up to her, she'll be gentle...."