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As he finally felt Endymion stirring in his arms again, he straightened gazing at Endymion's face. He sighs softly, hands still shaking, "Oh thank gods.... Are you sure you're ok...? You look pale... You were fine and then... then you just started to fall... You were in a lot of pain... Too much pain.... Are you sure you're ok??" His rubs his hands up and down the youth's arms, generating a little bit more heat. Both of them were still connected to the sun and Apollo's skin was glowing with a slight golden hue. He smiles weakly, resisting the pulling of the sun, "You scared me to death... And to scare an immortal to death, it must be bad."

Apollo loved to see Endymion smiling, but this was differnt than most of the smiles he had given him before. He gulps slightly, holding the youth's gaze for a moment, almost entranced. He had never felt such a strange urge to just see one person happy, as if he would toil for the rest of eternity just to see that smile. He whispers, "Maybe I shouldn't have done that... But... I don't know... Seeing this look on your face proves it wasn't a total failure..."
he cuts himself off, his gaze suddenly turning up towards the window. They were still kneeled down, but even from her, he cold feel himself being pulled upwards by the sun's urgings. He groans and rolls his eyes, "She's so impatient..." One hand drifts up to the window as he sits back on his heels. His one remaining arm gently pulls Endymion closer. The warmth fell over them again, but only for a moment. Then it all drifted away, the sun was past the horizon and Apollo's job was done. He sighs, feelin a little tired before bringing his arm back down to wrap around Dymion. He held him close, as if they had been lovers for months. But just holding... And it actually didn't feel uncomfortable... His heart was pounding, but he felt very much in his place here.

When he heard Endymion speak, he glanced down to catch his eyes again, calmly half-smiling. But then there were lips against his own and he was taken off-guard. A warmth rushed over him that he could only liken to the rising of the sun that was now shining at their backs. His hand found its way to Dymion's cheek as if drawn there by strings. Cradelling the youth's cheek, Apollo pressed a little into the kiss. Diana was far from his mind and all he could summon was his own awareness of the feel of Dymion's lips at his own, the feel of his body in his arms, the feel of his heart pounding in his rib-cage.
Diana! Apollo suddenly broke the kiss, pulling back, breathing slightly heavier. He turns his eyes away for a moment, inwardly cursing himself for being so stupid. He turns his eyes to Endymion's, whispering hoarsely, "I'm sorry.... I-I can't...." he had mapped out the night before what he would say. Now all his lines had dashed from his head. He blurts suddenly, "I didn't have a chance to fall for you first.... I'm sorry..."

Emitting a small sigh, Apollo closes his eyes. He had been selfish, much too selfish, and now it wouldn't be as easy. He says in a slightly hoarse voice, "You belong to someone else..." He glances back up, violet eyes gleaming, "I can't be with you.... Long ago, the woman who you loved put you into a deep sleep for you to wake up from centuries later. Now you're awake and you can't remember.... But you still love her, still belong to her..." He swallows hard, feeling horrible. If he hadn't kissed Endymion, this would have been easier. If worst had come to worst, he could have pretended to have no feeling for the youth. Now it was too late for that. He runs his fingers through his hair, barely daring to look up at Dymion. Anyone would be hurt and angry in this situation and it would kill him to see Endymion as either. But it wasn't as if he didn't deserve it. He finally comments after a moment, "She's lucky... to have a lover like you..."

Each outburst of anger felt like a slap in his face and they all stung. He bites his lip, feeling the blood beginning to seep out. He had to let Endymion understand, he just had to. He whispers softly, "Diana...." And when Dymion didn't hear him, he stood, lightly touching Endymion's arm and spoke louder, now desperate to talk sense into him, "Diana! My sister!.... She claimed you centuries ago before you fell asleep... And no god or goddess can claim a human without their consent...." He sighs, looking down. He lets go of Endymion and brings his hands to his temple, rubbing at the ache, whispering, "And no one knows where she is... she's been missing for over a century now.... she probably doesn't even know you're awake... whereever she is..." He sits down on the bed, resting his elbows on his kneels and gazing at the ground, feeling his own tears coming. He whispers, "You just... you just have to remember...... she must have loved you so much... because she was against my having a human lover enough to.... enough to hate her own brother... I don't know what to do..... But Dymion.... I can't betray my sister..."

As Endymion spoke his last words, tears began to run down Apollo's face. He didn't know what to do. He loved Endymion.... but he loved and respected his sister no matter what she had done to him... But Endymion... He glances up to him and sighs softly, "I'm sorry..." He didn't know what else to say. He had never seen the youth so full of hatred....
He stiffly stands up, shivering a little bit. It felt so cold in the room, despite the sun shining newly through the window. He looks to Endymion, saying softly, "There is no way she could have known the world would be like this when you woke... And she wasn't the one to wake you... I doubt she would have put you to sleep unless you let her.... Endymion, you really can't remember her at all?"

Apollo sighs, noting that he was obviously not wanted. It hurt though... He sits down on the edge of the bed beside Dymion's covered form. He gazes down at the boy for a moment and finally whispers, "Even if it means nothing to you, Dymion.... I love you..." He stands and walks from the bedroom, feeling horrible... But he hadn't doen anything wrong... It didn't change the fact that his heart and head were now aching sharply, the scar of his heart turning deep purple in color, like a bad bruise... He sighs, needing fresh air. He walks from the hotel room and to the stairs, climbing them to the top of the building. he opens the door and walks outside. It was cold out and the snow was still there, though he didn't know if any of it was new. He gazes off the side of the building. A small person inside him told him to jump. He laughs. That wouldn't kill him even if he wanted it to... it would just hurt for a long time. He takes a few stesp back, just in case and felt his heel nudge something. He turns and stops suddenly. If he hadn't touched her, he probably would have never noticed her, she blended in so well. He gulps hard suddenly. Was this a bad dream?? "Diana?!"
He quickly scoops up his sleeping sister. She seemed... different... but either way, he wanted to get her inside. He gets back to the hotel room, still managing to not wake her up until he lowers her to the couch. He says softly, "Diana...? Diana.... It's me.... wake up..."