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Apollo blinks for a moment, then a slow smile spread over his lips. He walks back from the kitchenette, keeping his eyes on Endymion. It was a shame. The young man was very handsome to say the least... But his clothes, the way they hid only the bare minimum and still cothed him in nothing but black... and that skinny frame... Apollo stands beside his bed, watching him sleep. The youth was a product of the time period. Beauty was massacred to some twisted new image of the exotic.
Apollo sighs evenly, silent. The young man was all the image of this, but on his own. If only he weren't wearing those ridiculous clothes and.... He blinks, stepping back, his breath catchign in his chest. He turns, feeling his face reddening. Don't think about him like that! his mind was growling you said you'd take care of him, hypocrite! Don't let your stupid desires mess everything up again. He finally turns back to Dymion, grabbing and nearby blanket made of fleece and stuffed with downe feathers. He slid it over the young man's curled up frame, carefully minding the cat that was staring at him almost agitated.
He watches the sleeping man for a moment more before creeping silently to the couch and grabbing a nearby woven blanket. He whispers, "good night" before sliding into the grasp of the cushions and snuggling his face as deep as he could into the pillow. He reaches one hand over, pulling down the blinds for the window to shut out the moonlight. Why did this boy make him think of Diana so much?

Apollo heard the voice of Dymion as the young man woke up. He was standing infront of the window, his shirt long gone, his pants barely hanging at his slightly jutting narrow hips. His hair was mussed up, his face drowsy... but his hand was up against the window, touching the glass with only two soft fingertips. The sun hadn't fully risen yet, but his job was almost done. Just a few more moments and he could release the sun and let it travel its course. It had been this way since the very first time the sun rose and though he didn't drive a chariot any longer, he still manualy got up to lead the sun. It wasn't because he couldn't automatically do it. It was because it was the only responsibility left. He gives Endymion a soft smile, his eyes glowing with something unexplainable, "Thank you.... This morning... You have no idea how much simple words can start of a day.... its been nearly a century since I've felt any prayer.... Thank you..."
His smiles widened a little, slightly sleepy, but very much awake. He turns his gaze back to the horizon that was invisible among the skyscrapers and condos. A new day. He sighs a small bit, runnign his other hand through his hair to smooth it a little. He says finally, "Did you sleep well?... I hope you're ready to get out of here today because I certainly am..."

Apollo heard the young man's comment and smiled a small bit, his eyes caught, focused at the horizon. he finally says in barely over a whisper, "I know exactly what you mean..." The sun had cleared the horizon now and the light was shining in a large bright ray through the window. It was right at teh point before it would slide up into the haze to stay hidden for the rest of the day until sunset. Altast he could still see the setting and rising clearly.
He turns, surprised to see Endymion so close that he nearly stumbled. He glances to the cat, smiling a little awkwardly. Sooo... What do you say to the first mortal to ever know you are a god in the past century right after you've raised the sun.... There weren't any words coming to mind. He finally settles for a small knowing look before sweeping past to the closet. He pulls out a shirt and a pair of jeans and lays them on the bed. He looks back to his guest, "Umm... here, you can put some new clothes on and I'll get you a coat before we leave. I guess I'll leave you alone to change while I get you some food unless there is anything else you need..."

Apollo turns back to look towards teh youth and stops, his heart pounding suddenly very rapidly. He backs up towards teh door, swallowing hard. Did the young man know he was stil in the room? A slight shiver runs through him and something starts to burn in the pit of his stomach. He had to know that the god was still here, he was still addressing him. His eyes lingered on the youth's body for a moment before ripping themselves away. He only manages to squeak out, "Ok..." before he was taking long strides to the door. Ok he thought this is stupid... I'm a god, for Olympus' sake! He's just a human... or is he? He glances back, seeing the boy moving, the pale slender back currently facing him, but even just seing his back was enough to give him a shiver, of course he's a human, 'Pollo, snap out of it... he does have the body of a god though.... even better than Adonis... jeez, snap out of it.
He smiles a little bit, regaining his composure as he was often so quick to do. He says smoothly, "You'll be hungry later, I'll grab you sometihng.... I'll be back in a minute..." he quickly slips out the door, trying to calm himself down. Why was the boy's beauty just surprising him this morning?

Apollo had returned in only a few minutes, rapping at the door lightly as a soft warning of his entrance before he opened the door. He slid inside with a brown paper bag in one hand and two cups of coffee in the other. He hands the young man the bag and one of the cups of coffee, "Hey... I hope you don't mind... I don't think they seel anything along the lines of juices or milk at a bar.... I hope coffee's ok..." He smiles a little, his icey eyes seeming a bit warmer, like the sun over snow, stll cold but warming up.
He breezes past the youth to the closet, quickly getting out a trench coat that was very dark grey, almost black, and very long. He places it on the bed, "Here... You and I are about the stame size, save one or two inches.... Its going to be freezing out this morning..." He takes out the very few oufits from teh closet and packs them in his guitar case, then strap the lyre case to the guitar casefor one baggage. He lifts it and smiles, "Now getting out of here will be.... interesting... I'm going to have to... sneak you out... in song.... I can play a tune that will put them all in a trance down on the dance floor as long as you cover you ears and don't look at me, you can get out unaffected.... but... well..... you'll just have to get out as fast as possible... Or you'll get trapped subconsciously by any early arrival down there...."

Apollo had a good reason for telling the boy to get out of the mess of enchanted people quickly. When he stumbled out, his clothes were ripped and torn at, his shirt halfway hanging off. But he didn't say a word to Endymion as he quickly led him away, down the street. He was panting lightly, nothing big, andhe walked briskly, very briskly. In act, he was still walking when the young man behind him stopped and said something. But he stopped soon after, turning and watching the young man, unable to do anything but stare. The snow was drifting little stars of white into his silky black tresses. He could see the winds stirring his hair a bit to tumble lightly, but still peacefuly as the snow drifted to that angellic face and soft lips.
Apollo blinks for a moment, feeling his face spreading with a quick redness. He could feel the heat of the song lingereing, the spell had been strong, he didn't want the youth to get caught. Little did Endymion know that in the club they had just escaped from, the occupants were ripping each other's clothes off on the dances floor and taking each other. Apollo swallows hard. The spell was tryingto get him to do the same.... But he didnt recognize one thing, the beauty of this boy was effect of a spell... But the effect it was having on Apollo's body was. It took all his willpower not to turn around and get those stupid clothes off him and... No, Apollo convinced himself to not think on that... The last thing Endymion needed now was to get jumped by a person he trusted. Especially when Apollo valued that trust so much more than he could ever think of reasons for. He walks even brisker, whimpering, "Come on...." He digs his hands into his pocket, hopingthat his total lack of warm clothing would help to cool him down...