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Apollo smiles, not wanting to make a move and scare Endymion away, but secretly revelling in the warmth of the young god's shoulder against his own, "We'll see it again, I promise... Do you want so see some... right now?"
The sun god looks excited. It had been a long time since he had done it, but he still knew how, "I mean, it will only be for a small area.... Let's see...." A slight blurring begins to take shape around them until they look like they are in a bubble, enclosing the whole of the clearing they are in and reaching up a few feet above their heads. He then sits on the ground, playing both hands down and beginning to warm the soil. The ground begins to thaw, slightly damp from the melted ice. He then stands again and takes a deep breath. His skin begins to take on its golden glow and the air around them warms suddenly up to 75 degrees (f).

Apollo looks around, warm eyes swimming with wonder, "Perfect..." He shrugs out of his coat and jacket until he is standing there in a simple casual button down shirt and jeans. He even takes off his boots and thick socks, relishing the feel of warm dirt beneath his toes. He lets out a small sigh, his fingers grazing the grass, which was coming up much faster now, making them a meadow of warm soft grass and the small purple flowers. He kneels down infront of Endymion, taking his hand and shamelessly smiling up at him, "Summer... For you, my god..."
Then he began to pray, "Endymion, god of hope. Renew the hope of every creature, every seed buried away in the cold. The hope for summer must live bright. Give them this hope before they all give up and wither away. Protect their hearts from the cold."
He sits back on his knees and kisses Endymion's hand, "Summer will be yours soon enough. I'd tilt the world on it's edge if you asked me to. Tell me your wishes and they will come true, you see...." he smiles, "I love you, Endymion, whether you return the feeling or not. I'm not going to sit by and watch you drift away from me. I want you to be happy, but I will do everything I can to win your heart back. There was a time when you weren't afraid or ashamed to say that you loved me. I want that again..." He lets go of his hand and lays back in the field, simply relaxing in he warm atmosphere.

Unexpecting any contact at all, let alone the clinging of his oce lover, Apollo stiffens at first in utter confusion. His heart pounding in his chest, he wraps his arms tenderly around the weeping young god and pulling him into a warm, yet chaste embrace. If he took advantage of Endymion like this, he would never forgive himself. He strokes at the god's long silky hair, whispering soothing words as a strange mixture of emotions. Joy, relief, sadness, longing, exhaustion. He holds him close, letting Endymion sob against him. He soft voice in his mind sent shivers rocking through him. He clutches Endymion's body, My darling, why do you weep?

Apollo stiffens slightly, watching the other sit up, "Endymion... I told you.... She.... We'll have to make spring ourselves..." He lays back, sorrow etched on his face. Persephone had always been a good friend of his. She had never cared that he and Diana were half human. He runs his fingers through the warm grass, trying to lighten the mood, "Hey... we need to show this to Adel! Spring hasn't touched the land for nearly a century, he's never even seen Spring..." He sits up.

Apollo nods stretching a little with a small yawn. He picks up a stick, dry and perfect for his purposes. He hands it to Endymion, "Lighting something aflame is usually a hard trick to master. It wasn't too bad for me, given my purpose as a god, but for most others it wasn't the easiest lesson." He touches the tip of the dry stick and it begins to burn, quickly going out on the breeze and leaving behind orangey embers still glowing. Apollo closes his hand over the tip, "Persephone was good at it as well. We were childhood playmates and many times, we had to work together.... Our jobs were close and sometimes she would be around when I rose the sun in the spring and summer.... If you can help me convince her to leave the underworld, then we'll have her make the seasons...."
He takes his hand off the stick and gazes at the slightly charred, but cool tip, "Anyways... that will come later, after all this mess is finished..... In order to light a fire, there must be a directed passionate emotion. Love, lust, and anger usually work best.... See what you can do." He smiles a little.

Apollo nods with comprehension, "Well, the flash was better than nothing... a sign that the emotions exist within you, but you can't tap into them now... The good news is that water is quite a different story. Summonig water requires peace, relaxation, oneness, I guess you could say...."
He finds a place with a very small amount of grass and digs into it with bare fingers, hollowing out a hole the size of a small bowl in the dirt, "Once you summon water, I'll have you boil it then freeze it. The water lies inside the earth at your disposal. Dealing with water though is something you can't think on, you have to feel it. Have confidence in your ability to do it, then jst call it forth... Like a prayer with no words."

Apollo smiles, he had always thought Endymion would be best at drawing water, like Diana was. Apollo could do it, but not as fast as his sister. Plus, with controlling the tides, it came more naturally to the moon goddess.
But then the water started to boil and Apollo's eyes widen, staring almost in disbelief. Endymion couldn't light a fire a few seconds ago, but yet he could heat water to the temperature of a fire easily. Maybe drawing water had relaxed him more into his emotions, but still. Curious, Apollo lifts Endymion's wrist, pulling the stick out of the water. Immediately, it sizzled then caught aflame, almost as if from spontaneous combustion. The sun god immediately slaps the stick from Endymion's hands before the flame reached the skin. Burns healed fast on gods, but they still hurt. Apollo lets out a shakey breath, still surprised, "Wow..."