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Apollo lets out a small sigh with no emotion attached to it, as if he hadn't heard the words and simply let out the sigh in awe of the warmth around them. But he had heard what Endymion was saying and it crushed back hard when he remembered that the young god was no longer wearing his ring. "I understand, Dymion... And I hope you don't mind if I try to court you... I love you, it's not something I can just let go of..." He closes his eyes, his chest feeling tight even before his last words left his lips, "I know it was wrong to drop you. There may have been other ways to release your powers that we didn't consider... But I can't take any of my actions back..." He sits up, "There was a fair amount of pleasure between us. Lust abounding, or at least I hoped you enjoyed what we had together. You weren't in love. I can understand that.... But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up."
He turns to gaze down at Endymion with a small smile. Having accepted that Endymion didn't love him was hard enough for one day. Especially when the time between them now was so tense that it ripped his heart from his chest. He stands up, dusting himself off and slipping on his shoes, "I'm going to go get Adel and Diana... He really deserves to get a taste of spring... if only for a little while...." He slips outside of the bubble and walks in the direction of their camp.

As Apollo walked away, he couldn't quiet his own screaming conscience. He told himself it was better this way. And it was the truth... right? If Endymion didn't fel the need to be with him now, he certainly couldn't have truly loved him... could he? The question stabbed deep inside him and it literally felt like an arrow had pinned his heart to his spine and each beat pumped blood from the wounds. But it had to be better this way. Now Endymion could go at things with a clear head. If anything, Apollo was true to his word, justly making sure things were always fair, equally dealt. Were he and Diana now equally dealt in Endymion's mind? He could almost feel the sob rising in his throat. He would woo Endymion. And maybe now, their earlier sexual romps could be.... Apollo swallows hard.... Maybe now their earlier experience wouldn't count for anything. Maybe they could begin anew. Apollo didn't know who he was trying to convince.
When he came back with Adel and Diana, he just sat near the edge of the bubble he had made, watching them all with calm eyes and a smile that was only there because he wasn't thinking about things anymore. Seeing Adel run and play truly made him happy. Maybe he shoulder just give up on love.

Apollo was slightly hesitant at first, but then gave in. Why should he sit and brood because he was in love? Why should he let Endymion's fickle moods control him. And after all, Adel was even starting to warm up to him, finally. He follows the boy playfully into the feld, every once in a while stopping to tickle him or chase him part of the way.
But then, Endymion came into view. Apollo stops for a moment watching them as it felt his heart was tearing itself to shreds in his chest. But he only hesitates for a moment before blind competitiveness took over. If Diana wanted so much to steal Endymion away from him, then Apollo wouldn't let it all go easily. He grins down to Adel, whispering playfully, "Watch this..." Vanishing from sight entirely, he runs towards them both, an invisible god. Out of nowhere, he tackles Diana to the ground, as rough and tumble as when they were kids, now coming into full sight again as he relished every single one of his sister's tickle spots that he knew by heart, "What, did you think I could sit by when everyone was having this much fun??? Come on, Diana! Say 'uncle'!"

Apollo cries out in surprise as he lands on his back on the ground, laughing riotously as his evaporated sister tickled him. Oh, she knew this game too. Gasping with laughing, he tries to formulate a plan, and finally he bursts into flame, effectively sizzling and repelling the watery mist of his sister. He lays on the grass, which he had enough sense to protect from his own flames with a charm, and smiles up at his sister, the flames engolfing him licking up at the mist. He wasn't exactly tickling her, but he was making it quite impossible for her to come any closer. Finally tiring of it, the flame extinguish and he lays back in the grass, smiling up at his sister in the air, "Come, come, you have to do better than that."

Barely hearing Endymion's words, Apollo startles and lets out a yelp, surprised by the movement under him and laughing. He pushes himself up into the air and hovers above ground, inspecting the earthworms for a moment, "Interesting.... Slave labor, how merciful, Diana..."
He grins up at his sister. Suddenly, vines rip up out of the ground, growing faster than lighting and winding therir way to hold Diana hostage before they began wriggling in an all out tickle attack. His eyes suddenly darting to Endymion, Apollo geta a very evil smirk. As fast as Diana was trapped, he doomed Endymion to the same fate and he sits back in the air, leisurely watching them struggle and laugh hystically.

Apollo couldn't hold his laughter in when Adel finally joined the battle. He leisurely lays back in the air, "Ahh... I trained my minion well..." His eyes dart back to Diana, grinning lightly, "And Dymion is coming along nicely as well..." He gestures to the flowering vines.

Apollo gets up, following from the bubble of contained springtime. Pausing and hesitating for a moment, he smiles and adds a burst of energy to the bubble, enough to allow it to stay like that for a long while, at least until the next day. He couldn't bring himself to release the heat and watch the grass and flowers die. He sighs and turns, feeling a pang a hurt hit him as he watches Diana cling to Endymion like an overzealous junior high crush, but bit his tongue to keep from saying anything. Instead, he walks beside Adel, "Dymion, Diana, and I are going to do our best to bring Spring back, for good... In April, May, June, July, and August, the whole country will feel that beautiful warmth, no snow until December, January, and February. You'll love it."

Apollo fell into the rhythm easily as well, squeezing Adel's hand a little. Once again, he commissioned the twelve-year-old to make his hotdog again, offering to grant him anything he wanted if he did. He smiles to himself at the thought of what Adel would ask for if he actually took it seriously. But really, Apollo wouldn't have minded spoiling Adel whether or not he made him a hot dog.
Endymion and Diana may have forgotten about the others, but Apollo didn't let that last too long. Apollo sits down between Endymion and Adel, holding his acoustic guitar, his lute sitting nearby, "What kind of camping trip is this without songs? Any requests?" The god of music may not have met with his band in a long time, but no one could say that he would ever be out of practice.