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"You have to heighten your senses in order to feel it coming, and even then, the touch is very slight, but its a trademark. It will always come before an attack and..." His voice trails off, watching Endymion, who was, surprisingly, staring at him.
He could feel his heart beginning to pound in his chest. But no matter how much he craved this... He says softly, "Dymion."
The second that the young god looks up and their eyes meet, Apollo had already gotten into his mind, inserting an illusion of himself in Endymion's vision. The illusion was leaning forward, cautious and innocent, his eyes begging Endymion, his lips yearning to be kissed as he got closer.

The image of Apollo held a soft, knowing look in his eyes, the croners of his lips turning up slightly. The real Apollo watched this all happen, feeling shocked that Endymion was reacting so much to it. He found himself blushing. The mental invasions gave him control of Endymion's senses, but it didn't control his will.
Deciding it was time to end it, the image of Apollo parts his lips, running his tongue across the tip of one of Endymion's fingers. And then, the illusion leans forward more and bites down Endymion's finger, jolting a small amount of pain into the digit. Apollo broke the illusion and there he was, sitting there as calm and as still as before. He raises a slightly mischievious eyebrow at him and smiles a bit, keeping his voice calm, "Maybe you should pay attention before it gets too fun to give in to temptation like that..." he grins.

Apollo felt a slight pang of guilt, but he and done it all in good humor. What he was about to do next, though, was not humor at all.
His voice was very soft, gentle, "If you had listened, you'd know to close your eyes.. Go ahead, close them. I'll have no power over your mind..." He smiles and waits for Endymion to close his eyes. Then, with him sitting there, eyes closed, Apollo continues softly, "This way, you'll know that this is real." He leans forward slowly and presses his lips to Endymion's in a smooth touch, like soft linen pressed to the boy's lips. It was chaste, but Apollo inwardly felt his heart leaping at the small contact.

Apollo pulls back quickly when he feels Endymion draw away, almost as if stung by it. He takes a deep breath and meets Endymion eyes, wondering if the desire he saw there was just his own wishful thinking. Maybe he wasn't the one playing mind games.
He licks his lips subconsciously and nods, quickly recovering his composure, "You have to heighten your own senses enough to feel it coming. You can't think about it. You just have to feel it. Once you stop worrying about it, your senses grab hold of the feel of me starting to delve in and your mind will shut itself off... Now I can only get into your mind when I'm looking in your eyes, so if I'm not looking at you and you feel me there, then... then I'm simply speaking or praying to you... But it's basically the same 'presence' you feel when we communicate mentally." He bites his lower lip, continuing mentally, "If you feel for it, you'll be able to grasp a presence of me at the edge of your mind, hovering there to speak with you... It sometimes feels like a slight invisible force pulling you forward... Can you feel me?"

Apollo does let up a little, but the presence is still slightly there, like having some at the edge of his vision. He had gotten so used to this presence that it was often how he knew where other gods were when they spoke mentally.
He runs a hand through his hair absently, "Not really... Not unless one god has his guard way down and the other sees the opening. It's just not common for us to forget the presence once we feel it, and when we feel it in battle, we close up. It will become a natural reaction... No, gods used it more on mortals, for both good and bad purposes... For some, it was to hide their true form.... For example, you remember Eros... When in public, he sends slight mental signals to all the mortals within seeing distance, a slight illusion to cover his wings... But Zeus has been known to use it as a way to torture and punish mortals..."
He looks across to Endymion, continuing, "There's another way to conbat a mental attack once a god is already in your mind, but it is much harder. It involved mental shields, and in order to pull one up, you must be devoid of all emotion and senses whatsoever. You must tune out what you feel, see, etc, and then let every emotion go... This will actually throw the god out of your mind so fast that they can be wounded... It's a good counter attack."

Apollo nods slowly, "Yes, we'll work on that, but it's very important to have the reflexes not to let a god in at all during battle... It's easy to clear the emotional slate when conjuring ice because you are able to devote attention to it... But..." He stretches a little, getting a little stiff from sitting so long, "If I was in your mind shooting pain through every nerve in your body and raiding all of your senses unpleasantly... well, let's just say it's very hard to put up mental sheilds when so distracted.... We'll work on it a bit now, but when we begin sparring later on today, I'll attack without letting you know. It will be peaceful invasion, but I'll be training your reflexes to block me." He smiles a little, his eyes meeting Endymion's.

Apollo smiles a little at Endymion's astuteness, feeling almost like a proud teacher. A very perverse proud teacher who fancied his pupil a bit more than decency would allow. He chuckles at the thought, but doesn't share it... yet.
"Well, that's true, but it's not so much breaking contact, but rather... never making eye contact at all... The invasion can happen in a fraction of a second, even by glancing at the eyes.... But once a god is inside your mind, breaking eye contact will do you no good.... But it's a good point that you brought up... In fact, in earlier times when the gods were more... well... belligerent to each other... Making eye contact was a sign of trust."