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Apollo looked up when he saw Endymion walking back, his eyes staying locked on him, trying to discern anything from his movements... And it confirmed his fears. Cold, tense, aloof.... He hadn't seen this side of Dymion since... since Pandora's Box. Apollo shudders somewhat, staying collected as Endymion sat down. His companion wasn't meeting his eyes, that was a bad sign... very bad... Apollo keeps gazing at him for a moment before finally picking up his fork and lazily stabbing at his salad. He says slowly, his eyes now fixed on the salad as the memories rushed back, "They are on earth.... just like me... except for Jupiter.... There was a... well, a rift... Things haven't been going well on Olympus for the past century... But things are calmed down, I guess.... No one has heard one heavenly word from Jupiter and I don't mind that one bit..." He said the last part almost bitterly, finally lifting the fork to his mouth and chewing at the bit of salad. It tasted like ash in his mouth.

Apollo's bitterness was slowly melting the more and more he talked, all that was left behind was a sense of sorrow, emptyness and purposelessness (ack... I couldnt think of the word I wanted, so I made up a really grammatically bad one). His violet eyes seemed to be changing like the lens of a camera, slowly pulling forth something think, something deeper over the usual gleem so that the glimmer he usually had was just a faint glow. He speaks softly, so only Endymion could hear, but not secretly. Deep down inside, he felt that saying the words any louder would break him. He keeps his eyes down for the most part as he breathes, "Olympus is still there, and for all I know, Jupiter is there alone. I haven't been there for a decade... Ten years ago... I had tried to... to talk to Jupiter, to appeal to him... He and I were... we were close friends for a long time.... But something changed in him, power corrupts... even with gods... you see... a century back, Jupiter was starting to change, andwhile all the gods noticed it, no one wanted to say anything to him... We were all so scared... But I got mad one day... I told him just what everyone thought about him... But I let my own emotions get involved... There was an incident... I had fallen in love with a human, which isn't very uncommon, but Jupiter... Jupiter didn't like it.... Especially when he found out that the mortal I was involved with did not... worship the gods... and... and he killed my lover... So when I exposed Jupiter... I let my greif get in the way.. I said things I shouldn't have... Even my sister, Diana recommended to Jupiter that I be imprisoned forever in the River Styx for my insolence.... But Jupiter was actually merciful. He told me he never wanted to see my face again and throw me down from the Mount.... A few years later, the rest of the gods were pushed away, one by one... He lost it... And I started the whole thing..." His eyes finally pull upwards, catching Endymion's eyes, "The gods still have their powers, but they are doomed forever to walk the earth, exiled from Heaven.... and its my fault... I haven't seen any of them... Except for Hermes... I saw him the other day, and even then... My bitterness pushed me to snap at him... I haven't even seen Diana in a full century... my own sister even hates me, enough to wish me eternal suffering..." His eyes fell again to a spot on the tablecloth, his mind lost in thought, "I hadn't meant to cause such an uproar... I really hadn't..."

Apollo looks back up to the young man siting infront of him, feeling the warmth of his hand and realizing just how cold his own worrying and sorrow made him. His eyes began to thaw slightly and his lips melted into a small grin. He picks out his words carefully, "You were able to leave any time you needed to... you just never needed to until then.. and you needed someone to tell you that you could..." Apollo squeezes Endymions hand and continues, still soft, "I have much to thank you for too... I can't remember a time when I've spent more than 3 hours with the same person. No company makes a soul cold and so many years have I just sat and counted my pangs of bitterness until I had to let the sun slide up... Thank you.... you know, for still believing..." He picks up the hand slowly and let his lips lower slightly to kiss the smooth warm skin.
Apollo let the rest of his ice melt and his smile takes over, "Dymion... really, thanks..." Right at that moment, the waiter walked up, placing down their plates in front of them, smiling at Endymion. He asks if there is anything the two men need before he finally walks away, leaving an almost awkward silence.

Apollo was thankful too, everything was rushing back too fast, first thinking about Olympus again, then remembering Jupiter, then Endymion's words. His mind and emotions were in a whirlpool. He quickly lets his hands fall to his lap, his heart still pounding lightly. His breaths were even shallow, but quiet enough to not be noticed. He smiles up at where the waiter was, almost longing for the distraction to come back before he plunged himself back into the emotional tide. He hadn't felt this way in.... over a century... He smiles as his eyes returned to Dymion. He looked so calm. Oh what a mask. He says softly with a chuckle, "I hope so, for a restaurant like this, lasagna must be a snap..." He looked down at his own food, taking a long sip from his sprite. He suddenly blurts, "I didn't mean to get drunk this afternoon....." He stops suddenly, looking up at Endymion for a scared second before turning his eyes away, "It was... nothing really relating to you.... just memories... I felt bad for... for breaking your... your image of me... I really blew it, didn't I..." he chucles a little, uncomfortably.

Apollo let a small smile take over his features, seeming warmer now than everas he gazed distractedly happy at his food. He finally says softly, "Do you know the reason why the belief in the true gods dwindled and died?" He turns his eyes back up to Endymion, his smile shrinking, but still very existant, "Because no one wants a god that isn't perfect... People want to think that perfection does exist.... And it does... But the world will never see exactly where it is hiding..." And with that, he was silent, taking a sip of his tomato soup and a bite of his sandwich, which he had cut off from the rest with the silver fork and knife. He figured that if he was embaressing the restarant enough to eat common food, he should at least eat it in a proper manner.

((hehe, "confuse ion" lol))
Apollo gazes at the platter intently, emotionlessly jsut staring at it as if trying to find the answer to an age old mystery in it. He glances back to Endymion, who was obviously very embaressed and his own bitter resolve told him: would Dymion be so "embaressed" if Apollo was't there to witness this... No, he shook that from his mind. That wasn't true, Dymion wouldn't put up a show for him. But this woman. She wanted Dymion... Perhaps she was smart, at least she showed him her feelings. He looks to Dymion, giving his eyes the same look he had given the rose, apathetic, hiding, but still a piercing gaze. he says softly, "Yes... Yes it does exist... Very much so... But I don't know if you would understand yet..." He stands up, placing some money from his wallet into the bill booklet thingy (whatever the hellthat thing is called) and gave Endymion a smile. He finally says, as his smile begins to fade, "Go if you want. Have fun. You deserve it... I'll be at the room..." He turns, feeling his gut wrneching in a horible knotting pain. He tightens his abs in an attempt to steady the pain, none of which was visible in his face. He bgins to walk away, slipping his wallet back into the inside pocket of his jacket, feeling a stinging in his throat, the same that he had felt when he had tried to give Endymion the money and told him to leave.

((lol, don't apologize, I thought it was funny! lol))
Apollo freezes, his heart pounding violently in his ribcage as he felt Endymion's arms come around him. What the.... He blinks, suddenly understanding now. It took him a second to unfreezeand his muscles to loosen. He took in a slow shakey breath at first, then lets himself relax totally. So he and Endymion were putting up a front to scare away the woman... Ok... So why not enjoy it a little? His arms slide around Endymion as well, bringing him closer in the embrace, not tight, but close. Apollo nuzzles at Endymion's neck to get a chance to whisper back, "Why should I forgive you... especially when I wish this was real..." He stops, suddenly, blushing violently. Had he really just said that. Before Endymion could react with anything else, he pulls slightly away, keeping up tender appearences though even though his face was red. He takes Endymion's hand, "As you wish..." He leads him back to the table in an affectionate way, once kissing Endymion's hand softly. This wasn't going well, his nature was enjoying this too much, but it was also indeed awkward, although it didn't appear so. He sits down at the table, keeping Endymion's handin his own, resting on the table's surface in full view, but that was as far as he was going right now to keep up the charade. He couldn't see the woman from where he was sitting, but in a way, he hoped this would draw itself out longer.... and not only for the reason of distracting Endymion from his earlier comment... Apollo blushes again at that thought, feeling like he was 18 again...