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((lmao, I figured one of them had to be different like this, and being the godess of harvest, and mother of Persephone... I just always pictured her this way, hehe))

Demeter follows Endymion out and looked about, slightly confused as to why Endymion couldn't find Apollo. But the second Dymion's soft voice fell in the air, the lyre stopped and Apollo's fingers mute it to silence. He looks up to see Endymion and swallows hard. He didn't know whether to feel happy that Endymion was awake or heartbroken that Endymion didn't recognize him. It took him a second to remember that he had changed.

Pushing all doubts aside as quickly as possible, he stands with a small confident smirk and crosses the ground to Endymion, wrapping the god of hope in his arms, voice soft as if he didn't intend for everyone to hear him, "You're awake!" His skin, which was tanner than before, seemed to radiate a comforting heat naturally, like standing in a patch of sunlight on a cool day. But despite all his differences, Apollo still had the same face, the same violet eyes that now seemed to smoulder like the very center of a flame.

Apollo could see Endymion was smiling, but couldn't read his face otherwise. He flushes somewhat, not really knowing what Endymion thought of the change. But Apollo knew there was nothing he could do about it during the summer months. He gives Endymion an almost shy smile as his own fingers comb comfortingly through Endymion's hair, "Yes.... I forgot to mention that I change in Spring.... And since you pulled the makers of Spring from the Underworld and melted all the snow, this is all technically your fault..." He smiles, teasingly, his sense of charm already coming back, "You just had to save Spring... You wonderful god..." He melts again and hugs Endymion tight before he can stop himself.

Apollo flushes again. It always surprised him when people complemented his music simply because it was so natural to him. It seemed strange that something he didn't even work at could be something others admired. He smiles though, "Why yes..."

He takes a small step back, bowing, "Do you want me to play something for you?" He gives Endymion a dazzling smile, teeth as white as his hair. He doesn't even glance in Dionysus' direction as he answers, "Kind of like how I let you have the moment when he first woke up?... I'm not dense, Dionysus. But if you think stealing kisses from him when he's not aware is the way to win his heart, then I'd be happy to let you lose."

He steps back to his place at the fireside, making a spot for Endymion nearby. He begins to play a tune in Ancient Hebrew, a song of worship as well as devoted love, the silky lyrics rolling off his tongue with perfect accentuation.

((lmao, uh oh.... do I smell a threesome?))

Most of the time as Apollo sang, he kept his eyes closed, but when the violet orbs did sweep open, they were focused on Endymion. But he was absorded in the melody and unable to catch what was going on with Endymion's attention span. He closes his eyes once more. His joy of music not only gave him understanding for all languages, but the poetic ability to compose it, to capture a culture in a song, in a few lyrics. It was perhaps what fascinated him most about music.

He finally ends the song, the last syllables nearly dripping off his tongue like honey as the strings of the lyre still to silence. He sits still for a moment, still lost in the trance he puts himself into while singing. He eyes open and he shakes out of it, chuckling.

((I'll think on it... in some ways, I really want to preserve the relationship bond between Apollo and Endymion, let them only have eyes for each other... but it may be better to let Endymion work off his lustfor Dionysus in one sensual, drunken orgy... it all depends... you say you aren't opposed to it, but you don't sound excited...))

Apollo blinks in surprise as well, his focus darting back and forth between the two of them and noticing finally, their silent exchange. He bites his bottom lip, feeling slightly nervous, a hand running through his sunlight tinted hair.
He glances over to Demeter and the youthful motherfigure simply nods and slowly stands up, gathering Adel's sleeping form into her arms. If they got loud, she didn't want the boy to wake up and it was far past the bedtime of any young boy of twelve. She pulls Adel's sleeping bag into the large tent and tucks him in.
Apollo licks his lips, thinking of melodies he knew. He finally settles on a song that had both Russian and Arabic influences, blending the musical cultures well with more Russian scales yet Arabic lyrics that weave together even after they leave his mouth. The song is different though, more upbeat, like dance. Persephone takes the cue and stands, beginning to dance about in a way that seemed graceful yet similarly free, like a child, her bare feet sending her twirling through the warmed grass near the fireside.

((ok. I'm still kind of thinking about it, though... but I'm not too sure))

Apollo's eyes were almost glued to Endymion and he watched him with pure desire. But it was open, passive, as if he were drunk with just the sight of him. His song never faultered, but his voice got a bit huskier at times. He knew that if Endymion denied him again that he would never get over it, he was in far too deep to think of trying to pull out now. Watching the young god dance like this was bliss.

He blinks, feeling eyes on him and turns his gaze to Dionysus, still too entranced to be competitive or hostile. His eyes still swim with desire, his lips parted. A shudder runs through his whole body at the voice in his mind, at Dionysus' gesture. He closes his eyes, his voice slightly wavering, but it was impossible to tell if it was part of the melody or not. Without even considering whether or not he should tell Dionysus, his mind answers, not only with words but with pulsing waves of nearly tangible desire for the god of hope.

"He isn't experienced by any means... Just sweet, tender, eager to please... Soft skin, smooth lean muscle... He lets his body react and he never holds anything back. All of his doubts disappear... He sways before me to a music only he can hear, sliding off clothes, piece by piece, hips thrusting sensually forward in fluid movements... His first touch sends fire racing beneath my skin... His kiss nearly knocks me out cold, but somehow it seems like he's spreading life through my veins... And gods above.... When he prays... Every syllable throbs through me and I can feel his heart racing beneath his chest... When he slides his body next to mine, I can never keep quiet. The warm, silken flesh and the hard arousal pressed to me shocks the senses..."

Apollo wasn't aware that he had abandoned the lyrics of the song, simply leaving them with the tune. He lets out a soft moan, swallowed by the bass of his lyre and the crackling of the blaze before them. A solitary tear slides down his cheek.

"His cries and whimpers fill me like a prayer, dancing through my mind... Simply a smile on his face melts me to nothing... I'm utterly useles when around him, except as a lover... Hearing my name, feather soft, at his lips... I love him too much to describe..."

Apollo shudders, his eyes closing against and his lips parted, not even making an effort now to hide it. The prayer swept through him, leaving tingles reverberating throughout his limbs and up his spine. He breathes out a sigh, trying to calm himself.

His violet eyes finally reopen, the brilliant gaze settling on Endymion and watching his every move, listening to the laughs that seemed even more musical than any of his singing. He wished he could bottle this image away and hold it dear whenever he wanted to see his former lover this way. Part of it made him infinitely sad and he wipes a few tears on his shoulders. But for all of it, he was still smiling, just overjoyed to see him so happy.