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Apollo really hadn't realized he had stopped either. The song had been at its end, but all the same, it had sounded like it had simply cut off and he had sat afterwards, gazing at Endymion like a lovesick puppy. He cheeks flush as Dionysus' comment, but he played it off well, smiling and saying in a soft, tender voice, "Can you really blame me?"

He stood and shook hands with Hades, bidding him farewell and telling the god to visit them now that he could. He sits back beside the fire after watching Hades disappear into the cave.

Glancing up to Endymion's face, he smiles and nods, "Of course..." He tunes his lyre a little, before beginning a fast melody, his fingers playing so rapidly over the strings that it sounded like three people playng the lyre at once. It was another Celtic inspired song, a good song to dance to and immediately, Persephone let out a joyful cry and began dancing about, recognizing the song as one that Apollo used to play for her when she was but a child. It was in Gaelic, like most were, and the words flitted over his tongue with perfect accent.

During the course of the song, Demeter scoots over to sit next to Dionysus and speaks to him silently, "What is going on between you and Apollo?... Had you both not been stealing glances at Endymion, I'd think you were about to tackle each other and have at it right here... Whether fighting or sex, either would fit with the heat running through each of your veins. Would you like to tell me what's happening?"

Apollo chuckles a little between verses and refrains, watching them dance. Endymion was a natural, just like Persephone. He had know that Endymion could dance to some extent, but he had never seen him dance like this. Just watching him made Apollo want to play all night.

Demeter lifts an eyebrow, glancing between Apollo, Endymion, and then fianlly resting her eyes back on Dionysus. She loved both Apollo and Dionysus equally and looked at both of them as her own kin. But something wriggling inside her said that Dionysus had only just met Endymion. She sighs, "I suppose it's useless to try and explain relationship etiquette to you... But just be careful, there are many others whose feelings are at stake... She stands up and moves back to her original seat, feeling suddenly apprehensive as to how this all was going to turn out.

Apollo too moves into the tent, happy to give his fingers a rest but almost mourning the fact that he wouldn't see Endymion dance anymore that night. He packs his lyre up carefully, as if the object would break at the slightest touch, and then stows it away in the tent in a corner. He was feeling slightly sleepy, but he had to talk to Endymion before the evening past, he just had to get something off his chest.

Demeter walks into the tent and gets a glass of wine, gulping it back like a shot. Of course, it wasn't strong enough, but when life gives ya lemons... She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand, wondering what would happen and how many people it would affect. Persephone came up beside her mother, hugging her around the waist affectionately, "Calm down, momma... What ever will be will be..." Demeter still couldn't shake the idea, though, that Endymion was being played for, like a prize, and although neither Apollo nor Dionysus meant it that way, she didn't know if Endymion would see it so innocently once he knew.

Apollo moves off the one side of the tent, away from the others and mentally reaches out, lightly touching Endymion's mind, Dymion?... I just.... I wanted to tell you now, what I couldn't tell you before the test... I didn't want to cloud your mind with it... But I'm sorry...... Part of the reason why I couldn't... I couldn't deal well with... well.... I thought you had gotten rid of the ring.... It wasn't until we were training and I saw it on the chain around your neck.... My behavior hasn't been the best, I know that... I'm sorry for it and I'm also sorry... that I doubted you..." He sighs, glancing down at the small flute of wine in his hand, whose flavor had seemed to fade on his tongue.

Apollo's gaze was locked with Endymion's. That smile, he had seen it before and he could feel his knees trembling at the simple sight of it. And then suddenly, he was staring at the back of Dionysus' head.

Apollo blinks, slightly bewildered before he realized what Dionysus had done and that his game had definitely started. He felt something clench in his chest and he sighs, walking to the opening flap of the tent. He gazes back at Endymion, now able to see both of them in a profile view. Dionysus looked sure of himself and Endymion.... Endymion looked almost aroused. Apollo's fists clench, white-knuckled, and so hard that his fingernails cut crescent moon shapes into his palms. He quickly leaves the tent, unable to watch.

He had remembered the ay it was for the couple of months that Apollo had been Dionysus' lover. It was a relaxed arrangement, no expectations, no definition. They would go about their free time amicably before passionately ******** each other raw by night. Apollo could recognize the look of charm on Dionysus' face from a mile and he knew that the god of wine would stop but nothing to win Endymion.

So, being too polite to interrupt and too angry to have even drawn attention back peacefully, he fumes in the still cool night air, staring up at the stares as if looking for advice.

The god of the sun had been standing outside, soaking in the silence of the new spring night sky, letting the still slightly cool breezes play at his hair and clothing. But a different breeze caught his attention.

He turned just in time to see Endymion rushng from the tent, flushed and almost panicked looking. He catches the distracted god right before he runs into Apollo, which would have been inevitable since he had been standing right in front of the entrance. He blinks, surprised, "Dymion!... Hey, are you all right? You look upset... or confused, at the least..." He gently releases the god from his arms, smiling a small bit to try and cheer him up.

Apollo nods, keeping his eyes on Endymion's. He knew that the god of hope felt strange around him, but couldn't pinpoint exactly what had the young god so on edge. He steps back, giving Endymion his space, although seeing him flushed like this made him want to kiss every inch of Endymion's body. He glances down and sees the ring on Endymion's finger, his eyes lighting up. He prays, his eyes coming back up to meet Endymion's, "Sweet god of hope, thank you for blessing this land with warmth again and may every being worship you for this gift... and thank you for accepting the small gift of a hopeful god. I pray that you may find joy in it when you glance at it on your hand... All I can pray for is to make you happy, whatever that may take..."

Apollo could nearly feel the heat radiating from the god across from him. He felt himself leaning forward, sub-consciously wanting to feel Endymion's skin against his own so badly.
He sees Endymion off, wishing him a good bath and stood there, staring after him and utterly confused by the changing expressions that had slid over Endymion's face. He sits down beside the fire again, his mind swirling with incoherent thoughts.

((lol... dude, if you're hoping for a threesome, that's not the best way for Dionysus to get on Apollo's good side. It's one thing to take Endymion away, but to wipe away any memory he has of Apollo.... that's just cruel!!))

Apollo finally walks back into the tent and immediately spots Dionysus and gazes at him from across the room. Dionysus really had been a splendid lover for the time they had been together. But outside of the bedroom, he always remembered him as being cold and aloof, totally distant on anything other than sex. Sure, he seemed to open up when he was drunk, and he had always been outgoing, but Apollo recognized it as a facade.
His eyes meet Dionysus' from across the room, the violet standing out against the natural tones of his skin and hair, "We need to talk..."