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Apollo sighs, frustrating with things at the moment. Endymion wanted him to wait and didn't even remember that they had been together sexually. He felt like he was starting all over again. Perhaps this was why Dionysus did it, to get an advantage. He says softly, "It's ok, I won't press it and I know you don't believe me... But I wouldn't lie to you about soomething like this...."
He sighs and walks into the tent, eyeing where Dionysus was still laying, wishing he could interogate the drunk a**.

Apollo sits down inside the tent, gazing up at Endymion, his eyes repentent. He didn't mean to upset Endymion but he couldn't help but feel hurt that Endymion would never remember those things. The first time they had made love was lost forever in the new god's mind. He says softly to Endymion's mind alone, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you, I just... I guess I'm just hurt that you'll never be able to remember those things..."
Demeter was cleaning things up, like usual, glancing between the two of them discreetly every now and then.

Apollo lifts his head, his eyes locking with Endymion's with a calm but fierce determination.
"Nothing matters more to me than my love for you... Dymion..."
At this point he utterly didn't care that they were in public. He stands up and strides over to Endymion as quick as he could and wraps him in a tight hug, his hands cradling him close.
"Of course we can make new memories, love.... This isn't your fault, please don't be upset.... Listen, we won't speak of it anymore... there's nothing we can do about it now anyways... Just don't be upset because I was pig-headed..."

Apollo smiles, watching Endymion go off with Adel. He waves to both of them before gently whispering in Endymion's head, "Have fun... I think I'll catch up on some sleep... I"ll join everyone tonight..."
He goes to his sleeping bag and moves it away from Dionysus', unable to stand the other god's snoring. Just because he and Dionysus had been lovers didn't mean that Apollo really liked him much. He was a passionate lover, but a horrible drunk. He moves to the other side of the tent and slides into his sleeping bag, quickly drifiting off.

((lol! Dionysus nearly destroys Endymion and Apollo's relationship and he's still after Dymion *giggles* I love it!))

Demeter was hanging around the group, utterly in bliss. She hadn't been around children in centuries and now... There were two! She coddles both Adel and Eros, even though Eros was technically older than she was. Just having those small voices and the heart-melting laughter around was like heaven. She saw Dionysus come out and she snickers at his reaction to the Sun, "You're the god of wines and yet you still never learn..." She shakes her head with a laugh.

It was nearing evening by the time that Apollo finally woke. Having gone for two days with only a few hours of sleep had really taken a toll on him. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and joins the rest outside, combing a hand through his slightly messy white blonde lockes.

((lol, that's what I thought))

Apollo woke quickly from the after-nap daze and put on a brilliant smile, his teeth whiter than even his hair, "Of course! A night of subdued music would never have been enough for the celebration for a new god!"

Persephone, standing nearby, jumps up and cheers. Like a fawn, or an innocent little girl, she was always perpetually the new bride, always beautifully innocent and simply joyous in all thing in life. Demeter smiles brightly as well, almost a mischievious look in her eye. Yes, she was a doting mother, but she did like a good wine every now and again, and she was known to stumble to bed many times drunk.

Apollo smiles to Endymion, "I hadn't a clue that you were all waiting on me or I would have been up hours ago... Sorry for that... Aye, Dymion!" He grins, "I want to hear what you've learned." He motions to the flute, utterly estatic that his lover had learned to play an instrument. Music was such a large part of Apollo, that he longed for it in every part of his life.

Apollo sits down and listens, a look of pure peacefulness coming over his face. There was also a hint of the proudness he felt for Endymion. He wasn't sure if Eros knew what this song was when he taught Endymion and Adel, but Apollo had recognized it right away. It was a wedding dance, but nothing in the tune gave it away, it simply sounded celebrating. Apollo felt like sweeping Endymion off his feet at that moment, but of course, he held himself back, watching and smiling as he felt the music flow through him, like electricity with a live wire.

Persephone picks up on the rhythm quickly and begins to dance, a small little jig with bits of twirling- her own dance that wasn't defined by culture or rules but mixed them all in.