After the siege on Nero's Tower, Apollo went to Delphi to vanquish Python. Six months later, he still hasn't returned.
On a totally unrelated note, Lester Papadopoulos had just started his first semester at the Brooklyn Academy of the Gifted, and having a... pretty okay time of it so far. He's looking into getting on the Performing Arts track, and the archery team looks like fun.
He was devastated to discover one of his classmates, Walter Stone, already had a girlfriend. And that said girlfriend was Sadie Kane, the other student that gave Lester butterflies. Terrible start to his love life at this new high school all around. At his last school, he'd...
...well, he'd done something. The details were escaping him right now, but they weren't important. How could he think of his old school with his stomach growling like this? The only thing on his mind right now was stopping by the bodega for a bag of chips and those lemon cookies he likes.
Percy's life really can't just be normal. Well, obviously it actually can't, what with being the daughter of Poseidon and everything, but she's been trying so hard to stay away from quests and prophecies and anything seriously related to the world of demigods. She has a baby sister on the way. She has to make it through high school so she can go to college. She's done more than enough for the world, she deserves a break.
So why is Apollo, of all the gods, asking to be let in to her apartment?
She takes a moment to suck in a deep breath and think about calming, nice things like the soft stuffed seahorse she bought for the baby's nursery yesterday and the smell of the blue chocolate chip cookies her mom made before heading out to do errands, and maybe whisper a quick prayer to her father that this isn't about to turn into something dangerous, before agreeing to let Apollo up. (Which is weird enough on its own. It's not like the security in their apartment would actually be able to stop him if he wanted in.)
His appearance when she opens the door does give her pause. Banged-up teenage boy with acne really isn't his usual style (not that she looks amazing, either; jeans and a sweatshirt aren't what you'd call god-appropriate attire, but she's never cared much about how she appears to them). "What do you want?"
Hyacinth just wanted to escape back to the library. To hide in the stacks and forget about the whole thing and pretend she wasn’t standing here. Couldn’t she just stay in academics? Couldn’t she just hide in the library and run from fate? She crosses her arms over her chest, her brows knitting together as she weighs the options before her. She could back away, she could go back down the street and pretend that she wasn’t in a bind where history might repeat itself. She could run, like the last time, and potentially suffer the consequences of her actions.
Or she could knock on this door, and pray that he was here.
She sighs, running her fingers through her bubblegum pink hair, groaning as she makes her choice.
She knocks on the door and waits.
“Please be here,” she bounces on her feet, wrapping the oversized cardigan around herself tight as she glances back behind her. “If he’s not here, then it’s fine! I tried. I’ll accept my fate.” She glances up at the sky. “You hear that? I’ll accept my fate!”
Hyacinth bites her bottom lip, bringing her thumb to her mouth, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement, feeling far too much like a prey animal. If Zephyr finds her now…
Oh Apollo, she thinks, a near prayer, maybe you’ll save me this time.
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On a totally unrelated note, Lester Papadopoulos had just started his first semester at the Brooklyn Academy of the Gifted, and having a... pretty okay time of it so far. He's looking into getting on the Performing Arts track, and the archery team looks like fun.
He was devastated to discover one of his classmates, Walter Stone, already had a girlfriend. And that said girlfriend was Sadie Kane, the other student that gave Lester butterflies. Terrible start to his love life at this new high school all around. At his last school, he'd...
...well, he'd done something. The details were escaping him right now, but they weren't important. How could he think of his old school with his stomach growling like this? The only thing on his mind right now was stopping by the bodega for a bag of chips and those lemon cookies he likes.
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So why is Apollo, of all the gods, asking to be let in to her apartment?
She takes a moment to suck in a deep breath and think about calming, nice things like the soft stuffed seahorse she bought for the baby's nursery yesterday and the smell of the blue chocolate chip cookies her mom made before heading out to do errands, and maybe whisper a quick prayer to her father that this isn't about to turn into something dangerous, before agreeing to let Apollo up. (Which is weird enough on its own. It's not like the security in their apartment would actually be able to stop him if he wanted in.)
His appearance when she opens the door does give her pause. Banged-up teenage boy with acne really isn't his usual style (not that she looks amazing, either; jeans and a sweatshirt aren't what you'd call god-appropriate attire, but she's never cared much about how she appears to them). "What do you want?"
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Hyacinth just wanted to escape back to the library. To hide in the stacks and forget about the whole thing and pretend she wasn’t standing here. Couldn’t she just stay in academics? Couldn’t she just hide in the library and run from fate? She crosses her arms over her chest, her brows knitting together as she weighs the options before her. She could back away, she could go back down the street and pretend that she wasn’t in a bind where history might repeat itself. She could run, like the last time, and potentially suffer the consequences of her actions.
Or she could knock on this door, and pray that he was here.
She sighs, running her fingers through her bubblegum pink hair, groaning as she makes her choice.
She knocks on the door and waits.
“Please be here,” she bounces on her feet, wrapping the oversized cardigan around herself tight as she glances back behind her. “If he’s not here, then it’s fine! I tried. I’ll accept my fate.” She glances up at the sky. “You hear that? I’ll accept my fate!”
Hyacinth bites her bottom lip, bringing her thumb to her mouth, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement, feeling far too much like a prey animal. If Zephyr finds her now…
Oh Apollo, she thinks, a near prayer, maybe you’ll save me this time.