Apollo/Leto
Apollo - OPEN [info]borninlight 2011-06-26 11:05 pm UTC (link) Track This Apollo didn't want to be here. He assumed that, on some level, most of the others in attendance agreed with him. His family didn't have the best history with the hostess, and the grudge Apollo held against Hera still smoldered somewhere deep in his belly. But he also wasn't stupid, and he'd pissed off his father enough times to know what not showing up might bring him.
He'd dressed simply - in a dark shirt and jacket, no tie - and arrived with his mother and sister. He didn't plan to stray far from either of them for the evening; he still didn't trust his father's wife in the same room with his mother.
(Reply to this)(Thread) *FACEPALM [info]moveunseen 2011-06-27 02:35 am UTC (link) Track This Leto was torn on this event. While she was excited to spend time with both of her children she was cautious about Hera. She had been for so long that it was second nature. And yet there was still that hidden longing to impress Zeus. He had once cared for her and he had been her one and only husband at one time.
Her children were far more important to her, though. Tonight she was focused on them and would listen to whatever the host and hostess needed to say. She dressed semi-formally and she felt pretty, something she didn't always feel outright. She hung onto her sons arm, smiling to those she felt comfortable with. "You both look wonderful," she said to each of them, having already said it a number of times.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) GASP. I thought you looked different. >_> [info]borninlight 2011-06-27 02:48 am UTC (link) Track This Apollo saw Daphne almost straightaway - it was like someone followed her around with a blinking, neon sign. He hadn't actually seen her in so long, and he'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be near her.
Almost.
He'd barely had a chance to react in any way when he saw Eros approach her. His body tensed and he took in a sharp breath. He very much wanted to swoop in, punch Eros in the face, and whisk Daphne away. He had no control over that feeling, but over time it had gotten easier to resist the urges to chase her, to protect her. To keep her as his own. Punching Eros was mostly his own feelings.
Instead, he placed a hand on his mother's and smiled, albeit a bit wanly. "If you need anything, mother, just say the word."