Apollo // Kyran Blake (apollimi) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-12-17 06:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, daphne |
Who:Apollo (apollimi) & Daphne (tree_nymph)
What: Daphne manages to get Apollo pissed enough to visit.
When: After this
Where: Echo's place.
Warnings: Nymph violence, abuse, sexual themes.
Apollo was not happy. Well- no, there was not bright side to this situation. Getting to Ekho's was easy enough, charming the man to let him in was fine, the door was unlocked- the dogs were an issue but that Daphne had been hiding there? A plus and not so. He didn't want to confront her when he was still so fucking. pissed. off.
The nymph needed to get back in the kitchen and learn some respect. And that treacherous arrow from Eros made him both loathe and love the insolent little bitch. Normally he was a more of a 'fuck with them where it hurts' and in this case he knew where it would hurt Daphne the most.
Still.
Unwilling women were always so much work. (It didn't stop him from shoving Ekho in the closet and leaving her there while he turned to his intended prey. Always hard to read, but the wide-sunny smile was there. It just didn't reach his eyes.
For weeks, she'd lived under the constant fear Apollo would show up on her doorstep. She aggravated him, even when she swore up and down she wouldn't, because he annoyed her. Each time he piped up she just had to reply. When he'd said she pissed him off she brushed it off and curled up with her dog and sister.
It had been her first mistake. When she'd heard the barking she'd checked it out, and practically froze in terror at the sight. She had no escape, not with him blocking the door, and with the flight part of her instinct blocked she walked back to the kitchen, never leaving him out of her sight to find a knife. She was terrified, and wanted nothing more but to run. Problem was she couldn't.
Apollo cornered her in the kitchen, fingers tapping along the wall, he was not a stupid god (despite evidence at times to the contrary). The smile offered tilted a little, a shade of cruelty to it that had not been present before.
"Honey, I'm home."
She was utterly convinced he was going to kill her. Or worse. She was sure she preferred death over anything else. She felt the wall against her back, felt her limbs shaking with dread.
She knew where the knives were. There was just an Apollo-shaped obstacle in the way. And she could barely breathe from fear. “Keep away.” Not exactly great, or even threatening, or even clever but it was all she could think of.
"No clever words now?" Apollo's tone was mocking, he had chased her before regardless of her loathing, her fear now did nothing to deter or encourage him. It simply was irrelevant- what the sun-god wanted, he got. Sooner or later, one day he'd have Cassandra where he'd liked, but for that he could afford more patience.
Anyway, Cassandra never tested his patience like this nymph.
"No, I do not think I will, after you invited me here, Daphne. Pushing and pushing." He trailed off, shaking his head. There was some lingering bitterness over the fact he loved her and she loathed him. One day, Eros would pay.
Instead it was easier to make Daphne pay for everything right now, Apollo stepped closer.
If it was at all possible, each time he stepped closer she tried climbing into the wall. Sadly she couldn't, and there was no father here to answer her prayers, no mother to take her in her embrace and make sure Apollo could not hurt her. But he could now, and there was no where to go.
Normally, when he was far away, she'd say something clever. Now she could only close her eyes and pray this was some bad nightmare. But rationally, somewhere behind all the fear, she knew it wasn't.
When she opened her eyes, he was still there. And she did the only thing that made sense in her panic and lunged at him, hoping to push him aside and make a break for it.
The first instinct was to hit her to keep her back, so that is what Apollo aimed to do, closing one hand into a fist. Daphne could take a blow, he was certain of it- not like when he punished Syrinx, he had to be careful not to break her and even so the split lip she sported had been a minor blow.
This one he didn't hold back. Daphne was not running anywhere, and he had no intentions of walking out that door without first teaching her a nymph's place.
It still hit her like a mac truck, for he was still god and she wasn't, but it wasn't the first time she'd gotten into a scuffle. The yelp of pain and surprise left her and she fell on her ass, one hand over where he'd hit her and tasting blood.
Fear battled with anger and outright loathing, and for now the loathing was winning. "You bastard. You insufferable, egotistical bastard." Yelling at him would not help, except make her feel better. "I hope you whither and die. I hope your name is burned from the ages. Why can't you just let me be?"
Apollo laughed, words didn't wound him, not those and certainly not now. He moved- quick and nimble to grab and yank her up- it wasn't a kind thing to do since it was followed by smacking her against the nearest surface and pressing his body down to pin her.
"I'll do whatever I well please." He replied, momentarily enjoying her body flush against his. How he loathed her.
One moment she'd been on the floor, the next he had her pinned and she had to feel him. She turned her head aside in disgust and struggled against his grasp, not wanting either the touch or ever feeling him this close.
The fear of what he could do was almost choking her, but she refused to let him see tears. "Arrogant bastard. Let me go." She wanted to say 'or else', but really couldn't. All she could do was be terrified.
"No." Apollo replied simply, "I am here because you want me to." Words slipped easily from his mouth, "You know better than to disrespect your gods, nymph." And he let his breath dance on her neck, his body pressed- wanting, craving, but no. Instead his hand fell on her face, eerily gentle compared to every other gesture he'd made.
He was here because he wanted to be, because he liked to play and because she needed to learn.
"And you will do as I ask. There's so much more to lose."
"Never. Not if everything dies and all there is are ashes and dust will I want you to touch me." She turned away at the feel of his breath, a shiver of distaste and loathing running along her form. "You are not my god. You will never be."
She tried turning away from his touch, not wanting it. His words made her anger spark, "never." As a lst minute attempt to get free she brought her leg u sharply, hoping to catch his groin. It seemed to be the only thing she could do.
Well. That hurt. The surprise made Apollo step back for a moment, dropping her hold on her. He hated this nymph so much, had she not learned her lesson? What possessed her to defy him? That arrow? Or something more, the game didn't prove as interesting as Apollo would've liked- instead loathing took over.
And yet she remained his tree. Laurel. His symbol. Victory.
He'd let her go, this was good. Now if she could escape, because she couldn't not run because it was such a part of her. Her hands balled up and her head lifted proudly, almost arrogantly.
Once she'd let him defeat her and her reward had been stillness and nothing. "Told you to let me go."
Apollo clapped his hands, slow and deliberately unimpressed. "Told you to respect me." He replied, another bright smile, "Told you, again and again, all those chances, Daphne. You do nothing but antagonize me. Is that really how you want to go about things?"
"You're not a tree anymore, there is so much. to. lose."
He kept threatening that, and she could guess what he meant, and it took everything out of her. She'd have nothing anymore, be nothing but a shell. And he would.
But she couldn't respect him, never that, but she clenched her jaw and lowered her eyes and head, her hands loosening. Some battles had to be lost. She aid nothing, even though her owrds were right there.
She hated him. But she feared him more.
Apollo wouldn't go that low, not without speaking to his other half. He preferred not to soil his hands with some things. "There, see? We both have to make the best of a bad situation." His next movements were gentle- how he pushed her hair back, gently brushed his thumb across her mouth where he'd punched her.
When he wanted to be charming, he could be so very charming.
And yet, it's why she'd run. She'd always think he'd want to take something she'd never give him. She'd never stopped to listen.
She endured the touch like it was a bad dream, focusing on breathing in and out. She hated how he could get her to comply to his wishes, even by just letting her assume.
Apollo had the same reasoning for Syrinx, if they didn't want it- it meant nothing, besides as easily as the sun-god fell in and out of love, there was also the fact his darling sister owned the two nymphs. Not that that would stop him if they wanted to break their vows but...
"I can hit you if you prefer." He dropped his hand, "Don't make me come here again and waste my time." It would only be worse next time.
"You already did." She couldn't help speaking up. She wasn't some weak thing to just lay down and not speak up and show she had a spine. She might fear him, and fear what he could do, and loathe him but she could never just not raise her voice.
She said nothing to his 'promise', knowing she would just try and ignore him. It seemed to have worked fine before.
"And for the record? I had nothing to do with that present you got." His look darken for a moment, "Even if I think you could use it as an instruction manual." And then Apollo was done with her, he neither cared nor wanted anything further to do with this nymph. Not right now, not for a long while.
Of course, he would make sure that should there be a next time, it would be so much worse.
She 'still' didn't believe him. Who else would? The only one who she knew hated her was him. She bit her tongue not to reply, to just let him leave so she could get her sister out of her closet and then to collapse into a tiny heap of distraught nymph.
The world was really not fair.
"Now, go away, I have a little nymph to let out of the closet." And with that he brushed Daphne aside as if she were nothing more than another meaningless piece of furniture. Secretly he hoped Laurie sent her more of those comics, she deserved no peace in his mind.