Daphne ☆ Reza Blackwell (daphnis) wrote in mythologs, @ 2012-06-18 04:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, daphne |
[closed/complete]
Characters: Apollo [phanaeus] & Daphne [daphnis]
Date/Time: Post-Rome, Pre-Zurvan
Location: Hospital
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Er... it's Daphne and Apollo, it will never end well.
Summary: Daphne decides to go creep on Apollo.
Finding out where Apollo was didn't take Daphne much time. In fact, she had been expecting a little more complications but... nope. And so here she was- not with flowers or chocolate or even intentionally armed (though due to the nature of her profession, Daphne always went armed wherever). She bypassed the nurses and security paid her no attention. It wasn't like Daphne was a dangerous looking woman, the danger was only there if you knew what to look for. The way she held herself, how she carefully stepped around corners, even the way she glanced.
This was not a visit to send Apollo to meet his maker, but Daphne couldn't help but be drawn to this man. No, she did not want to fuck him. No, she didn't want to see him well. In fact it was quite the opposite. He evoked in her an inexplicable feeling of hate that it made her feel powerful. It was intoxicating. Daphne fed from it, it was addictive (and dangerous to love hate that much).
Her fingers clenched on the doorway, trying to contain her eagerness to see him suffering. It was unnatural, she knew, but there was no stopping it. At least she could control herself enough (for now) not to inflict any pain. "How's your head?" Apparently that was going to be her standard greeting for him forever.
Apollo wasn't sure what to think of the woman. She had brutally killed his sister and himself and did not seem remotely sorry for it. Yet, he could not deny that seeing her standing in his hospital room doorway gave him a bit of a thrill. "Still attached," he answered. "Come to kill me again? Pan tell you about a time I scuffed his sandals? Surely that deserves the sword." He sighed softly and then set the sheet of music he was working on aside.
"How'd you find me? Normally I'd be pleased that a beautiful woman showed up at my door but considering the ending of our last meeting, I must admit I'm a bit unnerved." His cellphone was tucked next to him and he thought of text Artemis or Gabe but they had already been through enough because of him. He wasn't in danger yet. He could handle himself. He was the god damn sun god. "But come in. Can I interest you in some jello? Grape?" It was ridiculous how much she effected him. In ways the woman who beheaded you should definitely not. His hands itched for his bow and arrows nonetheless so it was a nice sign that his injuries had not effected him completely.
Daphne tossed her head back and laughed at the mention of Pan, "No, I think Gavin can deal with you now." She had gotten even on his behalf, and she wasn't one to pursue things - it was Pan's fight anyway. "Calling me beautiful won't save you if I wanted to stab you. I'm immune to those sorts of charms." She straightened and step into the room. While the intention was not to kill or maim him, Daphne didn't bother to clarify, it'd be funnier to keep him on his toes. "You know this thing called the internet? Yeah, that."
With a cat-like grace Daphne moved to join his side, his presence repulsed and drew her in at the same time. It was fucking frustrating and she resented him for that. Of course the worst thing to do was to inform him of that fact, instead she clenched one fist and sat down on the edge. "Grape is acceptable."
"I'm sure he'll just send someone else when he gets the urge to try something against me." Hopefully, he'd be armed with a bow and not a sword. Shifting in the bed, he rearranged his legs before laughing softly. He hated to admit how faintly nervous the laugh sounded. She was a disturbing woman in a lot of ways. Not all of them were because of what had transpired in Rome. "Just because you killed me and have shown no qualms about doing it again doesn't mean you're not a beautiful woman. Ah yes, the internet. Should have got that." It explained the how but not the why.
Pushing his spare cup of jello and a clean spoon towards her, he settled back down on the bed. "Why are you here? I mean, I can't imagine you want to wish me a speedy recovery." He wished Gabe was there. Everyone liked Gabe and he was bigger and healing a lot faster than Apollo. Artemis would be helpful too. She was much quicker to draw her bow than him though he'd never admit it to her.
Oh hey, jello.
Daphne took it mostly because she had asked for it, and wanted to see if it was awful as people usually complained. Though the way she dug at it with a spoon was a bit more like jabbing a knife than a spoon. It also wasn't spark enough to jab properly - so Daphne (in a true show of how impatient she was) continued attacking the poor dessert. Until Apollo began talking.
"So you pissed him off, he'll probably never forgive you." A little shrug, "No big deal, that's life." Most of the people she'd never forgive were dead. That solved a lot of problems. If his laugh was nervous, she missed it because she was nervous herself, the way her free fingers twirled now around the spoon, playing with it as if she were playing with a lock of hair. (Yet that sort of gesture would be too vulnerable, Daphne did play with the tips of her hair, but not when she felt threatened like this).
"It is a compliment from someone who killed you and would do it again if required." Why had she even come here? She couldn't really explain it in words. Just she was.
"I just am, do you need to dissect the answer? Why haven't you called security? I did just admit I would kill you again." Honestly, Daphne hoped he wouldn't do that, however if he did... well there were solutions for every problem.
"I've done far worse things to people. It's almost endearing that he hates me because I won a contest." Apollo, like most of his siblings, had a litany of misdeeds in his past. Winning the contest against Pan wasn't even on his list. "And it's not like my life will not go on without him in it." Pan's hatred of him was not something he was worried about. Reaching over, he snagged a cup of water from the nearby table and took a sip, watching her over the brim.
He shrugged. "I'm a complicated man and I see no reason to lie."
Why hadn't he called security? That was a good question. "What would I say? Officers this is the woman who decapitated me in Ancient Rome. I'd be transferred to the mental ward before I finished my sentence." If she had no qualms about hurting him,, he didn't know what she would do to innocent people. Also, death to him in this world would not end the same way as it had in Rome. Artemis would go after her and that would be a much tougher fight for her than he had been.
Daphne rolled her eyes, "He is proud, you should've known you were getting an enemy for life." And she said that as a Blackwell, maybe Pan the god was even more grudgey. The woman smiled thinly, "Perhaps you should be a bit more worried this time around." Pan was related to a lot of vicious people who put family before anything else. It could end up pretty unpleasant. "That is not a threat, it is a fact." When younger, Daphne had been far more explosive and prone to threatening people, now? It was the last thing on her mind, why speak when you can do?
"Probably good, because I don't like liars." She dug into the jello taking a spoonful, chewing it - not that bad. "You could lie and say I'm molesting you, but then- like I said, I don't like liars. And we want you to get out of here soon, right?" Again fact, not threats. She wasn't going to tell him she would break his fingers, because Apollo probably already knew she would.
"I should be a lot of things that I'm not," he said as he absent mindedly picked at his bandage. "Troilus has already threatened my life. He's a lot more deserving in ending my life. I'll be fine or I won't. Such is life." Apollo had his family in this life. He'd like to think that Hermes would convince Pan to not try anything but he never knew. Khaos would probably just reincarnate him into another life. Death didn't seem to be very permanent for any of them.
"I'm far too medicated to make up a strong lie like that anyway." Stretching his arms above his head, he nodded. "I want to get home. My roommate has probably adopted a puppy and a homeless man or two." Also, him being home would negate his father's need to stand in the doorway and look at him sadly. They both missed his mother who had been much better at dealing with traumas like this.
Out of instinct Daphne made to swat Apollo's hand away when he began poking at it. Who was deserving of killing or not? "I don't think it works that way," For the first time looking very sincere and - well, like she was being less hateful of him. "People die all the time, deserved or not, it's irrelevant. You think that you deserve it to try and justify it, but in the end... we die because we die." However, none of this fate bullshit, fated to die? Well, yes, all people were, how? That was the fun part, getting there.
"Aren't you a god of truth or whatever? You shouldn't be lying anyway." A spoonful more and she had finished dessert, placing the cup back on the tray table. "You should tell him you want to get out. I'd sneak you out but then I'd be horribly tempted to kick you down once we're outside."
Putting his hand down, he looked chastised before shrugging. "Troilus's vengeance is definitely something that I deserve," he assured her. "There are few things I am truly sorry for but...Anyway, yes, death is inevitable and the reasons are irrelevant." Death was usually not his normal topic of conversation. He much preferred to speak on happier subjects. Straightening up, he looked over at her. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually so gloomy. "
He laughed softly. "Truth and prophecy. I never spoke a lie in my previous form which, when you're a god, is fine. Mortality and it's weaknesses don't really allow for that sort of devotion to the truth." Her next statement had crossed his mind several times but in his current state, he was sure it would be virtually impossible. "I probably could but then I'd spend the next week being hovered over and I appreciate your honesty."
Daphne just gave him a look, "A repentant Apollo, why not." She brushed her thumb along her lip looking thoughtful at his words. "I don't like anything but honesty." Although considering her position she could afford it a lot more than he could. "I suppose we have to be economical with the truth at times." She rolled her shoulders trying to get rid of the tension that being in this room was causing.
Unwarranted tension because it was not like he could hurt her in his state. Yet he made her uncomfortable beyond belief. "I should go now." Before someone (ie.him) got hurt.
He shrugged. He could understand her reaction, his reputation did precede him quite a bit and he wasn't repentant on some of his actions. "Time gives you space to think about what you've done." The curse he laid upon Cassandra was not his finest hour and he would take it back if he could. "I don't like lying but I understand the necessity of it now." Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Apollo hated how curious about her he was. She had decapitated him. He should want her dead. If he had still been a god, he would have seen her dead.
"Alright," he said. He was stuck between wanting her to go and to stay and hated himself for it. Picking his notebook back up, he grabbed a pen readying himself to get back to work on his music. "Feel free to take the last jello cup."
And so Daphne did exactly that, she didn't see why people bitched so much about the jello. It wasn't half bad.