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Avery Duffield ([info]phantomtruth) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2022-06-07 00:40:00

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Current mood: calm
Entry tags:apollo, avery duffield, erato, lyra campbell

WHO: Avery, Apollo, a touch of Lyra and Erato
WHEN: Sat 23rd April
WHERE: Avery’s place then Apollo’s penthouse
WHAT: Apollo needs someone he can rely on to get him coffee
WARNINGS: talk of Erato's torture



Avery smothered a yawn where he was reclining in bed, messing around on his phone instead of getting out of bed. He felt like he’d been getting up early for work every day for a month, and it was just so great to not have to rush out and get a story. He could stay here where it was warm, with one arm around Lyra’s bare shoulders, and not have to go anywhere or do anything.

It was kinda cool being married, honestly. Sometimes, like now, spending time in companionable silence, bodies lying close in the warm and comfort. He was thinking about asking her if she wanted a quickie but at the same time… he really didn’t want to move.

When he got the message from Apollo, he ignored it for a minute, because he didn’t realise what it was for. It took a follow up where the god changed his mind on the size and insisted on something bigger for him to take it seriously. Then he stiffened and half sat up, frowning at his phone. What the fuck? Apollo was asking him to go and fetch coffee? What was he, a personal assistant?

But- but but but- maybe he should go, right? Go and see what Apollo wants coffee fetched specifically by Avery for? Maybe?


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[info]lyra_yes
2022-06-06 08:34 pm UTC (link)
Lyra grunted in sleepy protest as her warm pillow-mattress-husband-thing shifted and dislodged her, never mind that her arm had just slightly been starting to go numb. She’d been pretty comfortable other than that, scrolling through the instagrams of the other girls in her trapeze class, occasionally making Avery watch something cool. “Whatchu doing?” she asked, squinting up at him, thinking that movement was too sudden to be a move toward breakfast or bathroom, and guessing at the next most likely explanation. “Is that work? Is more news happening? Ugh, it’s Saturday.”

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-06 09:21 pm UTC (link)
“Not exactly.” Avery pursed his lips, his thumb hovering over the screen, not quite replying. Lyra wasn’t going to like this. He almost didn’t want to tell her. He would though. He should. “Uh. Apollo wants me to pick something up for him.” His tone was neutral, not revealing his opinions on the matter, and he glanced sideways at Lyra.

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[info]lyra_yes
2022-06-06 09:23 pm UTC (link)
“Are you kidding?” Lyra pushed against the mattress till she was sitting up too, leaning over to try and see his screen, but there was a message from Apollo there. “Is he kidding?” she tried to get her mind round it that way instead, squinting, like that made it any clearer.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 05:32 am UTC (link)
“He doesn’t appear to be.” Avery tapped his fingers on the edge of the phone thoughtfully. “I think I’m gonna do it though. How long’s it been since we last saw what he was up to? And going to his apartment? Seeing that in person?” Was Lyra going to agree with him though? He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to or not. Give him an excuse to stay in bed, no matter what his curious, investigative side was telling him. And, underneath that, the little voice that wanted to impress a living god, even if Lyra didn’t think him worth impressing.

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[info]lyra_yes
2022-06-07 05:51 am UTC (link)
“What he’s ‘up to’ is being a rich dickhead,” Lyra replied, frowning at the phone. Being a rich dickhead and kidnapping her best friend for boat shenanigans, and although Lyra was still really mad at him about that, she hadn’t told Avery. She’d promised Rosario she wouldn’t say anything about the whole prophet situation, which meant she also hadn’t been able to rant about the kidnapping. Secrets sucked balls and she blamed Apollo entirely for needing to keep them. “This is part of some big stupid Apollo plot,” she pointed out, moodily. “Feels like you playing right into his hands.”

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 05:54 am UTC (link)
“Not everything is a big secret plot, Lyra,” Avery said with a roll of his eyes. “Sometimes a rich guy is feeling lazy and wants someone he can trust to bring him a coffee. I won’t even be gone that long.” He didn’t realise he’d made the decision before he was getting out of bed to pull on his jeans. Why did everything have to be about Rosario anyway? Avery could interact with Apollo without it being anything to do with whatever was happening with Lyra’s best friend.

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[info]lyra_yes
2022-06-07 05:57 am UTC (link)
Lyra looked at him incredulously. The hypocrisy! “Some things are big secret plots!” she protested, crawling over the side of the bed so she could fish her top off the floor and crookedly pull it on. She pointed at him, pointedly. “Some things are absolutely big secret plots, Avery.”

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 08:12 am UTC (link)
Avery made a face, and found one of his better shirts to pull on. It may be a coffee run, but he didn’t want to look like a slob. Especially not walking into Apollo’s building. “Coffee is not a code word. I’m going to investigate him while I’m there, okay? It won’t be a pointless exercise. I’ll even bring you a coffee too, if you want.” He turned back to look at her as he searched for where he’d kicked off his shoes. “It’ll be fine.”

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[info]lyra_yes
2022-06-07 08:16 am UTC (link)
Lyra sat back on the bed, in what was, admittedly, quite a bit of a sulk. She didn’t want him to go, but she didn’t want to sound whiney about it. She wanted a Saturday when stupid gods didn’t swoop in and steal her husband away with a text, that’s what she wanted. Neither of them had work today, that was so rare!

But she had to admit she was a little curious. A little. And that maybe Avery could be like, a man on the inside, or something. He was too smart to fall for Apollo’s charm, right? And yeah… she did want to know what he was up to, she really, really did (what if he had plans for their building just like, lying on his desk? That would be so good to know!) but she’d been looking forward to a day that was just them, so the sulk remained.

“Might take more than a coffee to make it up to me,” she said, folding her arms, but the curiosity did make it hard to sound as annoyed as she could be.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 10:15 am UTC (link)
“Two coffees. And a bear claw.” Avery found his shoes and stamped his feet into them without undoing the laces. “I’ll tell you what an opulent capitalistic garish nightmare he lives in, and how big his harem is.” He smirked at that, teasing her a bit, and grabbed his jacket. “Laters, Lucky.”

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[info]lyra_yes
2022-06-07 10:19 am UTC (link)
"No— hey," she said, and lunged forward to grab the other end of his jacket and use it to tug Avery back toward her, so she could insist on a goodbye kiss. Also, to get his attention so that when she broke the kiss she could point at his Trust No One poster, just to remind him. He'd promised her when he took the job that he wasn't going to start trusting Apollo, but just... Like, that poster was right there, and if he was seriously ditching her right now to go espionage without her, then at the very least he better not forget that.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 10:26 am UTC (link)
He had to go straight away or he was gonna laze out and get back into bed instead of heading off into the spring air and across the whole fucking city just to bring one rich idiot who apparently had never heard of ubereats a coffee. Why ask Avery anyway? Didn’t Apollo hire people to do this sort of thing? It was part of why he was curious, wanting to know why he’d been asked in the first place.

He got the specific coffee from the specific cafe as requested, and then walked across towards the building, not wanting to waste too much time and let the coffee get cold. He’d been here before of course, last Halloween, when the boy had been there and that girl yelled at him. No boy or girl now, and he was allowed past the desk without a problem. If only it had been that easy before! Avery checked his phone as he went up in the elevator, and sent Lyra a quick message- Almost there, selling this elevator could feed a family for a decade- sending it just as the doors slid open. He walked slowly towards the door, raising a hand to knock.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 10:32 am UTC (link)
It wasn’t just about the coffee.

Sure, Uber Eats existed and sure, any number of his frat would have been more than happy to hand-deliver a coffee and sure, if it had just been about the coffee then Apollo could have called down to the front desk and any of the staff would have gone across the road to get him a fix, though it was not technically in their job descriptions. It absolutely was not just about the coffee.

The coffee was important, though – Apollo was only allowing himself to sleep when Erato slept and it wasn’t enough, like a ten minute nap between two marathons wouldn’t be enough. He needed that coffee, but he needed a coffee and then some.

And, unfortunately for him, and for every other god he knew, Uber Eats didn’t offer a dial-a-believer service. Apollo wanted his coffee served with a side of awe. He needed it. He deserved it! He’d reformed Erato’s eyes, people should be falling at his glorious feet.

His glorious feet that, divine as they might be, did not feel quite the tools of athletic grace as they usually were. He had to take an extra moment upon standing – just the shortest possible moment, flexing his bare toes against the solid floor – to truly feel in control of his balance, but as soon as he was, he was striding across the apartment to pull open the door before Avery could knock. He didn’t want Erato to hear the banging and scamper out of the bedroom, afraid.

“Avery, you’re a godsend,” he said as he took the coffee, feeling pleased with himself because yes, Avery was quite literally a gift he was sending himself. “Come in, make yourself comfortable, but,” he cautioned, “don’t make any sudden noises.”

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 10:48 am UTC (link)
Avery’s mouth had opened as the door did, before he’d had a chance to knock. Of course he fucking did, he told himself, and took a careful step inside, enough to shut the door behind him. This place- this place was a fucking palace is what it was. No- a temple. It was all straight lines and gold and glass and the daylight streamed in through large windows making the whole place feel airy and open. There was a bust wearing sunglasses on a plinth over by a grand piano (a fucking grand piano! In a penthouse! How did they get it up here!?)

Wait, what was the bit about sudden noises? “Was there something else you needed?” he asked, keeping his voice down as he looked around, mentally comparing the classic sleekness of the place to his parents’ wealthy mansion.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 10:52 am UTC (link)
Apollo’s eyes lingered just for a moment on the door, making sure that it was perfectly closed before he did anything else. He wouldn’t lock Erato in, he wouldn’t risk her panicking that she couldn’t open the door, but he didn’t want it to drift open, either, and become a tempting passageway through which she could waft.

“There’s a box of pastries on the island,” Apollo told Avery, feeling no need to answer his question directly as he waved a hand toward the said, sundrenched kitchen island. The white bakery box sat on a marble countertop, with an artistic river of gold running through the stone, catching the light. “Take one, they’re delicious.”

He sat, or rather, he let himself fall onto the sofa, loose-limbed (loose but heavy), though his hold on his cup was controlled enough. The coffee was just as he wanted it, rich and dark and single origin, and he made a very pleased noise before he opened his eyes again, opened them on Avery, and nodded his approval.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 11:23 am UTC (link)
Oh good, the coffee was right. Avery lingered a minute, but then decided that he would take a pastry, because why not? He wasn’t in fairyland trying to avoid being trapped forever by weird food rules.

And also, why did he care that Apollo’s coffee was right? Like he did a bit, but it was only coffee, and only Apollo, right, Lyra wouldn’t want him putting much stock in it. But he still felt pleased that he got it right. He examined the danish he’d taken as he walked over to sit down on the edge of an armchair, and carefully took a bite. The pastry was buttery and light and perfect, but he was going to have to be super careful of the crumbs.

“So… nice place,” Avery said, looking around again. “It’s very classic. Classy.”

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 11:28 am UTC (link)
Apollo didn't rush his answer. Coffee, first, and while it worked towards his bloodstream he could do another self-assessment. His head still hurt, an ache that stretched from temple to temple, from his eyes to where it was seeping down the muscles of his neck. He was hungry, and a pastry later might help but it wouldn't be enough, a full steak dinner wouldn't cut it, just as a full night of sleep wouldn't be enough to refresh him.

Behind Avery, the wall was shifting. Apollo blinked to focus, watching as his bookshelf changed into a different shelving unit, two— then three— images of different shelves overlaid on top of the other, two with different sets of books, one with a stranger collection of equipment, comics, an abandoned coffee mug— Apollo blinked slowly, now focusing on shelves of heavy polished mahogany, a different kind of classy, and Avery shifted to a younger version of himself, one even less sure of himself than the young man sitting on his armchair in the present.

Apollo's headache squeezed in, like his skull was trying to crush his enormous brain. These layers of vision had started the morning after Erato's rescue, violent images of her recent past overlaid with sensual moments of further back but as vivid as either he'd also seen her robed in her favourite peplos, serving him wine on a rocky beach. The most confusing, migraine inducing lasagna vision he'd ever experienced.

At least, compared to Erato, Avery barely had any past to see.

"Mm, it is," he agreed, with a glance around his place (it didn't change, thank Zeus, the phenomenon only seemed to occur when someone with a past and future crossed his vision.) "Ever envisioned yourself owning a penthouse?"

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 11:37 am UTC (link)
“Ah- not as such,” Avery said, trying to be polite about it. He didn’t have a lot of interest in being wealthy for its own sake. He had the privilege of knowing what it was like, and knowing he had different aspirations. “I’m more interested in putting the hours in at my career- and hey, thanks for the leg-up, by the way. Really did me a solid.” He nodded to Apollo, wanting him to know Avery was grateful for him putting a word in. His current job was far more in line with his ambitions, and once he’d worked his way up a few rungs, he’d be almost there.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 11:43 am UTC (link)
Ah, so it seemed like reputation was more Avery’s currency than currency. Apollo’s lips twitched up a little in a smile. “I did, didn’t I?” he asked, without an ounce of humility, although he did raise his coffee cup as well. “I scratched your back and you scratched mine. Makes the world a better place, doesn’t it?”

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 12:02 pm UTC (link)
Avery was glad he had no debts to Apollo hanging over him, all the same. At least, he hoped he didn’t. He did not need an IOU to come back and piss Lyra off. “Sure,” he replied, and took a bite of his pastry. “Reciprocation is important. Getting this job has really pushed me to the next level though, it’s challenging me in a good way. So thank you again, really. I couldn’t’ve…”

Over Apollo’s shoulder, Avery’s eyes caught a flicker as a woman drifted past. For one horrible second his stomach seized up- ghost!- but then he realised that A: it was daytime, and B: that the woman was definitely solid, although where she’d come from he couldn’t have said. Her red hair tumbled loose and tangled down her back, and she wore an ankle-length white nightdress, like something out of a gothic novel. Avery thought he could hear very low singing, although it was very plaintive and unsettling. She went to the sliding doors that lead onto the balcony, her hand trailing delicately along the glass as she stepped out. Avery’s words were stolen from him as he watched her, a wistfulness and longing coming over him that was hard to explain. She just seemed so sad, even as the wind caught at the ends of her hair and tugged at her skirt, and she stepped towards the railing.

“Who is-” Avery said vaguely, half raising a hand to gesture towards her.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 12:06 pm UTC (link)
The vision was twisting and changing again, Avery’s voice was clear but behind it were overlapping and indistinct conversations, urgent, weary, confident voices and the tapping of multiple newsroom keyboards, he missed the addition of Erato’s voice until it was joined by the near-silent roll of the sliding door. He was slamming his coffee down on the table and shoving the heels of his hands into the sofa to launch himself to his feet, crossing the wide, open space to reach Erato before Avery could finish his question.

“Hey there, lovely one,” he said softly, stepping out onto the balcony at her side. He saw her fall, saw her weeping, saw her pressed in passion against the railing, saw her standing like a pale wisp of a woman before him, saw all of them and more as he reached tenderly to pick up her hand.

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[info]passionburning
2022-06-07 12:22 pm UTC (link)
She did not startle when he touched her, only turned her head to him, pale eyes looking lost. Perhaps she didn’t remember what she’d come out here to do, only that she’d wanted to feel the wind whip around her. Was that Musagetes, here to protect her once more? His voice, certainly, giving her some warmth. She sighed, curling cold fingers around his warm hand, and the tune she’d been humming became words instead.

“I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.”

Inside, Avery watched, completely at a loss as to whether he should go or not. This woman was clearly troubled, and it put a whole new angle on his view of Apollo and how he treated those around him.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 12:29 pm UTC (link)
As Erato sang, every other vision vying for Apollo’s attention started to fade away, till there was only this Erato, this shadow of her former self. He closed his fingers around hers, his other hand reaching up to brush her windswept hair from her pale face, letting her finish her song before he tried to guide her back inside. “Listen to me, I will bring joy back to you,” he swore to her, his voice tender. “You will know it again, believe me, I will not let you turn to dust. Come inside now, and eat a chocolate croissant.”

Locking the door to the balcony, he thought to himself, was not a foolish idea.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-07 01:43 pm UTC (link)
Avery watched silently, forgetting his own pastry as Apollo came back in and closed the door behind him. The woman walked as if her feet pained her, hanging onto Apollo’s arm, not acknowledging there was anyone else in the room. Her eyes were weirdly pale too. She meekly took the pastry she was offered, and delicately tore a corner of it off to nibble on.

Quickly, Avery looked away, realising he was staring and feeling terribly awkward about it. Looking down at his own pastry, he felt his appetite deserting him, his mind buzzing with curiosity over this whole situation.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-07 07:40 pm UTC (link)
Apollo kept one of his hands covering hers, where she held onto his arm, and when she let go to tear at her food he kept his hand on the small of her back, instead. He didn’t try to guide her to sit, didn’t want to distract her from eating when she needed food so badly.

He glanced over at Avery, who’d dropped his eyes. Perhaps a gesture of respect, perhaps not. “This is my guest, Avery. Do you remember Lyra’s husband?” he asked Erato when she finished her tiny nibble, curious about what memories she had access to. It had been difficult to judge, of late. “Avery, this is my sister, Erato.”

He kept his eyes on Erato, though, watching to see how she’d take the appearance of a young, mortal stranger.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-08 08:40 am UTC (link)
Of course Avery had heard the name. Hadn’t Lyra talked about her? Something about meeting her through a window halfway up a skyscraper? This woman was very not looking like the sort of person who would wave through a window at someone she’d seen on Instagram. But he’d done his research too, he knew who the Muses were even if he hadn’t met one before. This was the muse of romantic poetry?

“Hi,” he said, and waved a hand. She lifted her eyes to look at him, and it was hard to tell how interested she was. “Uhm, your singing was very nice.”

“It is the lark that sings so out of tune. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.”

“Oh.” Her speaking voice was lovely too, if a bit husky, even if he didn’t really know what she meant. Avery glanced at Apollo again, wondering if he knew. He probably did, he seemed to know about everything in his domain.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-08 08:45 am UTC (link)
Apollo stroked his hand down the ends of Erato’s hair, over the curve of her back, a tender gesture before he shifted around the island of marble and gold to his fridge. His eyes felt like they were starting to calm down, at least, and there was only one version of his hand reaching out in front of him to open the fridge and find her something to drink from its contents, choosing a bottle of rose lemonade he’d ordered for her specially. “Take this with your croissant, Erato,” he said, placing a cool glass in her hand and curling her fingers around it in encouragement. “Let’s not allow that throat of yours to dry out.”

Though the huskiness, he suspected, was more a product of prolonged screaming than it was of anything else.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-08 08:49 am UTC (link)
“Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears,” Erato said, taking the glass. After a moment, she wandered away again, going to fold down onto the floor in front of the glass doors and let the sunlight fall over her as she nibbled and sipped, her back half turned to them.

Avery knew he shouldn’t stare, but it was hard not to. She captured attention by her beauty and her strangeness. “Is she staying with you?” he asked politely of Apollo, hoping that he would explain what was going on.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-08 08:55 am UTC (link)
Apollo watched her for a long moment before returning to sit, this time in a seat that faced the windows so he could keep a watch over her. “Yes,” he said, reaching across the coffee table to take his drink again, with just the slightest grunt of effort. “Do you know her story?” he asked, because the Rosario-Lyra-Avery gossip chain was very short, and Rosario very much knew what had happened to Erato so the chance Avery knew it all too, he assumed, was high. However, the look that crossed Avery’s face suggested that chain was broken somewhere. Hmm, interesting. “She was taken,” he explained, to save the boy confessing his ignorance. “I won’t speak her captor’s name in her hearing, but she was taken and very badly hurt. I healed her.” He looked straight at Avery with a grave expression, wanting him to understand the seriousness of all that had passed and how mother-fucking epic Apollo’s part had been in it. “I regrew her eyes from nothing. Hence, I need a very strong coffee.”

He didn’t mind admitting a little weakness, here, because all that admission did was highlight just how powerful he could be. Avery had seen displays of his power before, of course, but not to the extent of regrowing eyes, and Apollo wanted to make sure Avery remembered – and wondered at – the kind of thing he could do.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-08 08:58 am UTC (link)
Taken? Honest to the gods kidnapped? Outside of alien encounters, it was not an area Avery had any knowledge in. But hearing that Apollo had regrown eyes was… Well he’d seen him heal a broken arm. It was that but so much more unnerving. Plus, knowing that someone had actually hurt another person to the extent of that sort of violent disfiguring made Avery get a sour taste in his mouth.

He swallowed hard, looking at Apollo anew. Fucking hell. Eyeballs were what intelligent design proponents were always banging on about, saying they were too perfect for evolution to create. Well now he had proof that a god definitely made eyes.

“Shit. I’m sorry,” he said, because he couldn’t think of anything else, and felt he had to say something. “That’s awful. You really did that?”

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-08 09:00 am UTC (link)
“I did,” said Apollo, and with a hefty and meaningful look, met Avery’s gaze straight on. “I would do all that, and more, for anyone under my protection.”

It was a weighty promise, but what sort of god was he if he couldn’t promise protection (and health, wealth, sight, and like, fucking everything?) to those who believed in him? It was a clear fact in Apollo’s mind that for the vast majority of his history, with only a few (justified!) exceptions, he made people’s lives unquestionably better, it simply was.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-09 11:48 am UTC (link)
Was that him? Was that Avery? The significant look and the "under my protection"? He sat up a little straighter, focused on Apollo now, occasionally glancing at Erato where she hummed softly to herself and dabbed up crumbs from her skirt.

"That is generous," Avery said respectfully, feeling a bit buzzy. "I- I want you to know that I don't share certain peoples'... reservations. I want to see the honest truth."

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-09 12:52 pm UTC (link)
Yes, thought Apollo, it was generous, wasn't it? It was good to be properly appreciated. "Yes, I get that sense about you," he smiled at Avery, not a huge smile, but a pleased one. "Reservations? That's a tactful way to put it." Maddeningly stubborn, that's how Apollo might have put it, although Avery's choice of words was indeed tactful, because there was no way Apollo was going to let anyone badmouth Rosario in his hearing. Interesting, his pause, though. Apollo was starting to guess at where the gossip chain might have fallen apart.

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-09 01:01 pm UTC (link)
Well, he wanted to be respectful to both Apollo and Lyra. He didn't want to badmouth her BFF behind her back, what kind of man would that make him? (Honest?) "I don't understand all her reasons," he explained, deciding to take the approach of ignorance. It was the safest way. "But I can see you are treating Erato with kindness and love."

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-10 10:53 am UTC (link)
Well, that right there was not so impressive; of course he was treating Erato like that? Why wouldn't anybody with eyes be able to see that? Surely even Rosario couldn't put a bitter spin on it, even though that was one of her shining talents. "Of course," said Apollo, glancing over at Erato again, who seemed to have settled a little into her patch of sunny warmth. Just how much bad press was he getting from Rosario, exactly? After everything he was doing for her? "Why would I treat her with anything less?"

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-10 12:33 pm UTC (link)
"Of course you would," Avery said hastily, because Apollo looked like he was getting a bit of an edge and he didn't want to be the cause of ill will. "She is important to you, of course." He was starting to feel a little uncomfortable, feeling like what he was seeing was not meant for his eyes. Rosario and Lyra by extension were both so fixated on Apollo manipulating for his own ends, but he'd looked genuinely concerned so far as Avery could see.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-15 10:14 am UTC (link)
Apollo narrowed his eyes at Avery just a fraction, but that's because the world was shifting again, and there were several Averys suddenly all moving at once and he needed to blink, hard, to squash them all back into one. Behind him a chorus of different Erato voices began to murmur, and as he turned his head toward her one of them screamed, though the sound seemed to come from somewhere far off, so he was fairly sure it wasn't happening now.

Fairly, but not completely. There were perhaps too many futures and pasts in the room and some of them were vicious.

He forced himself to focus on Avery, the present Avery. He'd witnessed Apollo, and his talents, and his power— it helped. Apollo meant it when he smiled. "You're a shrewd one," he told Avery. "Why don't you take an extra pastry for the road?"

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[info]phantomtruth
2022-06-21 11:18 am UTC (link)
That sounded like an invitation slash opportunity to leave. Avery smiled politely and nodded, loathe to refuse the offered hospitality. "Thank you," he said, rising to his feet. "I'm honoured that you thought of me to help you today. And I hope she gets well soon." He nodded towards Erato on the floor, her face turned towards the window.

"But love, first learned in a lady’s eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain,
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices."

Erato glanced back over her shoulder and met Avery's eyes, and for a moment his heart raced so that he felt breathless, sure and disconcerted that she was talking directly to him. She looked neither happy nor sad, but her look was knowing, and then she turned away again as if she'd forgotten he was even there. What the fuck was that? He shut his mouth and swallowed, taking a second before exhaling and looking back to Apollo to incline his head towards him.

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[info]apollolicious
2022-06-25 09:35 am UTC (link)
"She will get well," Apollo said, squinting against the ongoing headache, but not so much that it disfigured him. He'd watched Erato as she spoke, and watched her as she engaged with Avery in a way that she hadn't engaged with anyone since her rescue, as though she saw things clearly for a moment.

Only a moment, though.

As Erato's voice faded and she turned away, Apollo let the silence hang for a moment before adding "and soon is relative." Then he turned to face Avery, as Avery inclined his head toward Apollo, and Apollo's hauled himself up to clap his hand on Avery's shoulder. "I knew I made the right choice, calling you. Don't be afraid to do the same, if you need a pick me up. Now get outta here, truth seeker, and enjoy your weekend with your wife," he said with a smile, and a wink to see him off.

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