WHO: Apollo and Cin WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: The Hole and his penthouse WHAT: This is NOT a date WARNINGS: Talk of attempted suicide
Apollo was feeling pretty pleased with himself when he arrived at Cin's place. There was just something encouraging about inspiring terror in your enemies, something wholesome and satisfying about it.
He had to admit he was a little bit disappointed in Tragos' intelligence, though. Burying an immortal god a couple of blocks over from where you actually lived? Iiiidiot. Well, no one ever said Ares picked 'em for their brains.
But, hey, the boy's stupid choices had led him to Cin, and Apollo was pretty confident his stupid choices weren't over. The future wasn't an exact science, so he couldn't be one hundred percent sure, but past behaviour was a pretty good indicator of future performance, so Apollo's hopes were high.
He swung himself out of his car, having parked right up Cin's driveway incase the little shits decided to slash his tyres while he was inside, and rapped a funky rhythm on her door.