Elton Nius (tempertantrum) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2010-03-30 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | apollo, elton nius, erato, valentine ames |
Who: Erato and Apollo
What: Delivery and Angry!Sex.
Where: The Hospital
When: Backdated; Before [THIS] scene.
Warnings: Vague Angry!Sex. Swears. :O
To say that Apollo wasn't happy probably would have been a bit of an understatement. It was amazing, he thought distantly, just how fast his good mood could disappear; ten minutes, give or take, and he'd gone from mellow and content to wanting to rip someone's head off. Had it always been like that? He didn't think he'd always been that bad. Sure, he'd had a temper, but...
He blamed Erato. It was all her fault. Who the fuck did she think she was, sending him thinly veiled requests to come and play doctor for someone he didn't even know? After all she'd done to him, after all she'd put him through... She'd always been one of his more impulsive sisters, but he'd tried to give her credit, tried to believe that she had some sort of intelligence. Clearly he'd been blinded by love, as ridiculous as that sounded. She was an idiotic, conniving little bitch who thought just because she had large breasts, a pout, and professed how sorry she was on a regular basis, everyone would just do whatever she wanted. She didn't really know him at all, did she?
As he headed up to the hospital doors, he paused, swore, and headed back to his car to pull the small cooler out of the trunk. The only reason he was doing any of this, he insisted to himself, was because if he didn't, the chance that people would start to bitch was uncomfortably high. That and he didn't want Hades sneaking up on him again and manhandling him into going to the hospital. The only reason. Everyone else liked it better that way, too, didn't they; they didn't have to even remember he existed until someone needed patched up.
Now, what the fuck was this guy's name again?
Val was getting a Kit Kat from the vending machine when she saw Apollo, and all the ire from their exchange came back with full force. It wasn't like she wanted to go out of her way to bother him! She knew he was pissed at her, but that was no reason to just...to just not care when their family was in trouble! She made her way over to him, clearing her throat. "I'm surprised you decided to show up."
"Don't give me that bullshit. You knew damn well that I'd be here eventually. I'm just saving everyone the trouble of ripping me a new asshole once you go whining about how mean and inconsiderate I am," he snarled at her as he moved away from the nurse's station. No need to ask them now, and besides, they probably wouldn't have told him what room it was anyway, with his demeanor.
"Yes because I have nothing better to do than whine about you. That is obviously how all of life's troubles are solved. By whining about you," Val muttered, rolling her eyes as she made her way back to Herakles's room. The hero was resting for now. She made a gesture for Apollo to be quiet as she entered the room.
"Crying does seem to be what you're best at; no use denying your talents." He chose to ignore her request for him to be quiet, and dropped the small cooler on the table in the corner before glancing at the man on the bed. There was no healing him, not in a place like this, it would be too conspicuous, a fact that made the whole ordeal that much more irritating; he'd had to come all the way out here to drop off the damned serum. He wasn't a delivery man.
Val stood there, waiting for Apollo to anything. Instead he just stood there and made grumpy faces at Herakles. It took all the strength in her not to let out an audible sigh of irritation...she really wanted to do that.
Apollo turned to glare at her. "What? Don't tell me you thought I was going to come out here and waste my effort on him; that'd be idiotic. Once the poor thing has recovered enough, you can give him the injection. Think you can manage that without screwing it up, or do you need supervision so the medical staff doesn't catch you?" Ugh.
Val frowned. He wasn't being quiet enough! Herakles needed to rest! Scowling, she dragged his arm along, pulling him into the hospital room's bathroom and closing the door behind them. "Why don't you heal him yourself? You're already here. I thought that was what you came to do!"
"Oh, yeah, that'll go over real well. Could you, just for a moment, try not to be a complete fucking moron? We're in a hospital! What do you think they're all going to do if he's suddenly all better? Let him get up and walk out? Sorry, sweetheart, but your chew toy is going to have to suffer through this one on his own. I came here to drop of his meds, since that's about all I'm good for; now it's all you, since you're so attached to him." So there.
Val just stared in disbelief at her brother's coldness. "How...how can you just not care?" She really didn't understand him. This whole terrible situation didn't even seem to phase him! She gave him a little shove against the wall. "How can you not care about what is happening to your family?"
Scowl. "What would you rather I do?" he asked, slapping her hands away from him. "Sit down and cry about it? Settle into some paranoia? Why should I be concerned? If this is the worst they've got, you said it yourself; I already know how to fix it. Besides, I never liked him all that much anyway; half of this 'family' hasn't been my family for decades. Sorry if that's something you can't seem to grasp."
It wasn't that he didn't care. Really. Deep, deep down, he did. But after so long...well, it just didn't matter so much anymore.
What was wrong with Apollo? Val wished there was some way she could snap him out of it--some way she could get him to see that these things did matter. She was tired of backing off whenever he got angry like this. She just wanted to shake him. So she did. She just wanted to slap him. So she did that too. She just wanted... Her lips were on his without thinking.
That? Caught him off guard. The hitting more than the kissing, really. None of his sisters had ever hit him. Most of them knew better. The kiss continued for several strange moments before Apollo shoved her, apologetically against the opposite wall. "Don't ever...hit me again."
In retrospect, trying to enforce that with another kiss? Probably not all that convincing.
Val had an apology on her lips when he started kissing her again. She hadn't meant to hit him. It had just sort of happened in the heat of the moment. Just like her hands were tugging on his shirt all of their own accord. She was lost. She was scared. She needed Apollo right then.
Best that she hadn't apologized; he wasn't exactly in the mood to accept it anyway. It occurred to him, distantly, as he smacked her hands out of his way again, that this was a horrible, horrible idea. More importantly, though, was that if she didn't stop grabbing at him, he couldn't get her damned clothes off. Shit, did she have to make EVERYTHING difficult?
Val moaned against his mouth, relinquishing her grip on his shirt for a moment while he stripped her down. He hadn't been very gentle about it, had he? She'd just have to teach him a lesson about being gentle. She nipped hard on his lower lip--one good turn deserved another right?
A lesson, huh? Pity he wasn't in the mood for learning anything. There wasn't exactly room for 'gentle' in what was going on, though he stopped short at breaking skin. The way he saw it, if she left the room with a couple of bruises, it was no less than she deserved, and he wasn't going to waste his energy healing her up. Now turn around.
Val let him spin her around, moaning softly against the wall of the tiny hospital bathroom. A dim thought in the back of her head was telling her that this was a wildly inappropriate venue for this kind of reunion, but the thought was quickly lost in a flurry of heat and action. She didn't revisit common sense again until later when they were straightening out their clothes. "...so."
That seemed to be contagious; what the hell had he been thinking? He turned his back on her as best he could as he redid his pants, and then checked his reflection in the mirror. After a few moments spared for combing his fingers through his hair, he opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the room. So.
"I'm still pissed at you," he said, but the statement lacked a lot of it's usual conviction. "So don't go getting any ideas about how things between us are all puppies and rainbows now."
Val nodded, her gaze averted to the floor as she stepped back into the room and made her way to the bedside chair. Maybe for a moment she had let herself believe that this had changed the situation between them, but she knew it was much more complicated than one quick fling could fix.
He wanted to comment on the fact that she looked like she was pouting, but restrained himself, somehow, and crossed the room to where he'd left the cooler. He opened it, double-checked the contents, and then stepped away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Anyway. I've done my part. If you're going to hang around here you can take care of the rest."
"Thank you for coming and doing this," Val murmured, glancing up at him and offering him a small but sincere smile.
When the urge to roll his eyes came this time, he didn't stop it; all he'd done was play delivery man. "Whatever is left, you bring it back to me, do you understand?" He glared at her a little, to ensure that she knew it was serious. "No keeping it for later. No showing it to anyone else first. You keep it chilled and you deliver it back after he's taken his dose, and don't think you and lie to me about how long it took him to recover; no only is that a stupid thing to do where I'm concerned, but I already know how long it's going to take." So there.
"I wouldn't keep it," Val said, blinking incredulously up at her brother. "I don't have any kind of use for it except helping him!" Now she did pout, amazed at how little her brother allowed himself to know her or remember anything about her. Hadn't they been close? In spite of the sex, it didn't feel like there was any intimacy between them now. "You should go."
Sigh. "I didn't mean it like that, all right? It's just...very important to me." Sometimes, the shining liquid in that tiny bottle was the only thing that kept him going. Not recently, but in the past it had, and he didn't fool himself into thinking that it would never happen again. His supplies were limited now that he didn't have access to the labs that Hades had provided him, and if he lost any of the vials it would be a small tragedy.
He turned away from the bed, pulling out his phone and a pack of cigarettes in one hand as he headed for the door. "Right. I'm gone." Toodles.
Summary: Apollo shows up to bring his magical drug and ends up in a compromising position with his sister in Herc's bathroom.