Aphrodite/Cynthia Carmichael (sex_bomb) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-08-15 12:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite, apollo |
Who: Aphrie and Apollo
Where: Miami beach pier
What: Just talking and catching up
When: today, in the afternoon
Rating; G
Aphrodite had drove her car around saw a few places that were for lease that she noted to look at later, but really this was to see Apollo. She parked near the pier he thought he was talking about, and walked out, soon deciding that she needed to take off her shoes. She slid them off and was carrying them in her hands, looking around the crowd, for a toe head.
She finally thought she saw a man with blonde hair sitting away from the crowd but enough to still hear and see the group. She walked over and plopped down by him She smiled and said, "If you are not Elton, then I am sorry I have bothered you, but if you are, do I have permission to hug my long lost brother, or is that taboo?" Her eyes sparkled but maybe not as bright in times past he might have known or seen her, it seemed in their green depths they carried things dark, and sinister, but tried to hide them well.
Apollo had parked himself far enough away from the group that he wouldn't have to deal with too many people invading his personal space, but close enough that he could really enjoy what was going on. He was leaning against a tree, cigarette in one hand and the other idly playing with an ashtray he'd set in the tree's narrow shadow. It was almost comfortable. Sigh.
When a woman plopped down next to him he made no immedeate indication that he was paying her the slightest attention until she got to the end of her little speech. He turned his head then, giving her a half smile. "I guess I can allow it this once, but I'll have you know that I wasn't lost; I knew exactly where I was the whole time."
She laughed and throw her arms around him enthusiastically, and added perhaps a naughty kiss on the cheek that he might not appreciate, but it was Aphrodite, she was always more then affectionate. "Just this once? And you think you are immuned to me?" She teased. "Oh well perhaps it was me that was lost then, or maybe just remiss." She shrugged playfully.
She scooted away though to not be too much in his face, but it was good to see him. "So, what have you been up to since the first time you texted me? Anything interesting?" She asked waggling her brows at him. It was easy for her to just sit and talk to other, even family, as long as they didn't ask too much of her, or make her think she was acting not in her character, or wanted a certain something from her.
He hugged her back, though it was a little awkward as he didn't want to catch her hair on fire. No more fires, thanks. "And what if I am immune, what then?" He supposed if she really tried, he probably wouldn't be, but just sitting there with her? Not all that tempted, despite all the noise from the pier.
Apollo shook his head. "I never do anything interesting anymore. Just a lot of packing recently; it doesn't help to know that as soon as I pack it, I'll probably be unpacking it. D says he doesn't have a lot of stuff, but I beg to differ." Grimace.
She shrugged. "Well, I suppose then I am losing my touch." But she seemed pretty blasé about it, and where at one time in her life she might have went off on him from pure ego alone, but she just sat there. She watched the people around he pier. She then looked back at him. "So, whose moving in with who? And no one knows how much crap they have accumulated until they pack it up to haul it somewhere else." She shrugged. "Thought of having a garage sell, to get rid of some of the junk you can part with?"
She went back to looking off into the groups doing whatever it was they were doing, and thinking. Then snapped back into concentrating on Apollo, it was far less dangerous if she just kept her mind on Apollo. "So, what has you so spooked with most family members? Are we all that bad...?" She then gave a smirk... "Don't answer that." Gave a light laugh, and rolled her eyes. "So, who upset you the most, might be the better question."
"He's moving into my place, and I don't think I have permission to sell any of his stuff. I'm getting the feeling he'd rather I just left most of it there, but...now that I've started I'm not going to do it half-assed." He finished his cigarette and reached for another, offering Aphrodite the pack after he'd tapped one out of himself. He squinted at the group on the pier as the chatter became more uniform chanting; he'd just been thinking about that song. Coincidence, most likely, because if his proximity was having some sort of effect on them, that meant a whole lot of...something he didn't want to think about at the moment.
Sigh. "I'm sure you remember how I used to be; I always got on everyone's nerves... I was an egotistical little bastard, but not without reason, mind you." He tried to grin at her. "There have to be people that would get such a thrill out of seeing me reduced to nothing. It's easier for me to hate everyone than to put myself out there and risk more humiliation."
She nodded her head at his response about packing, and shook her head at the cigarette. "Quit about five years ago, just keep smoking around me the smell is nice, but I think if I were actually to do more then inhale second hand smoke I would be hooked again." She smiled a little.
"[You know I remember that arrogant man, and I rather liked him... Always... Though I don't think you could rival my Ares in the arrogant department so I suppose that means I kinda like arrogant men.]" She shrugged. "[Hell, if you got it flaunt it, and baby... you still got it, you just might not have all the powers you used to have. SO WHAT!!! Big deal... Shit I use whatever little powers I have and I am down for a few days. Though you don't see me looking any less on myself.]" She then looked down and then back up at him. "[Try being the plague of the family, where you call your father and he says, now what did you do? Or when you lose count and identity of who you have scorned, and pissed off?]" She shrugged.
He tucked the pack away again. "What powers? I can't scry anymore, my healing's shoddy as all hell. I haven't been able to write a song or crank out any sort of art for the longest time now...The only thing I *can* still do without trying is tell when people are lying to me, but that's not terribly useful." He shook his head. "And as for being a plague? I bet I would be if I bothered with more of them. As far as I'm concerned, the Old Man can go die in a fire for all I care; we've had enough brief meetings in this life time to last us both the rest of eternity."
She blinked at Apollo, and then turned more to him. He heard him, heard his frustration, but there had to be a good way to put what she wanted to say, where she was not devaluating what he was feeling. It was good to be thinking about Apollo's problem. She liked it.
"[My brother,] you always had a gift for writing, maybe your thinking it is a power that you lost is what is blocking you from your natural gift. I don't believe that you have lost that, I think that something has you blocked. Maybe all this negative energy you carry about? Scrying, well I don't really know much about that, and your healing well..." She sighed, and shrugged.
"Things have just gotten worse since I moved down here; the reunion with my Muses was horrible, and things went downhill from there." He shrugged and gestured towards the mass of people on the pier. "I guess I've been feeling a little better since they showed up, but things have been so screwed up these past few weeks I haven't had time to sit and enjoy it. But even if they do make a difference, things will never be the way they used to, which might somehow be a good thing...maybe...I guess, because I don't think I remember how to be that Apollo anymore."
She tilted her had at him. "Your muses even look down on you?" She made a clucking noise. "Truly I never thought you that bad, I mean sure you were a bit puffed up but... " She shook her head. "You're making too much of this. I know I probably shouldn't be speaking as I really didn't really have that many powers, they seemed to be all natural. But your powers don't make you who you are..." She leaned into him setting her head on his chest her ear on his heart. "This... This what I am listening to right now... The thump thump of your heart... That makes you who you are." She looked back up at him moving away from him, just in case she made him uncomfortable. She was trying, but if that didn't get through to him she would drop it and talk about something else. She didn't want to dwell on his negatives, she wanted to bring him up some how.
"Some of them do. Some of them are just disappointed in me. I only really talk to three of them now; it's easier that way. I spent too much time and energy trying to keep them all happy like I used to and failing at it; I can't do that anymore." He laughed a little as she rested her head againt his chest and recited some psycho-babble at him; she was trying to help, he knew, but it didn't do much to change his feelings about the whole situation. "I really think that line only works on mortals; they'll never be more than they are now, and they're fine with that. I know what it's like to be more than this..." Stretch. "Oh well."
She nodded her head, she was beginning to understand the whole people thinking you a certain way and when you didn't pay forth, or you reacted in a way that was different well they sort of looked at you oddly. She was getting that a lot more lately. She didn't know what else to say. She lay her head on his shoulder, feeling him out, it wasn't anything anyone would do and wasn't to affectionate. "Your a tough crowd, but you can't say I didn't try.... BUT... Guess what? Still love you to pieces. True, I don't like this more maudlin Apollo, but I won't push you to be something that you either don't feel you can be anymore, or make you feel wrong for being so. The only thing I can do is accept you where you are." She shrugged.
She wondered if others could accept this less the Love Goddess, this self doubting, tense, and more touchy person. This haunted version of herself, that seemed to be growing day by day. She just had to keep busy, keep thinking, and get this store up it was bound to chase everything away and get her back to normal. She nodded her head into his shoulder even though no one had said anything the last few seconds.
Apollo did remember Aphrodite a little differently, but as he was having his own identity crisis, who was he to say anything to her about her's? Hopefully, maybe, they'd both get things straightened out for themselves in a timely fashion. Sooner, rather than later, and all that junk.
"Hey, at least you didn't tell me to run off and die. I consider that a plus," he said off-handedly as he draped an arm across her shoulders. Heh.
She cuddled a bit, there were certain things that the Love Goddess still needed, probably always would need, and that was affection. She craved it and maybe more now then the all empowering sex she used to crave from anyone she got a hold of in her past. Though, she did remind herself that Apollo and D were together, couldn't get too cozy, but she wasn't going to really be too worried about it, as Apollo had said himself that he wasn't all gaga over her.
"[Why would I do that? I have always respected you. I like you, not your powers, your powers were just a plus, but you know I can't hug, talk to, or laugh with if I could ever do so with your powers.]"
"That's, more or less, what Clio said to me when we met. I didn't...live up to her expectations. Or something," he said quietly, frowning. He thought about that meeting less and less these days, but it still hurt every time he did. "But...anyway. What about you? Find anywhere promising for your storefront?"
She frowned a bit not knowing if she had hurt him with what she said not meaning to or if he had understood what she had said. She decided she wouldn't go down there anymore, and went with his topic change. No need to push it. She just hoped she had made herself clear enough that she wouldn't be throwing any stones his way.
She shrugged. "A few, not sure if I want to be down here, or in the downtown district. What do you think? What do you think is the best location? Here at the beach, or downtown near all the other shops?" She looked over at him, kissing his chin a bit.
"Unless you're selling something people can use on the beach, I don't really think this is a good spot for a store. Sure, there are a lot of people here, but after the initial curiosity, you probably won't do much business." Not that he knew too terribly much about business, but it just seemed like common sense.
He let his head rest against the tree trunk again and closed his eyes. Comfy~
She cozied her head into the knock of his neck as it stretched back. She made an "mmmm." sound not in a sexual way, just a content way. The sun was shining on her, and she was with someone that really she never had any hard feelings toward, and he was making her feel comfortable, even if she might not be making him feel better.
It was the first time in the last few weeks when with others besides Ares that she actually felt she hadn't put her foot in it, over reacted, or wasn't seen to be acting like herself. She relaxed, and mumbled, "Yeah I suppose your right. Maybe for a bathing suit store but not lingerie." She nodded.
The whole thing was surprisingly comfortable, moreso than he'd thought it would be when he'd agreed to meet a sister he hadn't seen in centuries. Part of him thought he should feel a little guilty for the scene he'd caused a few days ago, but...there was no way he could have known how things would turn out then, and he'd just decided to play it safe. Even if safe meant arguing with his brother and worrying that he'd ruined their relationship by having too many issues.
"Besides, beachfront property costs more. Definately stick to downtown." Yawn. Warm. "I think Artemis has a store down there somewhere; a testament to how lousy I am lately, I haven't spoken to her in months. Not since we went hunting together." He should probably...do something about that.
Aphrodite lazily blinked not to surprised as D had said something to the affect that he hadn't even been in contact lately with his twin. "Hrmmm... yes, I ran into Artemis recently. She told me about a store, she was opening it with one of the muses, right? Forget the name. So many... Hard to keep track of." She then lifted her head, mirth in her eyes for a first time with anyone but Ares. "Do you even know all your muses' names?" She smiled devilishly.
"Polyhymnia, Erato, Melpomene, Clio, Urania, Calliope, Thalia, Euterpe, and Terpsichore," he replied instantly Of course he knew them all, even if he wasn't speaking to, or knew the where-abouts of some of them.
Anyway. "Ah, I don't think she ever told me who she was starting it up with...but I don't think it was a Muse, otherwise I would have heard more about it." He ran his fingers through the sand absently. Hrm~
She giggled. "Well, you might seem lacking to some, but to me I think you are mighty to just remember all of them. So many!!" She settled down near him again, laying on his lap, rather actually getting very comfortable with him, but again not really in a sexual way, or in any attempt to try to get one out of him, just well... Being normal? How odd was that? To actually not have a male all over her? She wasn't sure if she liked it or not. The injured Aphrodite that was from the kidnapping found it comforting, the other side just found it odd, but refreshing?
She looked up into Apollo's handsome face, her hand wondering to play in his hair. He was handsome, but weren't most of them? Well... Except for her ex-husband, she shuddered, and cringed at bit. Yes, she could lay here, maybe even be comfortable with just being here, no sexuality no having to turn it on, or feel like she had to be a certain way. It was sort of freeing, sure she was still the Love Goddess, and she would always be sexual to a degree, but she could also embrace this new mantra she had to not be sexual if others were in a special relationship. Maybe... just maybe she could quite doubting herself.
Apollo laughed. "Yeah, well, if you'd spent as much time with them as I did, you wouldn't forget their names either." Sort of like how he couldn't recall most of the Erotes' names, but he bet anything she could.
He cracked an eye open and glanced down at her. "I'm not complaining, just curious, but what is it with my hair? Everyone's always playing with the hair..."
She looked up at him again, and gave a bit of a chuckle. "Well, its so soft, and floppy, and it runs through your fingers so nicely... Enough said?" She winked, yes it was a bit flirtatious, but she figured if he took offense he could just tell to knock it off. She would.
However, she had to flirt some, it was ingrained in her. "Would you like me to stop?" She dropped her hand away. She knew he really didn't what guy didn't like there hair played with? It was just the relaxing quality of it.
He shook his head. "No, you don't have to stop, it just seems like that's the first thing everyone goes for and I could never figure out why." It's not as if he didn't anything special with it to make it irresistable. Not even any expensive shampoo to make it extra shiny...
She went back to playing with it again, and then mumbled a bit as she had closed her eyes again. "It is also a soothing thing I think to the one that is doing it. Almost a hypnotic type motion that your hand gets into." She shrugged. It was nice to just talk about physical things, or even something that could be taken as sensual to some so casually with no heat. It was still sort of odd for him, but comforting at this time, and like she had thought before a bit refreshing.
Finally she opened an eye and looked up at Apollo her eye that was open looked very serious. "You know... this feels really nice... I mean... Odd, but nice... refreshing. You ... You..." She sat up. She knew it.. she knew it would ruin it, but there was that moment that moment were for once she felt like a normal girl, not a sexual object, or dirty, or like she had here ogle me over here tattooed on her forehead. Sometimes, even for her it got tiring, and especially know with her mind so shattered it was.
That made sense, he guessed. Huh.
"I what?" Eh? Everything had been fine just a few seconds ago and now she seemed upset? D had said she was acting strangely, but he'd only assumed it was because he'd been upset. Maybe he hadn't been as confused as Apollo had thought.
She blinked. Sighed. There it was... The what the hell look. She shook her head. "I just meant... Oh.. Never Mind. You would probably think me batty and call the people that would put the white jacket on me." She looked away. She then sighed. Maybe... Maybe he would understand...
She looked at him again, and started slowly and softly. "I just sometimes feel like all I am to others is this sex symbol or something to grab and touch... And.. With you.. I just felt normal..." She looked away. "I know funny words coming from the Love Goddess eh?"
Snort. "I would be the biggest hypocrite alive if I said anything of the sort. I may already be a lot of things, but I don't want to add that to the list." Seriously. "It's ironic, though, that you're trying for normal and I want anything but..."
She shrugged. "It isn't that I am trying to..." She looked down. "I can't have that... Not really, but with you... I don't know it was just nice... Thank you." She smiled and leaned over kissing him on the cheek. "Did D tell you? What happened to me a couple months ago? Well.... That makes me think a bit differently about things. Wants me to be treated like a person from everyone else, not just some sex thing. I mean sure... I am the Love Goddess I will always crave sex, and I will always wonder... Hell Ares knows this, but I also know he will wonder too. But sometimes I feel like just a piece of arse... And I been feeling it a lot lately, and everyone just makes me feel worse because they are all mouth drop... What the hell is wrong with you... That is what happened with D..." She shrugged. "I don't know how to react, so I try to cover up... try to say I am sorry, but it seems to just make things worse. You want to be trapped in what you were, and I want to break out..." She looked up at him, letting her eyes really show how shattered she really was inside.
Apollo patted her back gently. "No, I didn't hear anything and I won't ask." It was apparent that it was something bad anyway; why has her to relive details? "I can relate, though, to people expecting certain things. I tried to keep up appearances, but one nervous breakdown was enough. I wouldn't advise that course for you; people will get used to it or get over it, but either way you ought to do what's best for you. Pretending everything is fine isn't high on the list." He dug for another smoke, and lit it up.
"As for D, he was drunk and pissed at me. You can't take anything he said to heart; only worry about what he says when he's sober."
She came back, to cuddle a bit again. It was nice to be understood, but she wasn't sure if letting go of all her old self was something she wanted to do either. She was still confused, and yes at some point, with someone she was going to have to look at what happened, to look at what was making her act certain ways, but that day wasn't today. She nodded, she lay her hands on his chest and lay her head on her hands on her chest. "Thank you... Thank you for not making me feel bad." Of course wasn't that pretty much what she had done? Yes she had questioned him a bit tried to maybe get him to see things weren't so bad, but then left him to himself. She loved him anyway he was, especially now.
It didn't matter that he might not have felt a connection toward her, but she had, and it was okay. She wouldn't force anything from him side, as long as every once and awhile he allowed her in to feel this. She closed her eyes, but she sighed. She knew she could keep him forever, and maybe this was enough for both of them. She wasn't sure, but to feel this just for a little bit was good for her. "Maybe I should go..." She said softly against his chest. "I don't want to wear my welcome, as I would like to be welcomed back again at some other day and time." She reluctantly lifter her head and smiled at him.
He returned the smile and leaned forward just enough to press a kiss to her forehead. "It would be kind of rude if I fell asleep while you were still here; all singing and the sun is ridiculously soothing." Just as long as he finished his cigarette first. "You should come by once we finish moving..." It would help to distract him from the fact that he didn't recognize his own house anymore.
She stood, and giggled now looking down on him a bit, but not in a mean way or anything just because he was still sitting and she was now standing. "I was about to fall asleep too, so I suppose If I were asleep, and you were asleep neither one would know the other were being rude?" She shrugged in a cute way, and tilted her head, "Sure, if I could drag Ares out to, do you think he could come to? Or would he be too much? I was just thinking a good old fashioned double date or something." She shrugged, that was a new thought for her. "Anyway, no matter what I am there." She grinned, blew him a kiss, and started to walk off toward her car.
"Ah, I'd leave him at home actually," he called after her. "We didn't part on the best of terms last time!" Actually, he wasn't entirely sure what had happened, as he'd been...not entirely well at the time, but he was reluctant to contact his brother and ask. Safer that way, really.
He leaned back again, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest. Just a little while longer and then he ought to head home.
Summary: Just bonding, and talking, actually the two at least this time seem to get along well.