WHO: Prince Apollo Avery & Princess Brianne Avery WHAT: A Talk Of Twins WHEN: Friday 1 June 2001, Mid-Evening WHERE: Royal Palace RATING: Low STATUS: Closed//Ongoing
The bottle paused at his lips, the dozenth or so sip that had numbed the burn long ago. It was late and had things not progressed as they had throughout the week Apollo would have been out with Marco without question. But with the attack, life had suddenly become far more complicated. His inability to do a great many things that had rushed to his mind had set a long train of thoughts in motion he had yet to stop. Hopefully, with the help of the whiskey at hand, he could finally clear his thoughts. Horrid, terrible thoughts that maybe, perhaps just a little, his parents had been right. Though he hadn't the courage to give such terrible thoughts any real power.
Balanced atop the railing of the balcony just outside his study, Apollo sat looking upward with a lazy stare. The stars had only just begun to shine and his bottle was only half empty. Still, his state of dress told more to his staff than anything else did and he was glad after years they had finally learned a few things about him. A plain dark grey shirt, light blue button shirt open to the night air and jeans told the staff that Apollo Avery, not the Prince sat atop the balcony. The lack of shoes and socks as well-warded them against bothering him, though they hovered in shifts as if partially afraid he would jump.
After a deep exhale he brought the bottle to his lips again and after a swallow pressed his mouth to his right wrist, where the pulse beat lazily. Apollo paused then, as if reluctant before he murmured the words that would call his twin. The words only needed to be whispered but Apollo didn't quite trust himself to keep their existence to himself after so many sips of the bottle. And he knew, without any doubt that she would appear as swiftly as she could. She had never given him any cause to doubt otherwise and knew this time would be no different."I'm Light. You're Love."