𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐬 a dependent , private , mutually - exclusive depiction of 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 from hercules for grimsbyfm. written and loved by dani , twenty6 , she / they , gmt.
crisp winter day , the unexpected beaming sunshine brings the early signs of spring as it alights the town square. pink and red decorations seem more vibrant , smiles more genuine , and children's laughter louder. his voice , low timbre with the irish lilt he could not explain , had echoed for a while. the melodies weaving a path through the people like arrows , or so he hoped. he finished his last song , stored some of the dollars and quarters that had been tossed into his guitar case into his wallet , before putting the guitar back in its rightful place. for weeks now , he had been working on a lyre. the old gift from his half - brother had , as far as he could tell , not traveled with him. the guitar , though suitable , was not his instrument of choice and though his skill came naturally ... he required a replacement. clasping the lid closed , he swung it over his shoulder. " you can have it , if you want , " he said gently , gesturing to the apple box he had used as a seat , when the crowd had dispersed and one person lingered behind. " it's not the most comfortable , though. must warn you there. "
dg tilts her head back to the sky , watching the threat of a storm as it hangs just above them . they should get inside , it would be safer - but she can’t bring herself to . another tornado would be both a curse and godsend all at once , though the likelihood of one is slim to none . she can only pull her legs closer against her as she watches the clouds roll in , sighing as the air grows cooler . it's not like they'll be soaked if it does start , covered as they are - but she offers an out anyways .
watching the sun fade behind the clouds usually brought some kind of sadness and exhaustion , but there was such static in the air that no matter where he turned , he felt electric. staying out , staring at the forming darkness separating them from the sun ... he did not mind it this time. the tall torso turned to the blonde beside him for a moment , exploring the small lines in her face from where her muscles tensed. " i'm good , " he responded casually , allowing his gaze to linger for a moment before following hers and staring back up at the incoming storm. " why do you want to stay out here ? " no judgement tinged his voice , simply a desire to understand , to seek truth from her.
✧ . "𝙽𝙾, 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙻𝚈; i promise she doesn't bite." the oncoming sunlight created a halo around the crown of their head as ella smiled. one hand perched on the head of a fluffy cream-colored alpaca while her other outstretched into the pen of a donkey which trotted up to meet her. "i wouldn't recommend trying to feed this guy," with a chuckle, she affectionately scratched the head of the alpaca, "but yikka loves carrots. would you like to feed her while i get your apples?"
a brief glance down at his hand , stretch of the fingers he used to produce song on his stringed instruments , guitar and when he finished his project , his beloved lyre , a small huff escaped his lips. " i don't think so. " dorian took a small step back from the animal. " this llama , alpaca , camel ... thing , " he gestured with one hand , " and that donkey are not coming anywhere near me. " animals were not his forte , particularly not these ones that smelled. seeing the look on her face , however , he conceded. " though ... i suppose i can watch them for you. "
location : around town
time : around noon, feb. 14th
status : open
she looked down at what remained in the box, knowing she couldn’t ( shouldn’t, really ) have any more if she wanted to escape the afternoon without an incident. sylvia hadn’t meant to eat quite so many sweet treats, but just one was never enough. especially when they were so damn good. clearly wakey bakey had made a killing off her today, and no doubt would continue to make one as long as anything vaguely sweet was involved.
“want one?” she asked holding up a take-out box of treats towards the person. “i got talked into getting a dozen, and i seriously can’t eat any more of them.” one look into the box would show that a quarter of the dozen valentine’s day sweets were already gone, and sylvia was a bit of a sweets snob. she couldn’t handle eating leftover, semi-stale baked goods the next day. “i can’t eat all of them myself,” she added, a small smile on her face as she lightly shook the box as though it would make them more appetizing than they already were.
green eyes gazed across the crowd , residents of the small dreary town walking about with a spring in their step that he recognised only as love. young love , love that had persisted for a long time , familial love ... it was not something he related to. however , whether mundane mortal intuition and insight or some lingering effects of his divinity ( he convinced himself of the latter , but truly suspected it was the former ) he saw himself perfectly fit to decide whether their love would stand the test of time. so , that was what he had been doing until he was pulled from his thoughts.
the scent of freshly baked sweet treats filtered into his nose and pushed all thoughts of the future from his mind. " it would be rude to say no , " he grinned , long surprisingly graceful fingers for his tall stature picking up one of the biscuits from the box. the irish lilt in his voice , one he had inhabited when he appeared in this forsaken town evident in his voice as always. " handing out biscuits is certainly one way to make yourself popular on valentine's , " he teased lightly.
( DARYL MCCORMACK. CIS MALE. HE / HIM . TWENTY NINE. )
𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶 from hercules has found themselves trapped in grimsby. though here they go by DORIAN BOSLEY. they reside in virterre creek, and have been passing time working as a BARTENDER at the strip club. according to the people around town, they're often seen BUSKING IN THE TOWN CENTRE and they've also mentioned that they're just as - self - centred and flighty, but as + ambitious and galant as ever. + sun shining through autumn leaves , first sip of iced coffee in the morning , the cold side of the pillow , the lingering silence after a song that warms the heart. always seems to remind people of them. i wonder how well they'll do around here.
hi all ! my name is dani , my pronouns are she / they , i'm 26 , in the gmt timezone and i'm super excited to be here. i can't wait to plot with all of you. x
𝑩𝑬𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬
growing up on olympus , amongst divine family and worshippers , apollo's life was easy. all things beauty and grace handed to him on silver platters , nectar flowing , offerings made ... the young god lived a life of luxury. the ultimate luxury , perhaps. born to the king of the gods , zeus , and leto , a titan goddess of fertility. stepmother hera never too pleased about her husbands infidelity , she still took somewhat of a liking to the twins , as much as she was able. time on olympus was imperceivable by mere mortals and frankly , the gods cared too little to pay attention. the twins were tied at the hip , but polar opposites. the twins grew and where his twin artemis became known for her hunting , her chastity , passion and protectiveness over women , he became known for his music , association with the sun and with prophecy. often taking a leaf out of his father's book , he held many partners of any gender , never finding himself quite satisfied.
royal and divine duties were not what he longed for. the wind in his hair , shooting his chariot across the sky , finding seers and providing them with gifts and prophecies , it was fun and all , but it was what he was supposed to do. he desired rebellion. often blinding in with mortals , walking alongside them and providing them with song and offering them reflection. his lyrics , his lyre , the melodies tinged with magic , often proved insightful , showing him and many others what was yet to come , though if anyone asked , he was a simple bard. the curse that fell upon them was something , however , he had not foreseen.
𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬
finding himself torn from luxury , from the life he had always known , grimsby was something new. the days seemed long and dark , desolate , and he realised that the trips he had taken into the world of the mortals had been fun because it had been temporary. when he was done , he found his way back to mount olympus , among ( somewhat ) loving family , with duties to fulfil but no consequences or worries. rebellion did not taste so sweet now. as the days progressed , however , the two seemed to blend together. duties , whether it was driving the sun chariot across the sky or blessing seers with prophecies , it was not much different than pouring drinks for people at a bar. they poured their hearts out to them , and he held up a mirror in their face with carefully chosen words. his love and talent for music and song was still with him , though he had to rely on skill rather than divine sense to get him ahead now.
to work for his livelihood ... it was fulfilling. nothing came easy to him but perhaps that was the way it was meant to be. that tinge of fear always lingered , though - as a god , he was nearly indestructible , but here he was mortal. he wondered , at times , what would happen to him if the mortal world proved too lethal for him. would he return to his life on olympus , to hades in the underworld ? or would he find himself stuck in a limbo for eternity. philosophical questions such as those , he now deals with in song , often found busking in the town centre for tips and in hopes to touch someone's heart with a well-chosen word or rhyme.
𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑰𝑫𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑺
he wakes up to watch the sunrise every morning , and often tries to catch the sunset. his night and day cycle follows the sun , sleeping more in winter months and less in summer months. he often wonders if it is helios driving the chariot now and watches the colours of the sky change.
despite the fact that he has learned to appreciate the mortal life , he still longs to return home one day , and is scared to get attached to anyone in case he may one day lose them again.
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