“You don’t seriously believe in this bullshit, do you?” Orrin asked, swiping the booklet out of the other’s hands as he passed behind them. He flipped it over, reading the back of it with a roll of his eyes. “Bunch of mumbo-jumbo, this stuff.” It was difficult to see, considering how pale and thin the hairs of his brows were, but he was definitely arching one.
"It is history," Apollo replied, his tone barely concealing the anger bubbling in his chest. His books were his precious belongings, and having one ripped away from his hands, mocked in front of his eyes - Well, that did wonders to his mood. "History be just like that." Standing up, he took his book back, and shook his head. "What is your problem with history books? Did one of them personally killed you?"
“All I’m saying is a small bake sale could go a long way. I’ve made over a thousand dollars already this weekend alone and it could go to families in need.” She added the finishing touches to the cupcakes she had on display in the hallway of the church and then gently smacked the hand that tried to reach for the frosting. “It’ll be a dollar if you’re really thinking of touching that.” She smiled, trying her best not to let her laughter take over. “Think of the children.”
His hand froze midway as soon as her words hit his ears, a grunt sounding low in the deep of his throat. "A whole damn dollar?" In all honesty, Apollo hardly heard a word of what she said before. Families in need, or something. Distraction wasn't something Apollo normally allowed, but today, it clouded his mind - Like a heavy fog, forbidding vision. Yes, he noted, it felt as if he was standing amidst thick cold fog. Perhaps it was the church; he didn't know why he chose to step inside the place - Or perhaps it was just one of these days. Either way, Apollo needed to get it together. "Honestly, darling, you could be making much more for those. It's amazing that you are doing this for a good cause, but honestly, those-" he picked up a cupcake, -"are worth more than that." Reaching out inside his jacket's pocket to fetch his wallet, he held the cupcake up, "I'm paying for this, by the way." As he handed her a dollar, he stood back, not quite wanting to leave just yet. "Do you make a habit of helping people?"
“Missy, for the love all that’s holy n’ the grace of god don’t touch- come back here,” Larkin hollered when the hound took off to greet the other. It was his mistake that he had a loose grip on her leash, but Missy was usually well behaved. Well, except when it came to the people she knew and loved.
He felt the snot bumping against his hand before he could make sense of the situation. Of bloody course. Although, the annoyance was only superficial. Strangely enough, his anger quieted down today. Kneeling down to pet the dog with a soft “Hello, darling”, Apollo gave the other one of his few rare smiles, chuckling at it all. "Can't control this cute beast of yours, mate?"
"I thought you had retired, old man," the words were spoken in lieu of greetings. There was no need for fake pleasantries, no time for such futile things. Still, his voice held no bite - The tone was dry, as if Apollo had just informed Griffin of the television nightly proclamation. But a hint of sarcasm laced his words - mirth, even. The remark was as pleasant as Apollo could be, and Griffin knew that.
Sitting on the back of the diner, the boy glanced outside the window, watching the night pass them by. He could be sleeping, sharing his bed with meaningless people, and yet - Griffin has always been someone Apollo could tolerate, and he truly didn't mind much being around the man. Could even find himself want to chat with him, outside of business -
"What you need me for?" But today wasn't one of those nights. He raised a hand to brush a lock of his hair out of his face, grunting lowly under his breath. "Planning to commit a murder?"
i’m finally around to write, so if anyone would like to plot with apollo or do some threads, just hit me up here or IM me for my d*scord and i will glady give it away !!
— garrett hedlund + cis male + he/him — have you seen apollo skjeggestad? they sure have been hanging out at the comfort dinner a lot recently. they are a thirty year old known as the aristocrat, and they currently work for the cobras as an arms dealer, which they’ve been doing for four years. a straight virgo, they are intelligent + protective, as well as impulsive + aloof. neon lights, streamy cups of coffee, piles of books scattered around.
TW: Violence, Weapons, Death, Brief mention of abuse, Gambling
Las Vegas is no place for young bright children with galaxies in their eyes. The Skjeggestad twins learned that quick enough -- But just because the lesson was fast, it doesn't mean it wasn't harsh.
Artemis and Apollo Skjeggestad were born during a hot summer night, the desert as quiet as it has ever been. Artemis cries broke the silence, but Apollo made no noise when the nurse cradled him. From the beginning, he was the quiet one from the two.
The twins were not born out of love, but a need for heirs - thus, they were raised in a loveless house. Her parents would pretend to care, and perhaps they did in their own way, but children could always notice the lack of love. It was no surprise when Apollo and Artemis became inseparable. They would often raise hell together, a storm causing havoc wherever it passed through.
Despite being quiet, Apollo was fierce and full of mischief, and the boy was known for starting fights or making pranks. Sometimes, it was both at the same time.
The twins were never shielded away from their brutality of their father's business; dead bodies, weapons, dirty money - It wasn't pretty, but they had to be prepared to take over - Especially Apollo.
From a young age, Apollo knew he was meant to take his father place, and the knowledge left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Apollo always enjoyed life; driving through the desert, drinking, doing races, campfires - He enjoyed partying.
He gambled, danced, and fucked like there was no tomorrow - Not caring about his father's rules or his father's deals. He would swallow down his anger, keep his head down and do whatever it was told.
He would have settled for this life, but fate had other plans, perhaps.
The Skjeggestad family were known for their violence, and the twins wouldn't be spared punishment. Apollo always endured, for the sake of his sister - Always taking the brute force and the blame for mistakes he perhaps didn't commit.
But when their father left a handprint mark on his sister's cheek, Apollo didn't think twice - Jumping on the man and almost knocking him out.
At 19, the twins packed whatever could fit in Apollo's car; money, clothes, books, jewelry - Everything they could take, they did. And, before their parents could stop them, they left the house.
The road took them to Valdez, and seeing as Apollo knew no better, he joined the Cobras.
It was only four years ago he became an arms dealer - Having a vast knowledge of weapons.
Apollo is extremely close to his sister - Seeing her as his only family and best friend.
He can be rather cold and distant, preferring to keep his feelings locked inside and get the job done.
This boy loves to read. He has piles and piles of books, and can always be found with his nose deep in the pages of some book or another.
Only care about one person; his sister
Has a lot to unpack; the abuse, the weight on his shoulders, the fear of his parents finding them after all those years - But Apollo simple shoves it down in the base of his spine, and doesn't talk about it.
Is constantly getting hurt because of fights.
Despite his sharp edges, he can be a soft boy.
Would do anything for his sister.
Sarcastic asshole
Probably murdered a man once.
Do not call him before 10am or he might murder you.
Hello all! It’s Frey again with this trash bag of a muse!! I will write a real bio for Apollo soon, but in the meantime, have this bad intro!! If anyone would like to plot with him, just message me or like this post and I will (once again) slide in your DMs!! I’m open to any plots so gimme it all
