#!sunshine

[mpapollo]

Sunshine

Open Starter - For anyone at the beach!

The weather had been lovely lately. Summer was in full bloom, and the heat had taken over the island. Apollo could no longer ignore his desire to enjoy the beach, to absorb up the rays of the sun and indulge in the warmth of the sand. He had been working so hard on the island for the last few months that he had barely spared a moment for his own enjoyment, too hyperfocused on establishing his PAC and the musical aspirations of himself and others. 

So having left his responsibilities to those of his assistant and managers, the god had just started a run along the beachline. And while it had been rather empty for the most part, as he got to a busier part of the beach, the god seemed to grow energized by those around him. The good weather and the good vibe around him, Apollo had needed this. 

And as he scanned the crowd, the god had grown a bit too distracted, bumping into someone who accidentally crossed his path. Apollo halted immediately in his step, grabbing onto the arm to stop them from falling. 

“Goodness. Are you good?”

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✂ // from Gansey

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“I used to have the biggest crush on you. Also Ronan.” Noah clamped his hands over his mouth, his cheeks bright red. “Ohhh my god I didn’t say that.” 

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     It was a celebration. Probably. Noah wasn’t entirely sure what was being celebrated, only that he’d been handed a few different drinks throughout the course of the night, and he was swaying on his feet a little, humming to himself. He waited around, finishing glass number something-or-another (he wasn’t keeping track) then he went to find Gansey. 

     Delighted when he spotted his friend, he hugged the other boy from behind, pressing an affectionate kiss to his jaw. “Hey. What’cha doing~?” He didn’t slur, but there was no denying the accent wasn’t hidden anymore. 

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pt3

It is not always grey, and sometimes poetic, he thinks.

Noah Czerny does not know how to handle being alive again. He can remember being alive before, and being dead, and he doesn’t know what he’s meant to do with this.

The lows still come. They’re different now, as though seen through new eyes-- well... maybe they were. Maybe he is new. But he’s still himself too.

They show up as steel blue, choosing not to eat. Food is unappealing.

They show up as faded, just faded like someone spilled water on the world and the color’s been damaged. Nothing holds his attention.

They show up as mist off the water, going through the motions. He knows he should react a certain way, he should go certain places and do certain things--

They show up as glacier white, laying in bed unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling and listening-- feeling the ley line below, wonder what what what what--

Only now he moves over to whoever is closest, he puts his forehead against their shoulder- usually it’s Gansey, sometimes it’s Ronan or Adam, or Blue. He doesn’t really know Henry yet, but he’s getting there. He holds onto whoever he finds and he apologizes but he doesn’t move, he buries his face because it helps and he’s going to be fine, he’s going to be fine--

But he’s not right in the moment. He’s not fine, he’s blue, he’s faded, he’s mist, he’s white- he’s broken but they all are, in their own ways. Maybe that’s what makes it easier- they don’t necessarily know through his vision but they know their own burdens.

Burdens they shouldn’t know but they do and here they are and Noah is so grateful- they’re here, he’s not alone, he has people who get it in some way or another.

It’s hard to explain just what’s wrong. There was inquiries, and confusion when his response is “steel blue” or “seafoam grey”- but it’s okay because he can lean on whoever it is, he can hold onto them and maybe not feel better but see that someday he will come out of the tunnel, just as he has before and will continue to do.

And he’s glad for it.

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➵

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I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

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based on this x

After being alive again, Noah is like ten times more sensitive than he used to be- as a ghost, and even being alive the first time, he was a sensitive soul. Things got under his skin easily, and it took a lot of work to hide it when something bothered him- and still does. 

He’s more in tune with things around him- the spirits that linger, the electricity in the air, the general magic of the world- since coming back from the dead. When the world was charged right before a storm-- Noah could feel it. He could hear the hums beneath his feet, the oncoming of a surge before it happened. 

It is definitely... trippy. He is so much more sensitive than he used to be, easily feeling left out or forgotten, trying hard to be-- ... something. He’s not sure what. 

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♂ ❤ ◎

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♂ : Sexuality 

  “… I mean to each his own, right? or her own. or their own. Whatever is whatever, do what feels good, you know?” Noah shrugged his shoulders a little. “As far as what I identify as, I guess… demi– or is it pan? Man I’m bad with labels.” 

❤: Opinion on love 

“There’s lots of types of love. Love between blood, love between friends, between kin, unrequited love, you know. List goes on probably. I’ve never been in love. I think it would be cool, but scary too.” 

◎ :Opinion on lying

“It’s easy to do to people who don’t matter. If you lie to me, I don’t matter to you.”