#aethericalis

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@aethericalis

"I swear, the Fates just love to rile me up. Said I have to wait for a while before they can see me because...because! I don't know! Ugh. How tedious."

Apollo prattles on as he unceremoniously dumps himself into the seat next to Thanatos, not particularly caring what he's doing or how busy he might be. If there is one thing Apollo needs at all time, it's some form of attention or entertainment, lest he find himself practically dying of boredom.

So he huffs, crossing his arms, obviously irritated. "As if they expect me to spend all day down here.." It's utterly dreadful to Apollo, dark and cold and terrible. "But I suppose I have little choice. What a mess."

[phantasiiae]

” i don’t want you to miss me. it’s tearing me apart. ” ( dion to terence for uh...that moment. u know which one :^) )

Sacred romantic moments || Accepting

"...You're asking the impossible of me, Dion," Terence mutters, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. How could he not? He knows why Dion is asking him to leave...it doesn't have to be said, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. The thought of never seeing him again after this is almost too much to bear. It's like a storm raging within him, wanting to defy him, wanting to beg him to change his mind, wanting to tell him no, no I could never leave--

Though Terence supposes he's always been loyal to a fault, hasn't he?

Taking a deep breath, he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, trying to calm the pounding of his heart in his ears. It feels like his entire world is being torn asunder, but he will push on, as he always has. "I will do as you ask, but only under the condition that we will see each other again." He knows it's an impossible promise to make, but maybe having some small sliver of hope would make things easier. "Promise me. Or else I'm staying."

[audaciiaearch]

∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . (than to apollo !)

Nonverbal prompts || Accepting

Apollo blinks, his arms crossing when Thanatos, rather rudely, might he add, turns Apollo towards the exit. He scoffs, wriggling out of his grasp and turning back around to face him, a small pout appearing on his face. He had only come down to speak to the Fates about something, which is usually the only reason why Apollo ever comes down here. He doesn't like the Underworld much. It's dark and cold and smells horribly of death. Plus, he sticks out like a sore thumb, all glowing and golden and the only source of warmth this far down.

"You don't appreciate my company? Why not?" he whines, huffing a little. Apollo is usually more than eager to get out of the Underworld as fast as possible, but his new...hobby, as of late, has been looking for Thanatos at every opportunity he could. What can he say? He's a sucker for pretty men, and besides, it made his rare visits that much less boring and awful.

It seems that Thanatos really doesn't return the sentiment, so Apollo sighs dramatically, throwing his hand across his forehead. "Fine. I'll leave, but don't complain about missing me the next time I'm here."