#brokenbow

[shuichisdarkmistress]

made it to oklahoma!! simon's very happy. he used stairs for the first time and ran into a wall on the way down.

[nectaric]

"you are home." though it sounded merely like an observation, athena did not mean it as such. she wanted to find the words, to express that his return was worth celebrating in a way their father had prevented, but matters of the heart had always eluded her.

instead, she held her hands out towards him, a small painting gripped between them. on it was depicted a very close likeness of one lester papdopoulos in a moment of victory, the shining light of olympus illuminating his face.

"for you." she said quietly, piercing stare fixated on his face. "it is a gift."

@brokenbow

[addison1992]

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[titanslayer]

@brokenbow​ said:   ❝  i don’t know how to ask for help i just— i’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  i need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  that’s the best i can do.  ❞  

      he twists the lid on his pen over and over.  it’s times like these when jason is just struck silent at how similar the gods could be to demigods, to mortals.  this powerful god, this divine being — didn’t know how to ask for help.  something about apollo’s expression pulls at jason’s heartstrings.  eventually, he puts the pen down, and forgets entirely about approaching the issue in his capacity as pontifex.

“ i don’t blame you, ”  he begins, slowly and uncertainly, unable to meet his brother’s eyes for a long moment, for fear of apollo realising just how deep that senitment ran for jason.  “ who do gods pray to when shit gets tough, right?  but, uh . . . this is what i’m here for, you know.  not as the pontifex maximus or anything.  just — as your brother.  you can ask me for help.  you can always ask, ”  

before the moment can swell too heavily, or become too uncomfortable, jason offers a small smile.  “ terms and conditions apply, though.  you’re not allowed to ask me to hook you up with anyone, and i’m not condoning any pantsless behaviour, either. ”

[loksenna]

Speaking of Apollo, guess it’s time to pay tribute to the sugar daddy.

[applegiirl]

@brokenbow​ sorry i could nOT HELP MYSELF 

     “Heyy-yy! You are the god of poetry in your pantheon, yes? I am married to the god of poetry in mine! There ought to be a skàld-off, yes?”

      The little goddess grinned widely, delighted at the thought of this tan, blond model-like man going up against her gigantic, long-bearded, tongue-tattooed husband. To be fair, Bragi’s strings and Apollo’s lyre were not terribly different. 

     “I once met a goddess of your pantheon named Iris. Our names are similar-sounding, a little tiny bit. Iris, Idunn. Iris comes from messenger in Koiné and Idunn comes from ever-young in Norse. Even though our names sound very much the same, I think, they mean such different things. How fun!”

[reignofolympus]

    ❛     i’ve never been so confused.     ❜   brows furrowed over electric blues, lip worried between zeus’ teeth as he examined the piece of lousy furniture before him.     ❛     its just a desk, why are the instructions so complicated?   that’s the last time i order anything from ikea.  apollo --- help.  that’s an order.     ❜

@brokenbow​

[girlwise]

        “...You?”

                               @brokenbow​             ♡!