#c;apollo

[sammyslamajammas]

❝ Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. ❞ — sias & apollo.

Tiresias rubbed his forehead. “She is not the right thing for you,” Tiresias said. He stared forwards. “I see things about her- I hear her voice.” Tiresias gritted his teeth. “She doesn’t have your well being in mind.” Tiresias is exasperated. The seer remained silent. 

It was hard to convince him because he’s so in love with her. 

“If she wants what's good for you, then she has to prove it, go the extra mile the same way you do to her” Tiresias said. “Otherwise I refuse to be in the same room as her.” The seer picked up the cloak and cane.

“I know you’re mulling over this-I can tell.” He sighed. “Just think about it.” 

@sunkissies, @darling-daphne

[thebianprophet-archive]

closed for @sunkissies​

Tiresias hummed in dismay as he was walking with Apollo. It wasn’t because of the dear sun god- it was because the place was bustling. Being blind wasn’t usually a big detrerent as everyone thought it was. It was just hard in a ballroom like this.  Tiresias gripped the other’s arm harder. Was the small chance of metting Dionysus even worth the discomfort.

“Can we please go somewhere quiet.” Tiresias said between gritted teeth, a rare expression for the seer . “It’s so overwhelming.” He whispered.

[thencwboys]

@theking-blackheart-muses

Apollo tilted his head, floating along on nothing at all as he approached his father. “Hello, father.” He grinned at the king of gods, stretching as he stood up, letting out a soft yawn. “I’ve been horribly bored lately. I was hoping you’d be able to provide some fun.” He approached the older god, throwing his arms around Zeus’s neck, grinning up at him. “Please? I’ve been a good boy... I mean for the most part.” He shrugged, grinning lazily.

[apolloxhunter-blog]

@rjs-ncwboys

Apollo couldn’t help but to smile as he moved to the music, his hips pressing forward to grind against the younger boy. He was wearing tight black jeans and a white polo that had the buttons undone, showing off just the top of his broad chest. He let one of his hands move up beneath Ricky’s shirt, stroking the other’s stomach, losing himself to the atmosphere. “You’re quite good at moving your hips, little prince.”

[sammyslamajammas]

❝ So, did you stab ares with a pencil or what? ❞ - heph n hera (thiS MADE ME CACKLE)

“A mechanical pencil.” Hephaestus pointed out. “So he can really feel the pain.” The young adult added. The fire god felt a small sting when Apollo placed the out pack on his shoulder. 

“That hurts Apollo!” Hephaestus huffed. Apollo made a face but continued tending to his wounds. It was a nasty bruise from Ares punch. Hephaestus turned back to his mother. 

“He was asking for it! He called me ugly!” Hephaestus said with a pout. “Just because I don’t have a girlfriend yet doesn’t mean I’m ugly right Mom!” He asked with a smile. Both Hera and Apollo looked at each other before back at Heph. 

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, son.” She patted his cheek. “Just don’t your brother with a mechanical pencil okay?” 

“I promise Mom.” Even though the young god was planning other ways to hurt the war god as he spoke. 

@ofpetrichcrs, @sunkissies, @navghtyxnice

[sammyslamajammas]

Closed for @sunkissies​ based on 

I really don’t want to be the guy who dies in the first ten minutes of the movie because he’s like, “You know what? Let’s take out the Ouija board. What could possibly go wrong?” — apollo & cerebrus.

The hound slowly blinked as he tried not to fall asleep. Then the Sun God just go on and on. What is Ouija board? Is it a type of meal. He glared when he finally stopped talking. Why is he the god of medicine? Of all people? Cereberus clicked his tongue. 

“I have no idea what you said.” The hound walked towards the other. “I need something from you.” He looked around, it was better to be safe than sorry. Cereberus lened into the other’s ear. “Do you have any chocolate?” 

[sammyslamajammas]

closed for @sunkissies​ based on 

❝ pretty ballads hide bastard truths. ❞ — tiresias & apollo.

The papers were stacked at the edge of the desk. The seer was reading intensely. The book was aged and braille.Tiresias was willing to learn whatever it takes to get himself back in line. Even thoughit was going to take a while. 

Beside him was a bunch of notes Tiresias wrote,  some of them were observations, others were calligraphy. Once he wanted to be a peot but prophecy took prescidence other that. But he wouldn’t consider them coherent writing- much less ballads. He turned to Apollo. 

“Apollo.” He said with a sigh. “This is hardly poetic. Just notes.” He hummed as he picked it up. “What truth would be hidden in Behind Darkness Light can Prevail?” He grumbled to himself.

[thebianprophet-archive]

❛ i’m worried about you. ❜ — from apollo.

Tiresias stood outside the balcony when he heard the voice. The smoke from his cigarette still looming. He took another drag before he spoke. “It’s just another vision.” Tiresias lied. The thing that kept him up at night was someone not something. “You know how they keep me up at night.” There was a forced laugh. He approached the other. 

“It’s better if I don’t talk about it. I don’t want you down before the morning starts.” He said as he ruffled the sun god’s hair. “Now go to sleep. You have a meeting with Hades soon.”