#mpxapollo

[mpjihoon-blog]

you are more alike than you think, child of apollo

muse moodboard #7 (ft. @mpxapollo )

[mpjihoon-blog]

Sun and Son || Apollo&Jihoon

( @mpxapollo )

Jihoon found himself at the piano more and more recently, finding more solace in it than his violin. His fondest memories were always of playing it at competitions, only ever finding approval from the judges. However, he found over the years that approval from others had never made him happy. He still felt lacking. He thought burying himself in his music would ease that missing piece, as many musicians had thought in the past.

Although he was aware that it was a placebo effect, Chopin always seemed to drain him of every unappealing emotion. As a teenager, he put everything he could into the composer’s pieces, and it was no different as an adult as Jihoon’s fingers danced across the keys. So many lights flashed beautifully in his mind, sending chills down his spine. He was always one to get lost in the music, imagining himself in another world with each note.

Jihoon closed his eyes for a short moment inbetween etudes to refocus, but immediately jumped back into it. Op.10 No.9 was one of his favorites to play, the dramatic sound making his chromesthesia feel like it was bouncing all over the place, yet it always came together to create something beautiful. He watched his fingers as he played, but he had no trouble, having played this piece hundreds of times as a child. He wished that he could play this piece forever.

[inarimp-blog]

Inari’s first Christmas (inari & apollo)

“Are you meaning to say,” Inari said, holding a tray of gingerbread cookies he’d just taken out of the oven, “that this... Santa Claus... he knows where we live? He’s watching us? He’s going to break into my apartment on Christmas Eve?” Inari found that a little hard to believe. Inari hadn’t been to the North Pole, but it was quite strange to hear that there would be someone with an entire factory up there. “It just doesn’t make sense,” Inari explained to Apollo. He set the tray down on the coffee table between them, taking off his fox-shaped oven mits. “Why would you build a factory where there would be constant snow storms? How can he expect people to work there in such a harsh climate?”  Inari frowned deeply. He simply could not understand this... supposed ruler of Christmas. He seemed to fret, looking out the window, looking for this Santa Claus. “Is he a God?” He whispered in realisation, “he must be.”  He closed all the blinds, as if they would deter the God from looking into their conversation. “The world is a slave to his factory. How can he be worshipped more than us, Apollo?” He sat down next to him, he brought a piece of gingerbread unhappily into his mouth. He immediately spat it out into a napkin. “This is disgusting,” he whined, his ears flopping. 

@mpxapollo

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Inari & Apollo / Moon Festival

Inari’s pale hands smooth down the deep golds and reds of Apollo’s yukata, standing back and smiling. He certainly looked handsome, and it complimented his wide shoulders, the slope of his waist. He hummed appreciatively, leaning in to kiss him softly.  “No matter what form, you will always look handsome in a yukata,” Inari says sweetly, kissing his temple, and the apple of his collarbone. He takes Apollo’s hand then, guiding him out onto the street, “have you encountered Chang’e before? She owns the planetarium.”  An arctic fox walks on the opposite side of Inari as they walk towards the festival, whose yukata was as silver as the moon shining above him. Inari’s silver hair was now slightly longer, tickling his neck. Today, Inari had pinned the front part back with a clip. His fringe was frustrating him now. His ears and one of his tails were out too, as they usually were on special events. He didn’t have to hide them on mount phoenix, and especially not today. He slowly links his fingers with Apollo’s, sliding his fingers inbetween his. It was comforting in its familiarity; over a millennia of holding this hand. Inari smiled to himself, remembering that when they had met, Apollo’s hands were a little smaller. Now, they were about the same, and fit together snug.  Inari pats his tummy, “I am famished for mooncakes. But I do hope there is raw meat, somewhere.”  @mpxapollo

[exmpdonghae-blog]

❝ i want you to go & never come back. ❝

Zeus had been on his way to one of the bars in Mount Phoenix, so he coulddrink and dance another lonely night away, when he’d come across his most beloved son on the streets. A sighleaving him at the mere sight of the Sun God, who had made it very clear he didnot want anything to do with him, Zeus halted in his steps when Apollo cameover to him though. Not having expected that to happen at all, because eversince their first meeting they’d always stayed out of each other’s way, Zeusrolled his eyes at the male in front of him. “I know you do, son. But I’m not going.” Shaking hishead slowly to indicate that he reallywasn’t going anywhere he took the other in from head-to-toe before he startedto walk again and brushed him by. “Have a good night.” Not feeling up for another fight between them, Zeus hoped that Apollo would leave him be.

[mpjihoon-blog]

❝ you know who i am. ❝

Dad was what Jihoon had called him when Apollo had answered the door. He looked up at the man, a mix of emotions playing on his face at how astonished Apollo sounded that he was there and calling him by a true title. He wanted nothing more to reply with something snarky, but he could barely pull his thoughts together. He had gone in search of his father in the dark, a sure sign of an emergency.

He had his flashlight turned on, tucked underneath his arm. He was holding one of his own hands tightly, it shaking madly. He didn’t move his arms in fear of dropping the light that he had used to navigate, despite how much pain he was in. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were still somewhat wet, obviously having been from tears. 

“I need help. Please,” was all he said before he dropped to his knees, the light falling with him. He was unable to control himself as he began to sob once again.

[exmphades]

Here’s The Thing | Apollo & Hades

Three Greek gods walk into a bar. Says one god to the other...

There’s probably a punchline for that joke, but Hades doesn’t know it. Besides, as if three Greek gods would even make it into the bar. They’d already be squabbling long before any one of them would be able to push open the door. That or making babies.

But Hades does walk into a bar. He is alone, admittedly, but he’s pretty sure there will be more gods inside to accompany him in the set up of a legendary joke. Somebody just needs to come up with the punchline for him. Grinning amused at the thought, he looks around the place, taking in the peculiar design of the place and focusing for a moment on the music that’s playing. It could be his jam, hypothetically speaking. It sure beats the crap that he had to listen to in the Honeypot when he was there a day ago.

The music stops, someone gets up from their seat and takes their guitar up to the stage with them. Hades eyes go to the person who’s leaving the stage and he instantly realises it’s none other than his nephew, Apollo. Now, he has a damn lot of nephews if you ask him. It’s a good thing Zeus stopped expanding the family line when he did, because Hades was about to start getting confused between his brother’s kids. But he doesn’t think he would ever be confused between any of Zeus’ other kids and Apollo, because the latter is the only one who can so effortlessly get on Hades’ nerves.

Is it his personality? Not exactly. Is it his charming looks? Definitely not. Is it the fact that Apollo is exactly ten centimetres taller than Hades? Indeed also a very nerve grating fact, but no that’s not it either. What bugs him the most about this particular one out of all of Zeus’ offspring, is the fact that the Underworld schedule is messed up because of Apollo’s antics more often, even after Mount Olympus had become faraway history. He’s had plenty of supposed permanent visitors suddenly cancel their plans because of Apollo’s healing hands. And if there’s one thing Hades can’t stand, it’s people meddling in his Underworld business, of course.

So it comes as no surprise that he strides over to the place where his nephew walks off to after his performance. The expression on his face is amicable, because at this point in time, Hades has let go of most of the grudges he’d been holding in the past, and he’s just as happy to see a familiar face, even if it’s Apollo’s.

“So, here’s the thing...” He still states as he sides up to Apollo, casually coming to a full stop next to his nephew. “Why can’t you just let people die for once, huh? Stop healing all these mortals, you’re messing up my schedule.” A grin appears on his face after those words, as he fondly puts a hand on his nephew’s shoulder. “Good to see you, kiddo.” Perhaps not entirely the way Apollo thought he was going to be greeted by Hades, but definitely the way it is going down.

[exmpdonghae-blog]

Happy Reunion | Apollo & Zeus

It was Sunday evening when Zeus crossed the bridge that led to Mount Phoenix. Walking at a steady pace towards his destination, the god felt completely at ease. After all those years of living between mortals, he would finally return to the gods. Oh, and how had he missed them, he realized. How had he missed his friends, his children, his wife and his lovers. How had he missed the way they addressed him, looked up to him, loved him and despised him. Zeus knew not all of them would be at Mount Phoenix and only a select few would actually be happy to see him. But that tiny detail certainly wasn’t able to kill his perfectly good mood. He was finally coming back home and nothing could change that. The mere thought made an excited shiver run down his spine. Dropping his head into his neck because of the pleasurable sensation, Zeus breathed out a happy, carefree smile to the sky. His smile only widening when he spotted some stars. They only served to remember him of a special someone.

Admittingly the walk to Mount Phoenix had taken him longer than expected, so it was somewhere in the early hours of the night that he reached the city. Not that he minded that, though, he had more than enough time anyway. Looking around the street with a neutral expression, he put his hands in the front pockets of his grey jeans. Standing there for a moment while he took in his new surroundings, Zeus cherished the last seconds of anonymity he had left. After years of living like a mortal, shedding his disguise almost felt like saying goodbye to a dear old friend. When the moment of letting go was over, Zeus took his first real step into the city of Mount Phoenix. Aimlessly walking the streets for a little while, he decided that he had to find a great place for a drink. He should celebrate being back after all.

Talking to the first man he passed by, he got told that he had to visit a rock ‘n’ roll bar in the downtown area which hosted open nights during the weekends. Trusting the man on his word, the god travelled to said area to find this bar called ‘Dr. Feelgoods, Rock ‘n’ Roll bar’. Entering said bar a little while later, Zeus got warmly welcomed by rock music. Taking a moment to appreciate the acoustics of the place, which he approved of, he slowly glanced around. His jaw tightened, though, when he saw the rather rough looking crowd. He was wearing a stylish white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, of which the top two buttons were open thus showing his necklace and some bare skin. He also supported a grey jeans with a pair of black fancy shoes. So he definitely didn’t fit in. Disgruntled by this, he forced himself to relax and to confidently stride towards the large bar so he could order himself a good beer. Taking up a free spot at the bar, it being somewhere more to the right of the place, Zeus placed his left elbow on the counter. “Hey, you,” he said to the bartender who was the closest to him to try and catch his attention. “Can I have a beer?”