Lester Papadopoulos || Aρołło ☼ ♫ (
papadopoulos) wrote2025-05-23 06:53 pm
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open: now winter nights enlarge the number of their hours
I feel disgusting.
Dark sucks, so do baby germs.
(Sorry to Sunny.)
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It’s official. Apollo hates Dark and everything associated with it. Yes, he had been warned, but warning isn’t quite the same as living through it. He hasn’t felt this bad since he was Lester, and Lester almost died multiple times. (But did he ever have to put up with a sinus infection? Arguably as bad as almost turning into a vrykolakas.) His head feels like someone is playing timpani on his sinuses, he can hardly breathe–and to make matters worse, there’s a thunderstorm going on.
Every lightning strike makes him tense, every roll of thunder serves to remind him: “Don’t get on the wrong side of my lightning bolts, boy”. His father’s threats loom large in the back of his mind, like they always do when lightning gets too close. But he has duties to attend to; regardless of how he feels. Mousikí and Stíchoi must get their daily visits and cuddles, even if he would much rather be in bed. He does spend an excessive amount of time with them, even so: Stíchoi is nervous about the storm, and so Apollo --well, Lester-- soothes her with a scratchy-voiced song.
Later in the day – if it is day, it’s hard to tell, he might be found in one of the many kitchens, staring grumpily at a cupboard in hopes of getting at least one teabag out of it. Tea with honey would do wonders to make him feel better, but the mansion spirits seem to be as fickle as the Fates during Dark.
Dark sucks, so do baby germs.
(Sorry to Sunny.)
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It’s official. Apollo hates Dark and everything associated with it. Yes, he had been warned, but warning isn’t quite the same as living through it. He hasn’t felt this bad since he was Lester, and Lester almost died multiple times. (But did he ever have to put up with a sinus infection? Arguably as bad as almost turning into a vrykolakas.) His head feels like someone is playing timpani on his sinuses, he can hardly breathe–and to make matters worse, there’s a thunderstorm going on.
Every lightning strike makes him tense, every roll of thunder serves to remind him: “Don’t get on the wrong side of my lightning bolts, boy”. His father’s threats loom large in the back of his mind, like they always do when lightning gets too close. But he has duties to attend to; regardless of how he feels. Mousikí and Stíchoi must get their daily visits and cuddles, even if he would much rather be in bed. He does spend an excessive amount of time with them, even so: Stíchoi is nervous about the storm, and so Apollo --well, Lester-- soothes her with a scratchy-voiced song.
Later in the day – if it is day, it’s hard to tell, he might be found in one of the many kitchens, staring grumpily at a cupboard in hopes of getting at least one teabag out of it. Tea with honey would do wonders to make him feel better, but the mansion spirits seem to be as fickle as the Fates during Dark.
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At some point when Apollo is back in his room, Dionysus knocks on the door. "Apollo?" he calls. "I've come to check up on--" a loud crash of thunder causes Dionysus to jump. "-- to check up on you, can I come in?"
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"Yeah," he says, the picture of teenage misery, and steps back to gesture Dionysus in. "Ugh. Baby germs. Who invented germs, again?"
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"Though I guess maybe most people don't have two-year-olds coughing into their mouths regularly."
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Today, he had managed to find a kefta that had not been replaced by the bizarre suit so he was wearing that along with a pair of dark sunglasses. It had taken some time but had managed to cajole enough ingredients from the kitchen to make some chicken soup. It wasn't the most flavourable thing in the world what with everything coming out of a can but it was the best he could do for the moment and so he went to find Apollo, doing his best to ignore the jealous whispering of his shadow entourage.
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"Thanks for the soup. I can't say I've ever really cooked any soup before; at the Waystation they mostly relegated me to chopping vegetables."
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"You are welcome. I did the best I could with what I could get from the cupboards," Aleksander sighed. "I never imagined there were such things as whole chickens in a can but well, I learned something today."
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"I've learned something today too, I guess," he says, shaking his head. "It looks good, anyway?" Hopefully it will taste alright too. Maybe???
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