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Lester Papadopoulos || Aρołło ☼ ♫ ([personal profile] papadopoulos) wrote2025-05-23 06:53 pm

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.
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-23 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Dionysus figured that Dark would be especially hard on his brother, but he somehow didn't anticipate Apollo getting an illness. The god of Healing. It's incredibly worrisome. Of course, Dionysus figured his own powers would be greatly diminished, just as they had been the year prior, and that turned out to be correct this go around as well. It takes way more concentration to make anything using his wine and grape powers, his thyrsus has been barely able to create any honey, and well, he isn't even going to attempt to use any of his mind powers like this (sorry, Grantaire).

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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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-23 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Dionysus raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, mighty god of Plagues, you tell me." But he's just joking. He's reasonably certain that germs predate both of them. "Get back in bed, I'm going to get a towel to try and dry off your hair."
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-24 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Please don't do any plague arrows in the future either," Dionysus says as he ducks into Apollo's bathroom to fetch a towel. "It would be nice if this could be a plague-free universe, thank you."
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-24 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Well darn, there go all of my plans for the giant bronze statue I just ordered," he says, emerging from the bathroom and promptly wrapping Apollo's head up in the towel and rubbing.
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-24 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry, I'm in no particular rush to see Nero either. Want me to make you some medicine?" And by 'medicine' he, of course, means kykeon. It's... medicinal...
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-24 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
“It’ll take some concentration, but yeah. Last year I spent all of Dark making grapes and wine for everyone.” He’s still making some grapes, so that they have some fresh fruit at least, but he’s making a considerable amount less than last year, because needs are not as great. “Don’t know if I could manage the hallucinogenic kind, but honestly that’s probably for the best. Don’t want you spitting out any prophecies while you’re on your deathbed.”
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-25 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, speaking of," he says as he starts forming some vines, trying to get a glass of kykeon for Apollo, "D'you think we should try to figure out how to get everyone here vaccinated? Étienne and I were talking about this recentlyish. Obviously not right now, but when Dark is over and we might have a chance at getting the mansion to provide us with... uh... with whatever we'd need for that." Dionysus, being a god with no blood and an inability to get or pass on diseases, has never had a vaccination before. He doesn't really know what all is involved in the process. The closest he has come to being involved was taking Mako to get shots when she was a kid, and that was sort of a 'Show up at the doctor's office and let them handle it from there' situation, obviously.
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-25 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you sure that's where you got it? I don't think Sunny is this sick." Last he saw her she just had a runny nose.
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-05-25 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, here," he says, having finally finished the kykeon and handing it over. "It'll help."
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-06-03 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, no problem. D'you want me to play some music for you or anything?" he asks, looking over at Apollo's piano. He knows music generally helps Apollo feel better, but he doesn't want to make a headache worse or anything like that.
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-06-04 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Dionysus also startles at the thunder. "Yeah, good point." He sighs. "It's not even him, but I still get so... jumpy with it."
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-06-04 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
“He’s such a piece of shit,” Dionysus says as he settles at the piano and starts playing Anything Goes.
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-06-05 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope he never shows up here..."
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[personal profile] vineleaves 2025-06-06 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I've got some good news for you there, buddy. Couldn't even go if you wanted to for some reason."
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[personal profile] temnota 2025-05-24 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever hopes that Aleksander had about Dark being less terrible this year were quickly dashed. His room had reverted to the unnecessary grandeur of his room at the Little Palace, the mirror showed him a face bearing dark angry scars that he swore he could almost feel and the strange shadow creatures were once again following him wherever he went. The closet too was giving him trouble - it was slowly but surely replacing his clothes with strange maroon-colored suits. And to top it all of, even the faintest light hurt his eyes.

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.
Edited 2025-05-24 00:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] temnota 2025-05-24 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Solnyshko, I come bearing soup!" Aleksander presented the bowl to Apollo as though he was offering tribute. His expression grew pained as he heard the shadow creatures mutter but they (for once) faded back into the corners of their own volition. "How are you feeling?"
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[personal profile] temnota 2025-05-25 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I know that feeling well. I am sorry, my darling." Aleksander bent down to kiss the top of Apollo's head, wishing for the first time in his existence that his affinity had been for healing, not shadows. "Would you like me to try to find some - what was it called - aspirin?"
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[personal profile] temnota 2025-05-26 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Aleksander sat on the arm of Apollo's chair, trying to muster the willpower to venture back out. It was not that he didn't want to go in search of the aspirin because he was willing to do whatever it took to help Apollo feel better, it was dealing with the dissonant whispers and general state of the Mansion. But he would get up and do it, he really would - he just needed a second.

"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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[personal profile] temnota 2025-06-08 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whole chicken in a can," Aleksander confirmed in disgust. "Whatever horrors you are picturing, I assure you it cannot compare to the reality. I took several very hot showers after and I am still not convinced I have been cleansed."