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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] vineleaves 2025-06-10 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
Dionysus sighs. "Wish I could've sent some letters for you with Ariadne when she came." But that obviously wouldn't have worked, due to the differing dimensions thing.