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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] 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Today, he had managed to find a kefta that had not been replaced by the bizarre suit so he was wearing that along with a pair of dark sunglasses.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."