open: it's an old song - and we're gonna sing it again

[papadopoulos]

Music is love’s food
Heh, my son said that. Sort of.
Anyway, he’s right.


Summer has always been one of Apollo’s favorite seasons. That stands to reason – the sun is out longer, it is warm, and there’s plenty of light about. Spring isn’t half bad either, he has always been one to appreciate the beauty of nature in an early spring; though he is no nature god. It should be no surprise, then, that he is out and about exploring the woods these days, spending as much time out of doors as he possibly can. He flits from one activity to the other quite frequently, it’s hard when you’re a god with too many interests.

In the early morning, he can be found at the archery range. He’s always been an early riser (except when he was Lester, occasionally), and by the time most people are out and about, there is a fine collection of arrows embedded in the center of the target. He remains there for some time, enjoying the simple pleasure of being able to actually hit the target properly after his six months as a mortal.

A bit later in the day, Apollo is still outside, settled under a tree with his guitar. If anyone is out and about, they will hear him singing. The song is in Ancient Greek, full of the sorrows and longings and everything that he’s experienced in his short time here in the mansion – but above all, there is a small thread of hope running through it. It jumps from slow and contemplative, a shared grief to joyous and optimistic in quick succession –spring is the time for rebirth, after all. He may as well sing of the small hope the mansion has with the recent happenings. Those who encounter the song will hear something that is possibly the best music they have ever heard. It’s nothing altogether special for Apollo, of course, but in his playing he has forgotten to keep his powers tamped down like they usually are.

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[papadopoulos]

"Yeah, but you can put it up if it gets hot." He waves a vague hand to his own hair, tied up in an artfully distressed bun. "Do you think Grantaire and Sagramore would like it?"

[vineleaves]

Dionysus raises an eyebrow. "I mean, I haven't asked them their thoughts, but at the same time, I highly doubt they'd break up with me over growing my hair out or anything." A pause, in which he starts to get really self-conscious. "Do... do you think I should ask them?"

[papadopoulos]

"If you want to! I don't think they'd mind either way; but if you want opinions other than mine, you could ask them?"

[vineleaves]

He flops back down, laying down and looking up at the sky. "Maybe I should." What if they do hate it?

[papadopoulos]

He shrugs. "You look hot either way, so like I said, no big whatever you decide."

[vineleaves]

Dionysus laughs. "I'm not sleeping with you, no matter how many times you ask¹."



1. He... probably hasn't actually asked before. Maybe.

[papadopoulos]

“Damn, saw right through that one,” he replies, completely straight-faced.

[vineleaves]

"Can't fool me," he says and tosses some leaves towards Apollo.

After a pause¹ he adds, "Hey, random question for you. In your world does Hermes usually look like Lin-Manuel Miranda?"


1. a pause that is definitely not, like, a full day's length before a tag gets edited, but instead a regular amount of time for a pause.

[papadopoulos]

"Ummm. Not really?" He squints a little. "Why?"

[vineleaves]

"That's who they cast for the tv show. Lin was very excited when he told me. Though he's always very excited, so I guess it was just a normal conversation, to be honest."

[papadopoulos]

"Yeah, he usually is. It's kind of endearing. But...huh." He looks amused. "I'll have to tell him, next time I see him. If I see him."