Bleeding Gold [Apollo]

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Gold stained a white shirt that covered Mors slim body, his shirt removed and thrown to a shadow falling to a certain cleaners. Someone what was actually able to get anything out of any fabric. Liquid gold dripped from his fingers, pooled at his side and in his shoe. The life of gods was golden liquid called ichor, and Mors was loosing a good amount of it. Not to saw he would die, it was rather impossible to kill an immortal, but injuring them was very possible. Prometheus has scars on his face and body showing, Mars loved to show off his scars. Mors even had his fair share of scars from when people fought back against their own death or that of a loved one. This particular case involved a Mars boy, fighting for the soul of a dear friend he had gotten into the military. Perhaps she was more than just a friend, however he did not have the powers Venus had. He could not find what was in the boys heart, only the sharpness of his blade. A smart boy, keeping an old transforming weapon on him at all times. A way to fight off monsters. Perhaps not strong enough to keep the soul he fought for, but enough to do sever damage to the god of death.

Shadows enveloped him as he stumbled, taking him to the only medic he was able to get aid from. Apollo himself. Even if he had gone to his granddaughter, which passed him mind briefly, he would only be a burden. Someone to worry about. Her heart was already so fragile. The sun shone brightly, as it often did in the places one could find the one who pulled it's chariot. “I apologize for my unsightly appearance.” a bit of a gruff tone came instead of his normal smooth voice. Eyes still shone from the fight, war and life could be seen reflected in them. The only time his eyes seemed frightening was when his powers were used against mortals. Very little pushed him to do that, and it pulled a switch. While he remained calm, standing upright despite his wounds, his eye betrayed him.

No mortals would be startled by the golden ichor that flowed from his wounds. Wounds he had covered so that they might not be seen and cause some kind of uproar. Disheveled appearance, torn clothing, that was what he apologized for. Sand was sticking to his clothes, and his wounds, making them itch. He wasn't so certain whre he was, but it was a rather nice beach. Wherever it was.

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Tag: @mors

Word: 459

Notes: This is the beach.

The sun was for many only a star that gave life by sharing its heat and light with the third planet of the Solar System, but for Romans and Greeks, they knew that Sun was much more than that, that a god was in charge to ride the carriage of it around the globe and that he could see each part of the world... well not the extrem North, those lands were... well, out of jurisdiction from the Gods. but the sun was lucky, he could see all around the globe, he could give warmth to those cold places and also light to the dark ones, he was very lucky to have the position he had.

But he also had a lot of 'free' days, The god Sun, or Apollo as romans called him or his greek name Apollon, went a lot to sunny places, he enjoyed the life that those places had, the energy that people had. Beaches were usually the places where he went and enjoyed some free time while working if that was possible. He loved to go and surf around, meet pretty women. Beaches weren't the only place to find him, hospitals, courthouses, ranches too. But in the beach he kind of felt... free, not attached to anything but his carriage and his kin.

That very day, he had been surfing all morning. La Serena in Chile, was an amazing place to go and relax. He surfed in Picilemu, that was like the surffing central in Chile. but by that time of the day he thought he could just relax a bit, lay on a towel and let his immortal skin get a good tan, which he was already losing. Suddenly someone popped out of nowhere and covered the light, blocking it from him. He opened his eyes to tell the person to move, when he heard the voice which came in a gruff tone. He looked up and recognized the man. Long golden blond hair, pale skin, which in that moment was even paler. Slim almost skinny body.

"Mors?" he asked and sat on the towel, then got up without an effort and looked at his old friend/foe. Him being death and Apollo being a medic they had a friend/foe relation. When he got up, he could have a better look of his fellow mate. The few humans that were around couldn't see what he saw. Ikor staining his clothes. "for Olympus sake... what happened to you man?" even if he hadn't seen the ikor, it wasn't normal to see Mors in such state. He was always impecable, always perfect, black suit, with his black robe that were his wings. Not the state he was in that moment.

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There was an elegant arch to the beach, it seemed to extend into the waters creating a small pool in the middle that it curved around. Clear blue waters and white sand, it was a beautiful beach. As per normal the sun's rays were pouring down where the god of the sun was, making it warm. Perhaps that was from the loss of ichor, perhaps it actually was warm. It was difficult to tell. “Apollo, it is good to see you well. I am in need of assistance.” he didn't stumble as he walked, too proud. Too dignified, despite the woulds. He was not the god of war, he was the god of death and he hated to use his powers on a mortal. To take from what life was already here, and especially a good life. At times he might wish to pull the souls from a villainous person, where he could see the threads of life they tugged with only a finger. He could not. He must remain neutral, and for him it was the most difficult thing to do. There were times he believed it made him less of a man, and certainly not of charitable heart like a lady.

Despite the pain it caused, Mors took in a breath. “I believe broken ribs, and several lacerations.” He wasn't fond of giving out other information on himself, and certainly not to other people. No doubt this would become a story around Olympus for a little while. It had been some time since someone fought so hard for a loved one. It was sad to see, and almost made Mors wish to let them stay. Almost. He had seen all too well what happens if Death were to not be a major consequence for people any longer. Either if he were to be lenient with them and let them live, or if they were to no longer care about living. Both were terrible fates in the end for many people.

“Someone wished to protect a loved one. I believe you can relate to such a want?” he knew better than anyone that Apollo did, how much the other god worked and fought to keep his family. The had a bit of an understanding, perhaps it was only Mors who understood. He never spoke to the other god about it, only left people he cared about alive when it was of help to him. Left Tessa alive in the last war when she should have died, Lilith was alive when she should have been dead. That was not the only case, and sometimes when there was an incredibly good child of Apollo, Death would leave them. When he would know of the death of a woman Apollo loved, he would attempt to save the child. Small things that could never be traced back to him, unless all were to be brought up at once. Perhaps Apollo would have placed the pieces together, perhaps not.

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Tag: @mors

Word: 537

Notes: lol Apollo is so weird.

Apollo looked at his friend and then looked around. He knew where the cameras from some channels from Olympian TV were, he asked where they were, so they got his best shots and angles. And he didn't want in that moment that the entire Olympus knew that Death was injured. She he moved to block the shots and smiled at him. "well, then let's go inside, where I can check on you and do my job." He walked with Mors, half supporting his weight as they walked into the beach hut that Apollo owned in that place. He closed the door behind them and took his to the bed.

"ok, lay down, you need to rest Mors. and don't worry about Olympian TV, no one sees us in here." He had listened to Mors telling him what he had done, what had happened. He was right, Apollo knew very well about it and he had thanked him to let Tessa live that day in war. He had already lost Cadence in the infirmary some days before that and he wouldn't have been able to lose Tessa, Lilith, Jason, August or Kate in that war, well never, but he knew they had to die at some point, but not in that very moment! Not so young and when they had so much to live for. And it wouldn't have been able if it hadn't been because of Mors' help.

He cut Mors' elegant silk shirt, which wascovered in Ikor by that moment and start recognizing the body of his fellow god. Mors had been right about the broken rib, but it wasn't only one single broken rib, but several of them on both sides of his rib cage. He could see several laserations and other mayor wounds. a mortal would be already dead by that moment. "Well, that guy must have loved that girl very much... was he using a small dagger? this cuts aren't that deep, but they all together made more damage than a single stab." He said as he checked on all the cuts and the source of all the ikor on his shirt.

Then he closed his eyes and then opened them again, his hand had a glow in gold, then they started working on the body of his friend, joining skin here and there, pushing ribs in or pulling them out to get in the right place, being very careful about internal bleeding, which wasn't rare. "this is going to take some time, that Mars boy really hated you." he said and then smiled with an empathic smile. He knew what it was to be hated by mortals, but Mors and some of his siblings were hated most of the time. It for sure was hard to endure century after century. "I'm glad you came here first, I know of four mortal ones that would be really upset if something bad happened to you." for a mortal, four ones in its life maybe was a short number. But for a god and not any one but Death, four was a great number! apollo knew that Gunnar, Lilith, Charlie and that girl Eve would be deeply worried for him. "would you like some Nectar?"