Martinis and Fortunetelling (APOLLO)

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It was a good time to get away from things for a little while. And what better place to do so than New Zealand? The gods in general never seemed to pay this place much mind since it was never much of a hub of Western Civilization. And it was warm, and quite pleasant this time of year. Even though San Francisco was decent, or at least warmer and more out of the limelight than Long Island, New York, it wasn’t quite up to his favorites list. This place, though. This was what it was all about.

For once, Prometheus had ditched his usual suit and gone instead for jeans and a button-up white top. The sun made sunglasses a handy accessory as well. And nothing felt better than bare feet on the beach. Which was, presently, where he was. The beaches here in New Zealand were, without a doubt, exquisite. Especially the one he was currently on, which was only reachable by boat or helicopter, so there wasn’t a lot of mortal traffic. Actually, there was none at all. Which was just fine by him. He did enjoy watching people, yes, as mortals were so delicate and curious creatures, but even Prometheus needed some time away from the bustling mortal world and especially the trigger-happy Romans. There were a few there that he got on fine with. Miss Felicity was an interesting person whom he was fairly certain he could relate to on the matter of being singled out for no reason of your own.

Prometheus sighed and dig his feet deeper into the sand he was seated on, looking out over the crystalline water. This place was so serine. Such a far cry from New Rome or Camp Jupiter. They always seemed to be uptight, which he couldn’t fully blame them for. He had rather dropped a decent sized bag of questions on them. The worst of it was, he wasn’t entirely sure of the nature of this beast himself. And that was enough to give him pause. But apparently not the Romans, as they were charging into the challenge with guns blazing. How typical. That was why he had rather preferred the Greeks, with their more philosophical look on things. Then again, spending time with the Greeks was out of the question right now. Far too close to Manhattan and the comfy seat of the Olympians. And what with his most recent mishap regarding Kronos, it was best to fly under the radar, as they said.

Which so far, was working well enough. Until recently. Some of the younger gods, take Miss Diana for instance, were coming onto the scene in New Rome. Perhaps his ability to keep out of range was failing him. Albeit, he was stirring up things with their kids – well, not Diana’s but all the same. He narrowed his eyes, looking out over the water. Yes, there was something big coming in the near future. He just wished he knew what it was.

Tag: Apollo!
Word Count: 500

[cameron]

It was rather odd for any god to be lingering around the demigod camps. Even more so when there were multiple gods doing so. There was Neptune, Cupid, Mercury..even his little sister. Then of course there was the best for last: Apollo himself. He wasn't even certain as to why he was taking a current interest in the camp, but it was most likely his boredom that was getting the best of him. After all, the camp was like it's own little soap opera. He said, she said. He likes her, but she likes him, or maybe she likes her if they were really trying to throw the camp for a soap opera loop. Not that he was in distaste of such a relationship, but he'd certainly never seen a same-sex relationship at the demigod camp. Then again, perhaps they kept those things under wraps since Romans were judgmental enough as it was. Hm, you know, perhaps it was just better if it didn't go around wondering, or especially asking, about these things. Shrugging his shoulders, the sun god brushed the topic from his thoughts. It wasn't exactly at the top of his list of concerns today.

No, instead, at the top of his list was one more immortal who had made a habit out of wandering the Roman Camp. A titan rather than a god. Titans already had a bad reputation with the gods and demigods, and Prometheus in particular wasn't a popular name among them. Apollo personally held no real grudge against the man, but...was it not suspicious that the titan of forethought was lurking about? Apollo believed so. So far though he seemed to be the only one who cared...Odd, but at least one of them was on top of things. Even if it was Apollo..perhaps one of the gods who people didn't always entirely believe should be in charge of anything. Not that he disagreed. He detested being left in charge, it meant he had to be responsible. Apollo translation: it meant he had to be absolutely no fun whatsoever. Very much not his style.

Either way though, here he was, being...Well he wouldn't stretch the truth and say responsible. Perhaps he was being more curious than anything else by pestering the titan. Taking a sip of his tropical drink, Apollo wandered up behind Prometheus, lazily taking a seat next to him. "New Zealand, hm? Didn't peg you for having good taste, but this certainly isn't bad, amigo.

[/color]" Apollo firmly patted the other immortal on the shoulder. Was physical contact okay in this circumstance? Ah, who cared? Not Apollo, that was who. "Care for a drink, old man?[/color]" He prompted, holding out what appeared to be a strawberry margarita for the other man. He figured at least his intrusion would be somewhat forgiven if he compensated by providing the alcoholic beverages. After all, what god didn't enjoy their fair share of tequila? Even if it wasn't in the more enjoyable form of shots..Still good though, he grinned, savoring another sip of his own margarita.





tag ;; prom-prom
word count ;; 514
notes ;; delayed, but hey, alcohol haha
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There was a lot to think about. And New Zealand seemed like the best place to do it, seeing as there weren’t a lot of gods that strayed this far from the West. The majority of them were tied up playing king of the mountain in New York or, irritatingly, roaming around one of the two demigod camps. While he was trying to do business with the Romans to boot. The nerve of some gods. And goddesses, of course, he couldn’t leave out Diana and, Gaia forbid, uppity little Venus. Diana, though, he had no grudge with. Venus, though, he saw as just a spoiled brat. And her kids were mostly the same way. And not to mention that witch was the reason his brother had fallen so deeply for little miss pretty, pretty princess with a pithos.

Not to leave the (cough) gentlemen out. Take Mars for instance. Little upstart. God of war, his butt. More like god of temper tantrums. Then there was Mercury, the flight-footed little imp. Hadn’t he caused enough trouble for, oh, eternity? Apparently not. Someone needed to get him a muzzle and an electric fence. And then there was Neptune, the washed up geek. Big three, blah blah blah. Ugh.

But there were good ones in the group. Cupid, for starts. While Prometheus didn’t like either of the child’s parents, he turned out well. And he did feel bad for the kid – and he said ‘kid’ in a more semi-fatherly way, not degrading at all – getting represented in pop media like he was. But no, he and Cupid got on pretty well. He would almost go so far as to call him a friend or, what was that new term, bro? No, maybe not. After all, Prometheus was not what they called ‘in the hood’. Then there was the other young god, Apollo. A little high on himself at times – which was all the time actually – but all in all not too bad, and at least he didn’t have a hand in Prometheus’ old issues with Olympus. Plus, the boy was like a younger, newer version of his own skills with foresight, just possibly brought a little more up in technological and magical advances. One of the curses of being old. Then his sister, Diana. She was a little bit of a nut, running around with her club on her own, but to each their own. And again, he couldn’t fault her for any of the gods’ past wrongs to him, as she wasn’t alive yet.

And speaking of the young man, here he was. Prometheus could sense him before he made himself known, which wasn’t saying much seeing as they’d both had a good deal of practice with, well, being around other powerful beings and recognizing that aura. Not to be confused with the demigod one, which was a dozen times less potent, hence why he knew that he had not been inexplicably found by one of the little half-humans. He looked up and regarded Apollo as he took a seat next to him. Not that he minded a little company that didn’t involve the aforementioned list of gods he did not like. While having Apollo around the camp was making it harder for him a little, he couldn’t fault the guy too much. He was more like a child, with his constant humor and inability to hold responsibility. Then again, he’d been wrong before. Such as the question of why he was here now.

At the question, he looked around the beach. “Yes, well, thought I’d have a change of pace. I’ve rather taken to this place in my, shall we say, exile. Meaning no offense. But thank you for your input, Apollo.” True, his language was a little older, more formal, but it wasn’t anything against the god with him. It was just his style, and centuries of it were not going to go away instantly. He smiled a little at the offered drink. “Thank you.” He took a sip and nodded. Margarita, and what seemed to be strawberry, but not so overpoweringly so that it gagged one, as they sometimes served, he’d found. “Seems I’m not the only one with good taste. Cheers, my friend.” He leaned back on one hand, swilling his drink in the other almost out of habit. “So what brings you to these parts, and to share a drink with an old man?”

Tag: Apollo
Word Count: 737
Notes: I love these two already. Bromance!