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There is dust on his face, in his eyes, in his hair, on his clothing.

(He's spent the past months roaming.

I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar.

No destination in mind, no end in sight.

As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow.

He just had to go.

But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father's house.)
 

He hasn't been here in what feels like an age.

He doesn't stay inside (he never stays), instead taking the quickest route out the back door, towards the lake.

(He needs the space.)

(He's missed it.)
 

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[wheatencrown]

"You're not happy either. You're like a cloudy sky unsure if you want to rain or not."

[apollinares.livejournal.com]

Apollo considers the metaphor, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"I suppose so," he says, at length. "But they aren't mutually exclusive, are they? The fact that I'm not happy doesn't mean that I'm sad."

[wheatencrown]

"Oh no, they're not. I just would rather see you happy."

[apollinares.livejournal.com]

"I know."

He smiles, very quickly.

"You're family."

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, and that's not going to change. So you will have to accept that I'm going to worry about you and take care of you no matter how much you tower over me."

[apollinares.livejournal.com]

He smiles again, a little longer this time.

"I accepted that fact a long time ago, aunt."

[wheatencrown]

"Wise boy. Now when did you last eat?"