Fire up that fiddle, boy, and bring me one last drink [open]

[truthsandlyres]

Who: Apollo and YOU, please

What: Having a drink

Where: One of the taverns by the inn

When: Sukkardi (Saturday)evening

Notes: Multiple threads okay!

Warnings:Tipsy Apollo?

Apollo was not unfamiliar with battle. He'd watched dozens of them. Hundreds of them, maybe. He knew how war worked, understood that people were drawn to bloodshed, believed that world peace would never be achieved. Still, it had never mattered before.

He had never been in the middle of it before.

The whole event had left a bad taste in his mouth, which was why he found himself knocking back drinks. More than ever, he was eager to get back home, to be able to distance himself from all the unpleasantry again. "Another," he called out, pushing his empty glass back. Half distracted by a woman down at the other end of the bar with dark eyes and a large chest. Eyeing him less than discretely and he felt nothing. A sigh of disgust. What was wrong with him?

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[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

It might no longer be the 'done thing, but surely it's no stranger than someone turning into a tree or a flower?

"A few scrapes aside, I'm healthy and alive," he says with another bland sort of shrug. In comparison to most people who fought during the war, his physical injuries really aren't that bad. The loss of his magic is something else entirely. "In exile, but that's the way of things."

[truthsandlyres]

"We're all living lives of exile now, aren't we?" he asked--then, a short, humorless laugh.

He leaned in, whispering in a conspiratorial manner to Sebastian. "Here's a secret. There's never any way out. Just go from one prison to another."

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"I know," he says quietly but entirely sincerely. Sebastian is still sober, which is why he doesn't go into the theory that no matter where they are -- at home, in Baedal, anywhere -- they're always in exile. 'Hell is other people' and similarly cheery thoughts.

[truthsandlyres]

Apollo looked at the man, furrowing his brow.

"You," he announced, "Seem like a nice guy. I'm going to help you out. With women. Sometime when I'm less drunk." He clasped his hand against the man's shoulder.

"Wonderful! Glad you agree."

[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

"....er, thank you?" Oh, Sebastian, how do you get yourself into these situations? Somewhere in Baedal, Malfoy is probably laughing himself sick.

[truthsandlyres]

"Tell me who you want," Apollo demanded and then, with a wink, added:

"And I'll know if you're lying. I am the god of truth, you know."