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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “arch”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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The voices in the other room carried to the great hall before Poseidon fully nudged the thick wood front door open. Apollo and Freddy followed the god of the ocean into the misplaced medieval castle and glanced around.
The arch of each doorway that led to a different section of the house was plain stone when Apollo was last here. Now they were adorned with colorful, fragrant blooms and lush greenery. The smell was so overpowering Freddy nearly collapsed in a coughing fit.
“What the hell?” the leprechaun protested.
“Looks like Hestia went all out for the king and queen’s arrival,” Poseidon commented. His long hair rippled as he glanced around at the sudden indoor garden. “It’s hard to believe, though. She hasn't been a fan of his ideas since he banned the gods and goddesses from Olympus.”
The rustle of fabric preceded the voice by a split second. “I’m still not a fan.” Hestia forced a smile at the three gods. She waved her index finger at the flowers. “Here’s handiwork. I guess I wasn’t a good enough hostess for my sister.”
Poseidon nodded without a grin in return. “Seems about right for her. Is my brother and the booze hound still here?”
The sudden creases around her eyes and the way her lips curled up betrayed the fact that Hestia was fighting back laughter. “Everyone is in the sunroom.”
“Fantastic.” Freddy charged through them all in the direction Hestia had come from.
That was until Poseidon clamped a hand on his shoulder, stilling him. “Now I get why Demeter sent you surfing. We can’t go in with guns blazing, Fred. I get your feelings about Zeus. You’re justified, believe me. This is getting beyond us. We need everyone on board. When we get these tears under control, you can go back to wanting to bash my brother’s head in. Okay?”
Freddy scowled at the sea god then glanced back at Apollo. Apollo just shrugged at the leprechaun-turned-demigod. What could he tell Freddy? The sooner things were fixed, the quicker they could return to the dysfunction that was the Greek Pantheon.
Freddy huffed. “Fine. I’ll play nice.”
Poseidon patted him on the back. “Good boy. Okay, let’s go have a chat with everyone else.”
Poseidon chatted quietly with Hestia as they disappeared down the corridor. Apollo rustled Freddy’s hair as he chuckled. “I know, little buddy. It’s hard not to hate Dad. The rest of us have for thousands of years.”
Freddy grumbled at him. “Let’s just go.”