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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “fly”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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Apollo heaved a sigh. This was the last thing he wanted to do. He was in enough shit now that Khalil knew. Sharing his secret with Deidre was enough to get him banished to Tartarus. And from what he heard from Athena, Mack and Freddy, that wasn’t the ideal place to relocate to.
“Someone talk to me,” Deirdre insisted.
“What do you know of the Greek gods, beautiful?” Khalil quizzed.
“Don’t,” Apollo warned.
Deirdre cocked her head as she peered at Apollo. “No way. I know of the mythology. I have a few favorite tales. But they’re myths. They’re not real.”
“We are real,” Apollo countered then cussed under his breath. He needed to learn bite those answers back.
“Which stories are your favorites?” Khalil questioned. “Any have to do with the god that can fly a chariot across the sky? You screamed his name all last night along with mine. Albeit it was the wrong name but it meant all the same.”
Deidre’s eyes widened. “That means you’re…” Her voice died off.
Apollo huffed again. “My name isn’t Brody Lynch. It’s Apollo. My father forced us all to move off of Olympus and integrate with the mortal world. He hoped modern technology would reintroduce us into their lives. The whole plan has gone south for him but it seems to be working out for other members of my family.”
“So, you’re Apollo, god of the sun, light and a bunch of other stuff.”
She lifted her chin in defiance. “Prove it.”
He scowled at her. “You didn’t ask Khalil to prove he was a djinn.”
“He didn’t boast he was a bloody deity.”
“Truthfully, neither did I.” He swung a thumb in Khalil’s direction. “He outed me.”
“So you won’t prove it. Do you really think I’m that stupid to believe you?”
Apollo shook his head as he scooted off the bed and threw the covers off. He could hear Khalil suck in a sharp breath as he stood there naked. Deidre looked a little awestruck as well.
“I have to get ready. You want proof? Let me get dressed then follow me down to the garage.”
He shuffled to his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers, jeans and a white cotton t-shirt. He tugged each one on despite his aching muscles protesting that he go back to bed. The silence was so thick in the room he could feel it like a tangible object. Rolling back his shoulders, he turned and strode for the door.
Before he passed through, Apollo looked back to his lovers. “You want proof? Fine. Come see the chariot. Then you can kiss me goodbye so I can go to work.”