Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. This week is a picture prompt.
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The two of them strode after Poseidon and Hestia through the darkened halls. A warm light blossomed ahead of them. Soft classical music filled the air. Apollo sucked in a hard breath as they drew closer. The last battle was amongst the gods, leaving one banished in Tartarus for far too long. There was bad blood all around.
He couldn’t tell if the greeting was forced or genuine but he watched Poseidon throw out his arms like the sea god was excited to see his younger brother and his wife. “Zeus, Hera. How ya’ been?”
Apollo stepped in the sunroom a beat before Freddy then angled his body in front of the leprechaun. Maybe it was enough to dissuade Fred from going off. There was a soft growl behind him in protest. Everything was the way Apollo had seen it last. All of Hestia’s eccentric trinkets were scattered on every flat surface along with her ancient times and romance novels. The only new object of his crazy aunt’s affection was an antique radio that was just starting a new melody. She must have been trying to calm everyone’s nerves. It wasn’t helping much.
The tension amongst the gods and goddesses was palatable. Zeus stood next to the plush lounge that Hera reclined on, even though there were plenty of places to sit. Hera clenched onto the crystal goblet in her hand like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Apollo sighed, his heart breaking a little. His stepmother used to be such a proud woman. A bitch but a proud woman. What the hell happened to her?
It probably didn’t help the fact that she was forced to celebrate the birth of her sister’s twins, the woman her husband still obsessively wanted after all these millennia.