Apollo had lingered. In that way he was very, very good at. Just barely out of sight and out of anyone’s mind at all, waiting… watching…
He observed the Tribe. Skuld’s advice had been to get permission to stay, but honestly no one seemed to give a single crap, big or small, about his being here, so he’d minded himself for the short time he’d been here, shivering lightly in the winter breezes.
He knew Bragi was here, but…
Where, here, exactly?
It was perhaps uncharacteristic embarrassment that rooted his paws. Rather than poking about or howling for his darling friend’s name, he’d waited and wanted politely. The most polite he’d ever been, he wanted to argue. Especially in he light of his circumstances.
Part of him earnest worried he’d see Bragi again and the magic would have been lost. Maybe this time he wouldn’t be able to understand the sultry bard or something. The gift of tongues escaping him or something.
But maybe it was just the scent of a female or two in heat or nearly in season that had his brain playing natural resistance. Nothing turned him off more than the threat of puppies. He just wasn’t ready, or so he claimed. That did imply that he might be ready someday which waaaaas.. a matter of query.
At any rate, he reminded himself that whatever happened here, whatever Bragi might bring to the table, puppies were not even in the spectrum of possibilities. And so his emotional baggage could take a hike.
Just outside the cove, taking a little stroll to decide if there was a next move to make or if lingering was sufficient, he thought he heard… his name?
Oh, his very own name, unmistakable even as it was lilted and thrown into the air to mingle with the snow that fluttered about. His head turned back and his body spun with it, and with all alertness he stared down the coast and.
There he was.
Wouldn’t it be totally hilarious if at this point he decided to just turn around and book it back home?
The small part of himself that liked to do what was not expected of him almost made him want to. The defiant little voice that often got on the nerves of others.
But that voice was not allowed to ruin his holiday. Nope!
“BRAGIIII,” he hollered in is best imitation of a shameless young lady.
And then he ran. Well, more like bounced, really. Apollo was not much of one for running, and the sand messed him up more besides. But he wasn’t going to just stand there while the one he’d spent months wondering over was right there within bounding distance.
Jul 26, 2017 01:28 AM — Post #1
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