April Log

[sonofacesius]

Who: Will Solace and you!
When: April 1 - 16; May post event
Where: Free Cities; Horizon, prompts below
What: Catchall
Warnings: None so far

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[sonofacesius]

It wasn't hard to find Apollo. Because Apollo. Also he was in front of his shiny gold cabin where Will was lounging, looking like Apollo's mini me.

"Hey, you found Camp." But then Will realizes he looks super confused. Ahh. First time?

"And you're totally drawing a blank aren't you." Will was tempted to have Apollo go back and come back in but....this was also an opportunity to see Apollo without his usual baggage. Unfiltered almost?

"What do you think?"

[divasmio]

"Hello!" Apollo looks over to the stranger, offering a warm, empty-headed smile. At Will's question, he looks around again, appearing very pleased. "It's really nice here. Is this where you live?"

It feels like somebody's home. Or at least that it would be a nice home for somebody. It feels... cozy and safe, somehow, though Apollo can't fathom why.

[sonofacesius]

Will vaguely wondered if this was what Apollo was like on drugs. It was kind of fascinating, in a really, really screwed up experiment sort of way. Sorry Dad. He hoped you'd understand. Or at the very least find it funny.

"Uh, yeah. You did for a time too. In a way, this is really yours." Will held out his hand and offered it to Apollo, to pull him inside. Unless his Dad would prefer to stay outside around Camp, which was lovely too. And also, because of him.

[divasmio]

When Will offers his hand Apollo takes it without hesitation and lets himself be led inside the cabin. He glances around, looking thoughtful.

"No, I think I'd remember something like that. But it does feel very cozy."

[sonofacesius]

Yeah this was definitely Apollo on drugs. So weird. At least he took Will's hand without hesitation so, that trust must still be there on some level. Just the memory itself was blocked.

"You actually wouldn't. Something's affecting your memory. Trust me. I'm a doctor." Actually so was Apollo, kind of, but he doubted his dad would believe that in his state. So he just spread his arms and let his dad look around, although he wondered if he should make the hyacinths in a nearby window disappear or not. He didn't want to make Apollo sad for reasons he didn't understand. Thinking about it, Will decided to vanish the hyacinths, just in case, and replaced them with a vase of Apollo's yellow flowers. The same flowers that kept growing outside the clinic and Will kept...picking them. Gods.

[divasmio]

There had been a wonderful scent wafting from the windowsill, one that tugged at his heart in a way he couldn't describe. It's gone in a moment, however, and the yellow flowers there don't seem to be its source.

They're beautiful flowers, though. Apollo inspects them more closely, then turns to smile back at Will — this time as a much younger brunet. It's hard to tell when the change happened, but Lester doesn't seem to realize anything is different.

"What do you call those?" He asks, pointing toward the flowers.

[sonofacesius]

Will blinked and Apollo was suddenly Lester. That was interesting considering his lack of memory here. He thought this was more Mr. D's area but maybe something psychologically comforting about the old form? About being able to be himself without the pretense?

".....flowers?" He knew Apollo probably wanted a more specific name but....he was going to have to ask himself for that one. "Honestly, I don't know. They're sacred to you though. They only grow around your cabin. Or the clinic back in the Free Cities. Which is probably my fault. Do you like them?"

[divasmio]

"Yeah." He looks back to the flowers. "Feels... nostalgic." He looks around the cabin again, looking relaxed. "Can I stay here?"

[sonofacesius]

"Absolutely. Here, this one's yours. If you want to lie back and relax on it."

Will lay back on his own, sprawling on the mattress. He wondered why Apollo had shifted to the Lester form. Something about being at Camp that brought back unconscious memories? Wanting to bond with Will on a more peer to peer level than father and son? Whatever the reason, he was okay with it. Whatever his dad needed. At least this time he didn't need to explain toothpaste to him.

"Yeah, you spent some time here. It's home. Or, one of them, I guess."