Random snippet that I've written for a future fic that I'm genuinely proud of:
“How long has he been struggling like this?” Rsch asked, turning to Apollo.
The look of hurt, even if it wasn’t she who was the one suffering, both touched and broke Apollo’s heart in equal measure.
“Ever since he was little.” Apollo answered, resisting the urge to cry. “If you’re going to go after him, then go. Take care of my boy. But if you do anything to hurt him, then you will face my wrath.”
One would normally be intimidated by such a threat, but Rschvanya was not.
She was fully aware of the lengths that Apollo would go for Krus, and she respected that.
“I will take care of him.” She said truthfully. She was going to hold him, to assure him of her love, to make him see how much she loves and cherishes him.
“Do you swear that on the River Styx?” Apollo asked.
Rsch suddenly remembered the breakdown Mia once had, and how Mia had practically shrieked at her to swear to the same thing.
She thought it was because she began to question whether she did the right thing in approving of her, but now she understands that the true reason she broke down was because she knew that her brother was struggling with depression and wanted to be sure that at least one person would be there to care for him in times where she and her father cannot.
“I swear it.” Rsch said, firm and unmoving.
The golden-haired god in front of her smiled, tearing up.
“When does a monster become a man?” He sang. “And the blood staining both his hands will be washed off with love so true?”
“Rschvanya, I understand that you're missing your past romance. But I'm asking you to…go…”
“Aid his journey home…Oh, we’ve been…”
Rschvanya held his hands and sang along with him.
“Waiting…waiting….waiting…waiting…oh…”
He pulled away from her and stepped to the side. “Go. He’s waiting for you.”
She nodded and gave him a hug as thanks before running off to comfort her lover.
