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Boredom, angry Mexicans, and caffeine spawned...

He roared, voice like sunbursts, sunstorms burning the walls. No windows, but the god shone bright against the stones, his fire consuming useless oxygen to nothing. The shackles around his limbs grew hot but didn't melt, simply grew hotter, feeding off the god's fire. His muscles strained under skin of molten glass, bulging, ichor glowing within like magma. His mortal clothing had long ago burned away, ashes on stone. He pulled and twisted at his confinement, iron chains stretching under the heat and strength of the sun god, but stubbornly regained their shape. Apollo cried out a name, the name of one long gone, the one who'd chained him, the only one who could break the bonds. Inside the cell, the god raged on.
I want to see someone else take this and build something around it. Fic? Art? I need something good to read or ooh and ahh over. I know a lot of you are artistic. Please? *bats eyelashes*



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Mar. 24th, 2006 05:05 am (UTC)
If I get a muse within the next couple days, I'll try.

That's some great imagery, btw.
Mar. 24th, 2006 12:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :) I guess I haven't completely lost it.
Mar. 24th, 2006 07:47 am (UTC)
Oooh, I'm very tempted to draw something based on that when I find the time...
Mar. 24th, 2006 12:26 pm (UTC)
Oh I would LOVE to see that.
Mar. 24th, 2006 03:08 pm (UTC)
verra nice!
Mar. 25th, 2006 01:29 am (UTC)
Danke. I vaguely suspect the whole image may have been frustration on Apollo's part that I haven't let him out to play in so long.
Mar. 25th, 2006 07:49 am (UTC)
I can answer with a return drabble, hope you like.
Apollo's truest love hunted ceaselessly for the Betrayer. Young Paedrig was naught but a mere mortal; every moment he had spent with Apollo was burned into his memory. It never ceased to amaze him, that he had gained his god's regard, trust, love. He had returned that love with his body, mind and soul, completely.

Then the Betrayer had tricked Apollo into the prison of chains and stone. Paedrig had fallen to his knees, weeping, when Apollo had touched his thoughts briefly, revealing what the Betrayer had done, then the magic of the prison brutally ripped Paedrig's mind away from Apollo, parting the lovers.

Every passing day, Paedrig missed his beloved Apollo more. It was torture to be without him, but Paedrig endured, using his all of his skills as a mage and a warrior to follow the Betrayer's trail.

Paedrig knew he was getting close, and that his quarry was getting desperate. He was constantly striking down unnatural creatures, avoiding traps set in his path...

Then Paedrig realized what the Betrayer was doing. Leading him by the nose along a pre-set path, distracting him away from the true destination.

I have been a fool, Paedrig thought as he retraced his steps, going back to find the place where the trail had split. I'm sorry, my love, for allowing him to trick me. I won't let it happen again. If I have to hunt him through a hundred thousand lifetimes, so be it! I live only to serve you, to love you. I will drag the Betrayer back and force him to release you!

I love you, my Apollo. Please believe in me, in our love. I will not be parted from you forever.


((ai ai ai, smarmy much?))
Mar. 25th, 2006 05:48 pm (UTC)
Re: I can answer with a return drabble, hope you like.
*dubs the the Queen of Smarm* Good drabble.
Mar. 26th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Re: I can answer with a return drabble, hope you like.
Glad you liked.
Mar. 27th, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
Oooh. Nice imagery.
Mar. 27th, 2006 12:49 am (UTC)
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