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they were by the sea on a day that could only be described as ‘perfect.’ perfect weather, a perfect temperature, a perfect sun, a perfect sea.
apollo had brought them to delos.
his home.
the place where he has wished to see his lover the most, under his sun, on his island.
however, the air surrounding them was heavier in this place, despite the perfect day.
everything seems to be coming to a head. something is brewing, riptides are pulling.
heavy in the sense that something was about to change. something was about to evolve.
for months, the two of them have made passing comments to each other about what it would be like to have a child together. this is it isn’t it, is it happening now?
the thoughts of how much they wanted, have been heard over their history together.
how much apollo wants to see percy be a parent.
how much percy wants to nurture something more.
how much apollo wants to finally raise a child.
how much percy wants to do that with apollo.
how much they want to make something, together. raise something, together.
how much their love for eachother felt like it needed to take its own form because it is overflowing, pouring out.
now here, there is something brewing.
now here, that heaviness is about to break away. riptides are pulling.
now here, in the place apollo has always wanted to bring percy, his home - the sun is blazing - percy says to him:
“lets do it.”
“hmm?” apollo questioned with just the noise in his throat, not looking at his lover, unsure of exactly which way percy was meaning his sentiment.
but once their eyes met apollo knew. it’s time. percy’s glance that held the weight of the deep sea told all truths.
“i love you.”
“i love you.”
“lets do it.”
once percy said those words (for the second time), apollo spoke them into creation.
the heat of the day increased instantly to a blaze and the shore expanded as water was drawn back out to sea.
with the unyielding force of the tide and the immense power of the sun
a small surprise came with what was already expected.
a second.
they have brought twins into the world.
products of a sunbeam passing through the sea spray of a crashing wave on the shore of the birthplace of the sun.
and the joy they expected from one bundle of light
was instantly surpassed once they held between them creations of the sea and the sun.
a dichotomy of perfection.
creations of them.
the fruits of their love for each other.
the embodiments of their connection were perfectly divided into two perfect bundles of devotion.
why two?
the fates work in ways not even apollo can foresee.
their love was too vast, too powerful to be held in one tiny perfect body. their two halves made two wholes.
but that question doesn't matter, nothing else matters, as they hold their babies between them,
this is exactly how it was meant to be.
perfect products of their devotion.