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Apollon sat in the sun, his hair was sun bleached from spending every moment he could outside. With his time spent outside he felt more at home. His mind at peace for once in this quick mortal world. When he ran a hand through his hair it almost burned his hand. The hot strands of hair felt rough in his hands but he dont care, he couldn't care when he felt more at home in the grass in the warm sun then he ever did in his small apartment he and Artemis shared. The sun felt better than any artificial light would ever feel.
He sat there in nothing but a tank top and shorts he stretched his arms above his head feeling his joints pop and stretch. His body had always been more prone to popping joints and sore muscles. He hadn't needed to take care of a mortal body in a long while, his body was always stiff and hard to move. He spent his day using crutches and finding ways with less pain than yesterday. Artemis helped him when he had fainting spells and whenever he needed.
Hermes laid on the couch of his home trying to escape the heat. When he became mortal he didn't expect that heat would be one of his biggest challenges. He was so used to running everywhere exploring and never taking breaks but now he was so hot constantly. Running for a few minutes would overheat and over work his body. He was now unable to be a messenger; his body didn't want to be put under that strain. His feet ached and he looked like he was in pain most any time he moved. How could he work like that? What could he do like that?
Living with other gods turned mortals he was used to never thinking about the mortal needs, eating, drinking, sleeping, he never had to think about it. It hurt his body, his mortal form not caring for it. He didn't think much of it, or he used to. Now that his body was weak and unable to move and think and his body was so weak and he looked like he would pass out constantly. He liked being mortal. But being a god was easier. He didn't have to eat or sleep or care for his body. But this body felt more like his than any godly godly he could have.
This was his body. His to care for and make look his own. His hair sun kissed and damaged from heat and his body covered in tattoos from time spent with Poseidon and his kids. He was still Hermes, god of thieves, travelers, the messenger of the gods. But he was also Hermes, father of many and a kind soul. He would take kids from half blood out and get them whatever they wanted. He pushed apollon around in his wheelchair and carried nico on his shoulders when he was feeling weak.
Ares was a kind soul, he was the god of war but didn't like harming those without reason. Being mortal now he was just as kind to everyone. He went out of his way to help people. Unlike his sister he would help regardless. His body was destroying itself from the inside out. He was a mess from straining his body even in godly form. His muscles were slowly breaking down, he was losing his mobility by this time next year he would be dependent on someone else. He could barely stand for a long time and had to use a walker in order to not fall. How could he live like this?
He lived for his children, the ones he had when a god, the ones he loved more than anything and the ones he wished he could love for longer. He wished he could spend more time with them as the god of war instead of mortals. He wanted to be their dad and care for them forever. But until that day he would be confined to the earth watching as he slowly lose his mobility and lose his life. He watched as the gods turned mortal, destroying their bodies and leaving their kids with a life of regret and hurt. When apollon came back from being mortal he said he was a hero once again he found people to love in a family way he was happy.
Ares was happy, he was, he had a family, he had his friends, he had everything. Yet the aches and pains in his body kill himself from the inside out. Hermes was happy. He was only overheating and exhausting, he was only dying. Odd thing to think about a god dying a god losing its immortal life. But it was fine. Apollon was losing his life, he was losing everything he ever loved, he was losing his family for a second time. He was only losing his life.