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Meg laid in her bed, mind straying far away, her thoughts flooding her with so many words.
“He doesn't want you”
“Your nothing to him, he just takes pity”
“He just sees you as an annoying nuisance, not a sister.”
“You. are. Nothing to him.”
It has been 3 months since she's seen pollo, and she was worried now, meg would always get mail or some type of contact if it's been more then 2 weeks since they've seen each other.
And yet It was those last two thoughts that broke her; normally she was able to keep a stoic face for the most part, her eyes just glistening with unshed tears; but now the dam had broken, causing her to be wrecked with sobs. She clasped her hand over her mouth to stop the noise from leaving her.
She froze as a knock on her door hit her ears, she took deep breath, calming herself down as fast as she could, holding back the tears she put a facade up, she cracked the door open, coming face to face with a Lester papadopoulos.
Meg even though she was a bit shorter then him, grabbed his ear dragging him into her room “where have you been?! It's been 3 months man” meg ran her hand through her hair as she let go of his now red swollen ear, Apollo flopped down on the bed, a small smile gracing his features.
“Aaaw you do care about me~”
"Of course I care about you, you dummy!”
Apollo chuckled, sitting up slowly while rubbing the back of his neck.
“Sorry meg, got caught up with some business and my father, you know how it is.” Apollo waved his hands around. “Yeah yeah, whatever, but normally you're able to send me something that shows you're still alive!”
She crossed her arms, cocking her eyebrow in question. “Ah- well…sorry hermes was overly busy, more than usual and I didn't want to be a bother to anyone.” Meg frowned, usually he would never pass up the opportunity to yap on and on to others.
“What's going on les….?” Meg moved, sitting next to her brother- (maybe they weren’t siblings by blood, but that never mattered, it was just how they felt after all the shit they went through, I mean who wouldn’t?) -relaxing a hand onto his shoulder, she felt him tense, the corner of her mouth downturned even more. “It's nothing meg, I promise, just family drama and everything, nothing new!” A awkward chuckle left his lips, eyes turning away from her gaze.
“Want to try again? Without lying, you're the god of truth, you make a face every time you lie; which is pretty funny actually." Meg smirked, remembering the times she caught him lying from his face changing ever so slightly, it either be with a grimace, or the twitch of an eye, or slight movement. apollo heaved a sigh out his nose, his normal smile on his face gone, replaced with just a slight pout. His shoulders sagged trying to reales the tension there, just from the change of what he’s normally like showed how old he really was.
“Just…father has been more-...ruthless I guess. One wrong move ends with me being struck by the master's bolt.” he curled on himself burying his face between his knees. “Oh pollo…” Meg watched as Apollo's shoulders started to shake sobs slowly making it through his mouth, he tried to drown them down by holding a hand over them. Apollo hatted crying in front of people, feeling like a burden causing others problems.
Any time he cried it would always be in the confinements of his room, or places that were normally empty and void of chatter. It was embarrassing to even let one tear slip out, yet being around these people….meg…lit… they somehow made it seem like he wasn’t a problem for them, like he could just cry without shame and being ridiculed.
Meg wrapped her arms around her brother reassuring him “it's okay, go ahead and let it out….he cant get you here. I promise.” the dam broke, Apollo was a crying mess within minutes. Meg held him close, rubbing her hand up and down his back. After what felt like hours but was really thirty minutes, Apollo had calmed down to small hiccups, his breath slowly evening out.
A small sad smile formed on megs face as she looked at apollos form in her hands. Instantly now that she could get a better look she noticed the bandages and lightning burns covered on him, which normally if injury were sustained by a god, it would heal leaving no scar, unless it was forced to stay or happened to often to fully heal. Rage passed through her eyes, yet it was gone in a flash, stuffed away to the back of her mind for the time being, cause right now she had to take care of her brother.
Five hours later jo walked in seeing the two holding each other as they slept. She grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and draped it on them, turning the lights off as she turned around and shut the door