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XX -The Gods Intervene

PROSERPINA:

Something crashed behind her.

At hearing the sudden commotion, Proserpina feels a curious Thanatos slowly stir into attention at the back of her mind.

"POPPPPYYYY!!!"

...only for the god of death to promptly cut himself off faster than she could even register the words, let alone blink.

So, she's on her own.

Lovely.

Proserpina exhales noisily.

There can't possibly be any sound reason for the blindingly bright god of the sun (and harbinger of headaches as Artemis liked to claim) to come running out of the blue towards her like the fate of the entire cosmos depends on it.

And not to mention, it's not even five in the morning.

Quietly mourning the loss of her peace of mind (after this conversation, she was so sure, with a twinge of pain, that it shall never return), Proserpina takes a delicate sip of her orange juice as she sits by the edge of the edge of the pool, her bare feet dipping lightly over the water as she watches the olderbut centuries way more immature—god now standing next to her, breathing in and out large gulps of air as he dramatically braces himself on his knees as though he was actually out of breath.

Her face went completely flat.

It's too early for this nonsense.

"It wasn't a big deal when you rejected my love for you ages ago. Don't worry, I am not a sore loser and I respect your decision, of course," Apollo starts, his radiant face looking so serious while Proserpina's eye twitched in irritation at the memory, "...but to accept the affections of a mere mongrel in favor of a god as dazzling as I is just BEYOND INSULTING!"

Somewhere far from here, Proserpina can distantly hear the sound of the morning birds chirping as they flew away.

...Proserpina thinks, longingly, that she kind of wanted to fly with them too. Sighing, Proserpina turns her head away from the other god in favor of taking a larger gulp of her orange juice with a relish she couldn't really get to enjoy.

Come to think of it... she read in a book once that if one doesn't pay attention to something, it will simply get tired and go away on its own.

Maybe it will work on Apollo too...

"Now, I know my baby sister is... hey! STOP SPACING OUT! —practically pressuring or probably forcing you into this madness because there is no way you will agree to be in a relationship. You can open up to me, you know."

...and no such luck.

"No one is forcing me into anything," she snaps, not bothering to even look at him.

If anything, the moon goddess, while usually not caring with the men looking up to her in general, was still most likely against with the idea of her worshipper being actively involved with another goddess and... wait a minute.

What baby sister?

She squints at him, "Isn't Artemis supposed to be older than you?"

Apollo ignores her, "But you must remember, Poppy, werewolf or not, they wouldn't be able to stay alive not even an inch as long as ours. They may not be like those adorably fragile humans, but they still have finite life-spans. Certainly, you might be inclined to think you are happy with this one for now... but it won't ever compare to how a god could make you feel like you were on the seventh heaven! Besides, he would be old and ugly before you even know it!"