Benevolent.

Apollo

Noah always liked mythology.

You didn't get it, often. Whenever he would rant and rave about Norse gods you would only sigh and nod. Albeit happily, it was nice seeing him so excited. It was a rare occasion he would get so excited over his interests.

"Your uncle loved the sun," you whispered to your baby, rocking him in your arms. Salty tears gathered in your eyes, your lip wobbling as it felt like your entire heart was stuck in your throat. "He would bring me outside all the time, he hated winter. Always preferred staying in the sun in summer, playing in the lake."

"I think that's why he loved Apollo so much." The baby in your arms cooed quietly, the eyes of your brother staring widely at you. He burrowed his face into the soft blanket he was swaddled in, at peace.

"I wish he was here." Your voice betrayed your emotions, your words cracking as they passed your lips. The baby fussed, his little face scrunching up as droplets of tears fell on his chubby cheeks. "He would be so happy to meet you."

You needed your brother. "He would've held you in his arms, rocked you and sang to you. He always sang so beautifully, he would have killed me if I told you I always caught him singing."

It's raining outside.

"He would've known what to do." You can't help but plead mentally. You want to lash out, cry, yell, throw something. How can someone be so selfish? So selfish to not wait and see their nephew? For leaving their sister alone?

How can someone be so cruel?

You can remember the look in his eyes when they place the white sheet over him that night.

"My baby. My Apollo. My sunshine." God knows you need it. He's your sunshine, the light through the rain. Because your sun went behind the clouds. "I'll listen to you everyday. Even when you're sick and tired of me, I'll always be there for you."

Apollo, born with infinite knowledge and sense, reached out and grabbed your nose. His eyes remained closed, but he was still there. How can anyone leave him behind?

He cooed softly, a laugh bubbling through his close eyed smile. The small red patch on his forehead wrinkling from his coo. A sob ripped through you, immediately curling the baby closer to your chest. You slumped on a nearby chair, hugging the baby for dear life.

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"God, I hate my brother! He is the reason I am like this!" The man in front of you cursed, tugging at the handcuffs locking him to the metal table. "If he kept his stupid fucking mouth shut he'd still be here!"

You winced. "We just need to know where he is, Jared."

"Ask his bitch wife." He said smugly, leaning back in his seat. "Maybe she knows where he is."

You took a deep, sighed, closed your file, and left to the room. You turned the corner, meeting the chief half way. "Lock him up."

"What?"

"Lock him up. He killed his brother."

"Y/N," Chief Kingsley stated, a disapproval stare forming in his eyes. "you know we can't do that. We have to get a confession or evidence."

"He killed his brother!" You cried exasperatedly, your hands in front of you. "He practically confessed it in between the lines! I'm sure if you searched his backyard you'd find some evidence."

Kingsley sighed, dragging a large hand over his mustache. "We'll keep him in for some further interrogation."

You straightened your back, already turning your heel towards the room. "Fine, I'm sure I can pry something--"