A therapeutic house call (Milo)

[Apollo]

He had thought he could trust the little nymph to stay out of it all, to see just how much contempt he held for such creatures and back away. However, having been out of the limelight for over a thousand years meant that even the demi-Gods would show little respect to their elders, and to those much more powerful than themselves. Just because his temple was a ruin now, just because there were next to know real followers didn’t mean that he didn’t deserve a little respect. Who made the sun come up every morning? Who made sure it went back into the sea at night? Who else could inspire music, drama, art the conduits to a happy and peaceful world full of love? Who would whisper into the ears of healers, or doctors or whatever they were called now, telling them the secrets to advance this ‘science’? Who would look after all those lovely young men? Who, who, who, who?!

The answer was him.

How dare she get in his way, but he was powerless to do anything about it. Milo was here and he must not frighten the human by turning her skin inside out, or perhaps sending her to the underworld, or… even if he could do any of that stuff at this point even as his hands itched to use his power he could feel the blocks in place. The blocks that appeared whenever the person in question had a fate about it. Curse those fates, they were always spoiling his fun and/or revenge. The Gods could not interfere in the lives of mortals if it would set them off their path, their destiny, their fates, and they had already weaved something else for this little thing.

However, before he could even snap at the nymph his little Apple was speaking. He was speaking and how wonderful his voice was, the harmonies, the melodies, the way he stumbled before he replied, that sweet little ‘uh’. The nymph could take her little sing song magic voice elsewhere for all he cared, he could sit and listen to Milo talk for days and days. And not only was he replying he was saying yes, he was agreeing to Apollo’s request, although he didn’t look too sure. Apollo, however was not put off by it and grinned happily, “Oh little Apple yes, yes this is indeed happening, and I promise you I will strive to make your evening the best evening you have ever had!”

It was then a little dark thought crossed his mind which almost turned the happy grin into a slightly menacing one. ‘Prey’ she said, well he would show her, and win Milo over at the same time. HA! She would never see it coming. Turning the happy grin on her he reached out for her hand and said, “But of course, you must come with us my dear. All three, we shall go together yes?”

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Rejection. Is that what you would call this? She hadn't exactly asked the poor dear, but she had made her intensions as clear as she might, those being rather romantically related. Still, he was obviously choosing the flamboyant sun god over herself when it came to such things by accepting his request. So this strange twisting sensation in her stomach is what most would call the results of rejection. Yet, she had a feeling that Milo wasn't considering this a much s she was. She let her hand fall from his shoulder and inspected his face closely. Awestruck, a bit nervous, baffled, flattered, all these would show there in his eyes and she knew he wasn't deeply considering his relationship with either her nor the sun god. She felt her stomach unwind and she turn to Apollo as he answered Milo's question before she could.

Her eyes were blank, but never cold. She may not carry a specific liking for this greek symbol, but she would not be blinding by irritation while assessing this situation. She would still go, at least, observe them, perhaps find herself a way to win dear Milo over. Just then Apollo offered that all three of them go as a trio. Egeria was almost positive that this was not traditional in the human world. Still, she glanced down at Milo to read his expression. She noted a certain fear there, not an extreme one really, but enough to cause him certain anxiety. There is was then. If she were the one he did not fear, yet that barrier were still left between him and Apollo, she was likely to be his choice. Egeria was not accustomed to fighting for things, or fighting at all for that matter, but believed that she would have to do some form of that here. Fight for the heart of little Milo.

She gave him a small, but welcoming smile. Should dear Milo wish it, of course she commented, being sure to give him the option. She glanced up at Apollo, his grin rather menacing and she knew imminently that he had a plan of his own. What a dangerous game this would be. She would like not to fail, she found, she would really not like to fail.

[Milo Thatch]

Milo's analytical mind considered a lot of things. He considered cultural customs before he went around wearing things that were considered offensive to someone's gods, he paid attention to regional colloquialisms so he didn't wind up using a word that meant "potato" in one region when it meant "screw your mother" in the region he was in. But considering people's attraction to him...that wasn't something he was used to factoring in. At all. Normally, he was too busy playing catchup with his own runaway blabbering to do any really deep consideration of how other people might feel about him. The impression he gave wasn't first in his mind; it came second to whether or not he felt like he was embarrassing himself as soon as he opened his mouth.

This was requiring way too much thought energy dedicated towards non-scholarly pursuits, and while that wasn't always a bad thing in and of itself, it was foreign to him. Even Kida had been an academic interest before he'd realized the way he felt about her. How was he supposed to deal with two subjects of utter academic fascination suddenly deciding they had very human interests in him? It almost didn't compute. There was still some small part of his mind that was trying to convince him "well, they didn't mean it like that" - the rest of his mind knew that part was hopelessly naive and not so bright, but it was there, nonetheless.

This whole going to prom as a trio thing...it certainly wasn't normal, and nobody else would probably be doing it, but truth be told, Milo was fascinated by both Apollo and Egeria, and while he couldn't say for sure if he even was interested in either of them romantically (Apollo was male, and Egeria was really unnerving, so neither of them were especially normal for him to be thinking about in that fashion), he definitely knew that he didn't want either of them running off all offended that he had spurned them.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Yeah, it sounds...great...should I just...meet you two there, or does someone want to be picked up or...pick me up, or...I don't really..."

[Apollo]

Normally, Apollo would be so enraptured by the lovely sound of Milo’s voice that he wouldn’t really be paying much attention to what it was he was actually saying. However he had too much at stake in this conversation and was decidedly being a lot more attention, as hard as it may be, it was such an enchanting little voice…but he was even paying attention to the blasted nymph, waiting for her to make her own move, which surprisingly was agreeing to his. Something which Milo was now doing as well in his little sweet roundabout and nervous way.

He tried not to be too offended that Milo didn’t immediately turn to him and ask him about being picked up, which took a lot considering some would say he had a sort of god-complex and hits to the ego like that was not good. However he managed to reign it under control, it wasn’t Apple’s fault. Apple was merely mesmerized, hypnotised, no brainwashed by the nasty little evil nymph and couldn’t help it. He was so polite as well, part of what endeared him to Apollo, of course he would offer to pick her up as well, it didn’t necessarily mean that there was any feeling or attraction there. No, not at all, nope…

Deciding that it was probably better if this little situation stayed in his capable hands he grinned happily and slinging an arm around both of their necks he said, “Wonderful! then I must insist my sweet things, that I do the picking up. I can assure you I will find the most wondrous and appropriate mode of transport. My little Apple I shall pick you up at 7:30.”

Turning to Egeria he grinned a little more evilly, “and you my dearest little sweet nymph. I shall see you at 7.”

“Oh what fun we’re going to have,” he said cheerily, looking back at Milo and kissing his forehead.

Breaking away from them he headed towards the door, positively skipping, “Oh so much to do, so little time. Ta ta, my little blossoms!”

And with that he closed the door behind him, and then did skip down the hallway.