Apollo ran his hand through the sand, watching as the grain fell away between his fingers.
Guinevere had kicked him out shouting something about needing some space and clingy ex-immortals constantly being under her feet. He was not going to lie, the comment had hurt, but he tried not to think about it. He was trying not to think about a lot of things, especially the thought that somewhere on this tiny island was the object of his affections, they could run into each other at any second.
He was not going to let that happen.
For a while now Apollo had been making sure to avoid the little scientist, not wishing for the boy to see him in his current condition. That condition being that he was now no longer a god, he was a mortal, just like everybody else...and he hated it.
Sighing he lay back in the sand, gazing up at the sky and muttered, “How long is this punishment for...I know you can hear me...”
Jasmine was taking a little stroll. She loved the beach and she hadn't been to one since before the war started. After a few minutes of walking, she heard a voice. She looked to her left, and saw one of the older students laying on the sand. There was no one else around, so she had to assume he was talking to her.
"Of course I can hear you, but what punishment? I don't think we've even met. How could I have punished you?" Jasmine said. After she spoke, she realised that the boy probably hadn't been talking to her.
Apollo turned his head to look at the woman who had spoken and said, “I wasn’t talking to you.”
At the best of times, Apollo did not have much time for other people unless they were charming and adorable young men. Really, there were very few women in his life who he found even the slightest bit interesting. There was his sister, of course, although she was very much out of his favour at the moment, and his new friend, Gwen, but he was getting the impression she barely tolerated him. As a rule he tended to avoid them, it was usually best all round.
“I was speaking to my father,” he said pointing in the general direction of the sky, “before you came and interrupted. Do you make a habit of that? Just interrupting someone when they’re having a family discussion?”
"Oh, oops. I didn't know," Jasmine said with a hint of sarcasm.
She was starting to find it fun when people got angry at her. No one ever did that in Agrabah, and few did it here. It was refreshing, like the move to the island. Something she wasn't used to. And, with a little work, it could turn into a bit of a game. Or it could just blow up in her face, but at least it was hard for others to hurt her feelings.
"I'm very sorry I interrupted your chat with the sky, but it interrupted my walk. So, you should be the one apologizing," Jasmine said.
“Me?! Apologise to you?!” said Apollo sitting up and wrapping his arms around his legs, “I’ve never heard anything more ridiculous in my life, why would I ever apologise to someone like you?”
He burst out laughing, the first time since he felt mortality take a hold on him, it felt good to be laughing again. The whole idea was simply preposterous to Apollo, that he would dare lower himself to apologising to a mortal, he wasn’t even sure if he was capable of apologising to anyone let alone a mortal. He may have lost his own immortality but he would rather be sent to Uncle Hades before he ever stooped that low.
“Now run along girly, before I really lose my temper,” said Apollo motioning with his hand just where she could run off too.
"Why wouldn't you apologise to me? Am I undesirable for some reason?" Jasmine asked. She planned to keep her princess status to her self. Or she at least wouldn't use it yet. It took the fun out of everything. It was a lot like having no freedom!
She smiled when the boy laughed. He was being entertained somehow. Maybe he was toying with her. That could be interesting. Or annoying. She had no idea how it felt to be messed with. Most people treated her wel just because she was a girl. She didn't even have to tell them she was a princess most of the time, but maybe they figured it out themselves.
"Run along?"asmine said indignantly, "I'm as free to be here as you are. You're welcome to leave if you don't enjoy my company."
“Completely undesirable,” said Apollo pulling a face of disgust as he looked her over, “I can honestly say that there is not a part of you that I find desirable at all. You, are about as desirable as the plague, but then most of you women are. The fact that you think yourself to be desirable simply makes you even more undesirable, especially when you have absolutely nothing to back it up.”
Should he have some kind of godly power restored to him Apollo would have taken this opportunity to inflict a curse upon the woman. Something wonderfully fitting like…well….giving her the plague which would mar whatever good looks she thought she had. Unfortunately due to his fathers punishment he could do no such thing, he could only use his words to bring down this annoyance.
“I was here first!” he whined as only Apollo could whine, “and besides you were walking I was sunbathing, so walk on!”
Jasmine burst out laughing. "You obviously didn't get what I meant," she said, " I meant undesirable like you wouldn't want me around. You took it like I wanted you to like me in some way. Why would I care what you think?"
Boys didn't make much sense to her. They obviously thought women could only think about being wanted or being beautiful. She never really thought about being wanted. She had never dated before or anything. None of it meant much to Jasmine.
She surpressed a second laugh when the boy started whining. "Well I want to walk here. You can go somewhere else and sunbathe if you dislike me so much," she replied.
“Why would you care what I think?” said Apollo, completely outraged at the blatant disrespect this little nobody was showing him.
Jumping to his feet he crossed towards her and said, “Look here missy, you could do with shutting that mouth of yours. My opinion is the only opinion that matters when you are in my presence do you hear? I will be given the proper treatment appropriate to my station.
Which was….nothing.
He did not have his godly power anymore…but she did not know that
“You are speaking to Apollo, God of the Sun, of the Arts, of the Athletics, of Medicine and Young Men. You can walk somewhere else.”
"That's what I just said," Jasmine said annoyedly. She was growing bored of the... lesser intelligence of the other boy. Or maybe it was just an act on his part. She couldn't bear the thought of her being the one getting messed with here.
"The treatment appropriate to your station? It's obvious you don't know my station," Jasmine said with all the calmness she could muster. SHe felt ready to explode with frustration.
"Oh my, another greek god. Another one who has limited power within the town, which includes the island. I'll stay here as long as I like, and you can't do anything about it."
Limited power? He didn’t have any powers, no thanks to his father thinking that now was the best time to punish him for…for what exactly?! Picking on his little brother? Hermes had deserved it and since when did his father concern himself with sibling rivalry and arguments? It had nothing to do with him, nothing at all, and yet here he was, powerless, now Hera…that he could believe.
However Hera was not his problem right now, it was this ridiculous woman in front of him.
“Your station is of no consequence, you are a mortal and thus lower to me in every way, not to mention you’re a woman,” he said looking her up and down, “do you know what my sister and I have done to you weak mortals? When one of them boasted that she was a greater mother than our own my sister and I saw to it that all her sons and daughters met a grisly end. I sent plagues to the Greeks when one of their own thought to take one of my priests daughters, I killed the Python, I killed the Cyclops that fashioned the thunderbolt for my father…”
Smiling he said, “So tell me again how I should be the one to move. Please. Make, my, day.”
Jasmine couldn't stand the way he talked to her. He acted like she was nothing. Compared to the lifespan of a god, which was forever, human lifespans were extremely short and worthless, but she was still something to the other humans. And to herself. There was also the fact that she had no power and he had a lot. Not that that truly mattered to her.
"My being a woman doesn't make me any less important than you. Neither does the fact that I'm mortal. I'm not afraid of the things you've done to other people. I'll be fine with whatever you'e rude enough to do to me. And you don't have to move, but if you continue to be annoyed by me, it's a great solution," she said.