#ollonos

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In this episode of Mel misses her family, she asks the extended family. It goes... less then amazingly

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the ollonos charms i made came innnnn

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Brothers in arms and brothers in general distaste for each other.

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update, theyre dating guys

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They're flirting don't worry

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Random boon drop dialogue i got after gifting Icarus some ambrosia, idk if it triggers for the other romances. But is Apollo seeing someone in this game???

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The heat of Apollo’s stare feels weak to the too warm hand gripping Hypnos’ chin, pulling him in and forcing their eyes to meet. The incarnates, for all their posturing as merely means to an end and nothing more than aspects of Chaos, knew themselves to be divine and godly to some degree. But here, feeling the soft, blemish free skin of a real god— hypnos feels wildly inadequate.

Apollo stares at him, unblinking and bored. There’s something crazed, in those bright eyes of his. That much is proven as he leans in further breathing the incarnate in, taking the air from his lungs with each inhale. “I should seer my image behind your eyes.” Apollo whispers. “Have you see me in the waking world and your domain”

Hypnos hums, unable to look away. He doesn’t know when they started talking so lowly, murmuring into the other’s mouth and the ridge of his nose and the flat skin of the cheek. “I need not close my eyes to sleep, my lord”

“You jest”

“I’ve been told I’m incredibly unfunny, actually”

A god domineering his space like this was, or rather, should’ve been distinctly uncomfortable. It was, a part of his screamed out from the back of his mind. The louder, more front facing part of him leaned into the warmth, letting his back arch off the wall and hands wind around the smaller God’s hips. Was every Olympian so warm? So whole? His kin ranged in size and shape but the stockier, cold dispositions of his siblings was absent in every Olympian hypnos had met.

Zagreus too, was warm. Maybe Hypnos had a type.

The thought is cut short, going taught before falling limp as Apollo finally closes the gap and kisses him. In an instant, hypnos understand’s melinoe’s little boy shade intimately. Needing this, chasing this.

“Think only of me. Not whatever daydreams plague you while your sun is out”

He’d nod, if he had the space. Or the ability to pull back from the God’s searing kiss.

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MERCH CAME IN THANK YOU @koipalm I LOVEEE YOU

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missed my thingy. sobs

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A shovel talk, kinda

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Some ollonos hcs before me go to sleep

Apollo is deeply deeply concerned with social status and staying in the proverbial limelight in relation to his family and followers so he doesn’t enjoy the idea of letting Hypnos sully that reputation (this will change). Which is all to say that he uses a lot of pet names/nicknames. Partially because it’s endearing and cute and feeds into his sweet lover boy persona but also because it creates distance and keeps people at arms length. Names are … intimate. So here’s some nicknames he uses for Hypnos and when it takes place in their relationship:

Sleep (the most basic and often used name. Isn’t romantic in nature is functions more as an actual name then anything for hypnos.)

Dreamer (the first nickname with any emotion behind it. Was used when they officially became friends and only got more meaningful once they became lovers. It’s Apollo’s favorite to say, and he says it a lot, and has free most emotion behind it. Makes hypnos swoon)

Heart (the pining stage where hypnos wasn’t into him yet but Apollo had it bad. When asked why ‘heart’ of all things was less impactful then random words, he would hand wave and insist it was because like the heart hypnos needed rest lest he burst everywhere and fall flat.)

Muse (a soft attempt at a replacement for dreamer, as it feels headier, but Hypnos wouldn’t budge. Fun addition when he’s referring to his lover in public tho)

Daydream (the more possessive cousin to dreamer. This starts when they get serious, almost as if signifying their relationship proper. Usually only uses this when begging, or teasing, or being openly mean— moments of intensity)

Starlight (tried this for a day, didn’t like how it sounded but occasionally will bring it out if he’s bored)

As for hypnos, he calls Apollo either ‘Polly’ (pronounced like paulie) or guy. Think Wallace from SPVTW. The significance in the simplicities of his nicknames for Apollo cannot be understated.

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Did u guys get this dialogue yet?

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A brief interlude where Lord Hades blames Prince Zagreus for ... match making?

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okay well what if apollo knew hypnos before his eternal sleep (all the stuff we went over) but wasnt able to tell him how he felt. are you with me

Lord Apollo's spacial awareness was something to be in awe of, truly. The attendant had just walked into his room to refill his many chalices and restock his fruit bowls when she took note of the god. Basked in light, as he ought to be, Apollo sat at his massive window sill and stared into the distance, captivated by whatever was looking back at him. From behind he seemed almost peaceful but as she got closer a distinct boredom radiated off his person. A bored god, she learned, was a displeased one.

without looking at her, Apollo called out in a dismissive tone. The same one he used when calling for his less favorable hounds "you."

"Sire?"

The god stares out of his window, leaning on a open palm and glaring at the soft light streaming onto his perfect face. He looked like something out of a painting, something beyond even godhood. He looked like whatever came after divinity. The servant, still new to the whole 'attending to gods' thing, found herself unable to find a fitting word to describe his silhouette past— Apollo. "The last missive I sent down to that wretched place, what happened to it?"

He'd been asking about that message over and over for the last hour, unable to rest with a simple "we don't yet know". The last person to give such a blase answer was thrown from the window, the sun bleaching their skin as they fell from the heavens. "uh, it goes unopened sire."

".... unopened..." his glare hardens, going from mild distaste to something more sour. His lip puckers, as if trying to will a bad taste out of his mouth and he sneers at whatever he's looking at. "When did you last check?"

"8 minutes ago, my lord"

With the flick of his wrist he dismisses the aid, refusing to look from his view. "Check again. Leave me unattended until it's opened"

she leaves, nodding and Apollo is alone. Miraculously.

That miserable god stuck in that miserable domain forced to do miserable work below his station instead of what matters-- responding to Apollos letters. To imagine a god or mortal too busy to respond to Apollo when he's calling for them specifically is almost too much for his imagination. He might very well wring the incarnate's neck next time they speak, if he doesn't kiss it first. Damn it all. Apollo had half a mind to shine his divine light down into those hellish depths and blind everything in his path, just to prove a point. Perhaps he'll sear his image in sleep's eyelid, willing himself to be seen even when all else is black under that childish mask.

The thought does bring a smile to his face. Just barely.

FIC SOON

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