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“Bec,” a soft voice wakes Rebecca in the middle of the night. “Over here, beautiful.”
Rebecca looks around for a moment, a mist of sleep still clinging to her mind, before she spots him in the window. “Apollo?” she whispers back. His smile is bright enough Rebecca is worried he might wake the rest of the Hermes cabin. “I’ll meet you in the field.”
It takes her longer than she’d expected to escape the overcrowded cabin. She giggles as she dodges the harpies patrolling camp, ensuring nobody breaks curfew. Eventually, she reaches the strawberry fields where Apollo is waiting for her. He’s spread out a blanket and was opening a bottle of rum when she approached. Pouring two glasses and handing her one, he says, “I thought you’d moved into the big house.”
“I had,” she confirms. “But the keepers brought in a four-year-old and she just wouldn’t stop crying.”
“And you had to play babysitter.”
“I have been here the longest. What about you? Any gossip from on high? Is my grandfather still a dick?”
For hours, they talk and drink, enjoying each other’s company. Apollo tells her of the latest update in the ongoing feud between Ares and Hephaestus. How Zeus is in the doghouse, again, because Hera caught him cheating on her, again. Phobos and Deimos were back in Olympus for a while. Apparently, modern Sparta is too boring for the twin gods of fear and terror. Artemis and Athena both chastised him for planning to sneak away from Olympus to visit Rebecca.
He looks up into her amused azure eyes from where he lays beside her on the blanket as she twirls a lock of his blonde hair around her finger. “They seem to think I’m harassing you,” he complains.
Rebecca leans down to kiss him before assuring, “Let them think what they want. You could never harass me.”
Sitting up and looking up at the full moon, Apollo questions, “But what if they’re partially right?”
Pushing herself up to sit shoulder to shoulder with the deity, Rebecca asks, “Do you feel like you’re harassing me? Or is this,” she gestures vaguely towards him, “just the alcohol talking?”
“I don’t know,” he confesses after a contemplative moment. “It’s probably just the rum.”
Kissing his cheek, Rebecca starts braiding a section of Apollo’s hair right behind his ear. “You’re one of my few constants. I like being with you. Don’t let your sisters make a problem where there isn’t one.”
“Speaking of problems,” Dionysus says, announcing his presence with a disapproving tone.
“Hey, Uncle D.”
“Hello little brother.” In a somewhat quieter voice, Apollo jokes to Rebecca, “I think he is a bit cranky.”