build me up buttercup
02-20-2014, 06:12 PM
His stomach lurched from the sudden intake of sustenance, almost as if food was foreign to his gut. His lip quirked idly as he ignored the momentary pain, admiring his brother strolling onto the scene. Hermes, he murmured in greeting while watching his mother and father greet their other son - his brother. Hermes was far more energetic - as demonstrated by his haphazard entrance - and boisterous than Apollo had ever been, but the white one wouldn't dream of looking down on him for it. When Helios and Natalya had spoken their piece, Apollo would chime in once more. I've been better. He noted nothing specific, for truly he wouldn't bore them with his life. A pack of our own? Coral eyes widened with interest, wondering where his place would be in this pack. He knew his family and their inherent strength and prowess - he also knew his own weaknesses and how very many of them there were. Would there even be a place for him among the olympians he had once known?