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                                                         cheer up and                                                    dry your damp eyes!                                                    tell me when it rains–

               i’ll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins!

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the old gods see through your bullshit

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       Iris appeared as she always did; in a short-lived blaze of vibrant color, the small woman burst into existence. Usually, this was preoccupied with a loud squeal of greeting, multiple new fun facts she’d just learned, completely unnecessary gossip, a wail as to why on earth am I still single I think I’m sorta cute don’t you and a complaint about her harpy sisters. However, this time, the rainbow goddess remained unnaturally dead silent. 

      She stiffly handed Zeus some letters, her face stony hard. --Iris looked practically ill, actually, nearly sick. 

       She held up a sheet of paper to Zeus, sticking it in directly in his face. Scrabbled in messy neon-green gel pen were the words “ARES BET ME TEN BUCKS OVER IF I COULD BE QUIET FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT OR NOT AND I AM GOING TO SHOW THAT PUNK ASS FUCKER WHAT’S WHAT.”

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brokenbow:

Was he sorry about that? Not really. “That’s the most attractive sounding he’s been in literal centuries. Honestly, whenever I picture him now, all I’m going to see is a giant floating butt. Maybe some wings.” 

Granted, a giant floating butt did have some important physiological questions. What did the back of a butt look like? Apollo mentally shrugged; the poetic irony of Zephyrus becoming the embodiment of the ass he was was too good.

      "It'd be peachy keen if we could talk 'bout literally any person ever that isn’t-- again, your words, not mine-- my deadbeat husband, Apollo. That’s been the policy since he married Chloris without even lettin’ me know ‘bout her, much less the fuckin’ wedding.”

      Her mood had soured fast. The colors that usually danced upon her skin, all hues of Iris’ prized rainbow, had turned a moldy purple shade.

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“How the heck should I know? I’m not a climate god. That sounds like a question for Dad, or for any of the wind dudes he’s got working for em. I know every time your deadbeat husband farts by it gets a little warmer. Maybe the butt he tooted out of makes things warm.”

      "I appreciate you callin' him the god'a wet farts, Apollo, but I was originally hopin’ that this lunch break would be a nice, quiet time to myself ‘nd now I’m thinkin’ about my-- your words, not mine-- deadbeat husband farting.”

      Iris took a dejected bite of the ham sandwich she’d left on the bench. Gods definitely didn’t need to eat on a human schedule, per se, but Iris always seemed to enjoy going along with the mortals.

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“Ok, first off, you know that’s not true. You know exactly why its a bad idea for random people to drive the Sun around. Second off, its not like I dont trust you, I just know how difficult the Sun Chariot and the Sun Horses are. My first day on the job, I accidently melted some of the glaciers in North America and set off a minor extinction of large mammals on that continent.” Stupid Roman downsizing, giving him Helios’ job when he didnt want it–

      "Whoa, you actually got mad! I was just kiddin’, y’know?! I wasn’t really pissed off!” Iris pouted, plopping herself back onto the bench. She wouldn’t give up without a fight, but it was a short-lived fight. “Nobody lets me do nothin’ cool, though, I will complain ‘bout that. But seriously, there’s gotta be a temperature option somewhere. Explain to me, no science-y shit involved, how summers in Puyallup, Washington ‘nd summers in Johannesburg, South Africa got different temperatures if you got no temperature switchy-thing on that gods-forsaken machine’a yours.”

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 He shot a glance over at the expensive looking Lamborghini he’d parked on the street, the one with the awesome flame paint job and sick rims. Mortals would see a fancy sports car. Apollo wasnt really concerned about one of those mortals trying to take a joy-ride, the Mist would take care of that. But an immortal was a different story.

 “Uhhhhh, Iris. I’m really not supposed to let other people behind the controls here. You do remember what happened to Phaethon, right?”

      Phaethon was definitely a fair point, but Iris was by no means going down without a fight if it meant she could stop climate change and sweating in one go. 

      “Oh, I get it. You don’t trust me, do you?! You don’t trust me none in your stupid sun car,” Her voice rose with fake anger-- the Thaumantia sisters had a flair for the theatrics, and seeing as Iris was the one who couldn’t produce prophecies, she had to be dramatic in other ways. “Little minor goddess, not good enough for big Apollo, not important enough to even be near the precious chariot! Pah!” She spun around, tossing her fluffy hair as she stepped away.

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@colourphone has stolen a rose

      𝕵eanne Marie and her brothers were all staring at the horizon or what for them had come to count as the horizon, where the castle grounds reached whateve real world lay beyond their prison.

Their was a something flying out there. At first it had seemed to them some kind of colorful bird, now they weren’t sure. A fairy perhaps? Come to inspect their imprisonment?

      It hadn't been a good day for Iris-- There were always angry air and water spirits, the sky nymphs and river gods of the past that despised her for choosing the gods over the Titans, from whence her family had come. It had been thousands of years, but none could hold a grudge further than betrayed immortals. 

       Iris was small and not made for battle (speed, perhaps, but not fighting!) and all it took was a sudden clap of high-pressure air from the aurae for the goddess to spiral out of the sky, heading straight down into unfamiliar territory. She landed hard with a single cry of pain, ichor-blood smearing the ground around her.

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Yikes. Apollo gave a small sympathetic chuckle, and decided that was something he wasnt going to step into the middle of.

“Listen, if I was able to control it, then I never was taught. This job didnt even come with an instruction manual, let alone proper training. All I know how to do is cool it down enough that I can park it on ground without setting the planet on fire. And trust me, you think its hot now, try sitting in the middle of the sun all day.”

Not that Apollo actually knew what that felt like. Because of his job, he’d become immune to any source of heat, an ability that rivaled even Hephaestus. 

      "Oh, you were never taught?!” Iris huffed, getting off the park bench and rising to her full height of 5′1″. “That’s no excuse, Apollo! You’ve had thousands’a years! Lemme at the stupid chariot. I wanna see if there’s nothin’ I can’t figure out.”

       She cracked her knuckles, trying to look like someone who definitely knew how a sun chariot would work. In reality, Iris was one who travelled solely by foot or wing, and any blacksmith-made machine was far out of her capability-- but still, better to try than not!

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“I honestly had no idea you were even around until you started complaining at me. I’m here for a poetry festival. Special invitation from a poetry goddess I bumped into at another festival in Zurich. If you wanted to drop in on the fun, I’m sure Brigid wouldnt mind it.

“As for the heat, I cant do anything about that. I control the fire of the chariot, and the light of the sun, that’s not really the same thing as the outdoor temperature.”

     "I'm sure Brigid would mind it. Last time I was around her, I spent the whole time tryna see if I could speak in an Irish accent like hers ‘nd if she wouldn’t notice. But she did, like, right off the bat. She doesn’t like me a whole lot, nah.”

       Iris scrunched up her face at Apollo in an impressive feat of disgust. “You’re the sun god, ‘nd you can’t do jack diddly squat ‘bout the temperature? There’s no AC on that thing? Dude, how’re you not fired? I would’a fired you!”

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“its summer.” He said, as if that made it perfectly obvious why he was standing here. “You know what’s here almost all day in the summer? The Sun. Believe it or not, I do do my various jobs. You just happened to be where I was driving my Chariot. Actually, for that matter, I’m mostly wherever the sun is during the day. One of the perks of the job Helios forgot to tell me about.” To be fair to the sun titan, Helios hadnt really left any instructions for Apollo. The younger god had just woken up one day, found the mantle of the Sun Charioteer waiting for him, and had to go to work.

The first few years were kind of brutal with a stiff learning curve.

       "I know stupid well that it’s summer! It’s so fuckin’ hot! You can’t turn the sun down a notch or somethin’?” She cried, overdramatically wiping her face. “Jesus fuck, if you’re here to bug me-- or, oh, sorry, your chariot just so happened to land by the few feet’a cubic space I take up in this entire world-- I might as well complain ‘bout it! I’m made outta light, ‘nd even I’m sweaty, so that’s the universal sign that it’s just too much. Why’d you think I went to a country with ‘ice’ in the name, other than tryna get away from our pantheon?”

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     "Hey, hey-- what does it do before it rains candy? It sprinkles!”

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       “I could run twenty million trillion bazillion jillion miles ‘nd you’d still be there. I dunno if there’s even that many miles at all, but I sure could run ‘em, ‘nd you’d still be there. I swear, it’s worse than that phase when Hermes was a kiddo ‘nd only wanted Auntie Iris as babysitter.”

       She rubbed her forehead. So much for a relaxing twenty-minute lunch break. Iris had figured if she went somewhere far from both their current residence and homeland, she would have the luck to not see any of her own kind for that short period. Just a breather where she was anything but a messenger. But here Apollo was, in Iceland.

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Morpheus and Iris by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin, 1811: In Greek mythology, Iris is the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. She is also known as one of the goddesses of the sea and the sky. Iris links the gods to humanity. She travels with the speed of wind from one end of the world to the other, and into the depths of the sea and the underworld.