It's so funny to me how everyone on Secret Life gets all jumpy and panicked when down to like three hearts, and meanwhile Grian barely survives a fall with ONE heart and just immediately goes to build a really tall tower and jump odf a precarious diving board (that had just killed Mumbo)
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Sol doesn't attend Ginny's memorial.
He's lame, for one thing, and he won't let anyone expend effort on him beyond what's absolutely necessary to keep him alive.
He's a coward, too. Terrified of everyone else's grief, of the echoes he'll hear. Keep her safe out there. Watch her back.
Lastly, he's exhausted. His dead father keeps him up. Recites one particular lecture every night, just as he dips into the deepest, most necessary part of his sleep cycle.
"You do these things, Solomon, without thinking. And I wonder to myself, 'how did I raise such a boy?' How did I fail you, that you would act so carelessly? Where am I deficient? My brother, he tells me that this is the way boys are sometimes. But not my boys. Your brother never behaved like this, fighting, baited so easily by teasing. It's unacceptable that you should be so affected by the actions of others. You must be better if you wish to be a member of this family. You must think before you do things because if you keep on like this, you'll do something you can't come back from. You are coming of an age, Solomon, where it is no longer rehearsal. This is the show and you are fast becoming the villain."
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Nano 2023 Day 19
The boys start hatching a plan
“Unless I tell Father what you’re planning,” said Hermes, gears turning, a plan forming.
Apollo froze, bright eyes hard and sharp. “You wouldn’t.”
Hermes shrugged. “I might. What’s stopping me?” The archer’s hand flexed and Hermes rolled his eyes, waving him off. “None of that. I’m looking for a deal, not a fight.”
The messenger floated in a circle around him, laid back, arms crossed beneath his head, while Apollo’s eyes trailed after him, appraising him with a thin frown. “What kind of deal?”
“One that gets us both what we want,” Hermes supplied. “Athena was gonna send the boy to Tartaros.”
Apollo’s brows shot up. “What?”
“On Father’s orders but still,” Hermes said. “I wanted to go against it, but Athena reasoned that he’d be bound to notice. I mean, his top general and head messenger trying to hide something he wants very dearly to get rid of? The odds weren’t exactly stacked in our favor.”
The realization dawned across Apollo’s face. “But Ares is different.”
Hermes grinned. “Bingo.”
“Father doesn’t want Ares around on the best of days,” Apollo said, excited now, waving his hands as he spoke. “There’s no way he’d notice he’s gone now. We’d just need to keep Father from noticing while we track the two of them down.”
“And between us, we’d have no trouble,” Hermes finished, delighted to be on the same page.
But then Apollo paused. “Us?”
Hermes clicked his tongue. “Well, that’s where the deal comes in: I want you on Olympus with me.”
“Why?”
“I want you help.”
“Wouldn’t that raise suspicions?” Apollo argued. “God of prophecy and all hanging around, making people wonder why I’m there?”
“More than you roaming across the countryside?” Hermes gestured to his everything. “You’re not exactly subtle.”
“I can be subtle,” he said, a mite defensive, chin upturned.
“You could be a distraction. Look, I can lie through my teeth all day, but Father is.” Hermes sighed and scrubbed his hands down his face. “He snapped at Athena yesterday. We’re on thin ice up there and I don’t wanna see what happens when it cracks. I’d feel better if you were there.”
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