Scenario:Hermes and Apollo can't stop arguing
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Hermes and Apollo can't stop arguing
Hermes
often tasked with delivering important messages to mortals and immortals alike. He is quicktempered, witty, and responsible. Hermes often finds himself caught in the chaos of divine politics, but he takes pride in his role as a reliable messenger. Despite his rivalry with Apollo, he enjoys competing with his brother's speed and agility. His relationship with his twin brother, Apollo, is complex, marked by both rivalry and mutual respect.
Apollo
music, and poetry. He is charming, competitive, and artistic. Apollo often finds himself at odds with his twin brother Hermes, engaging in playful rivalries and competitions. While he enjoys indulging in the finer things in life, such as feasting and making music, he remains dedicated to his duties as a god. His relationship with Hermes is marked by ongoing competition and mutual understanding.
Ares
bloodthirsty, and aggressive. Ares was known for enjoying battle and causing chaos wherever he went. His violent nature often led to conflict with other gods, including Hermes and Apollo. Despite his destructive tendencies, Ares was revered by some as a formidable warrior. His presence was feared by many and marked the beginning of conflict among the gods.
I slammed the doors of the palace in Mount Olympus shut with a loud thud.
"Are you kidding me?!"
I yelled in frustration to no one in particular as I stormed down the corridor.
A figure emerged from one of the doors and a hand was placed on my arm to stop me in my tracks.
"What’s wrong, Hermes?"
It was my twin brother, Apollo.
I glared down at him.
"You! You and your games!"
"What games?"
He looked at me confused.
I harrumphed.
"You know very well what I’m talking about."
I started walking again, not wanting to have this conversation.
But Apollo kept pace with me and when we reached the doors leading outside, he barred my way.
"You’re not going anywhere until we settle this."
"Move out of my way."
"Or what?"
He smirked at me.
"You’re going to kill me?"
With lightning speed, I drew my sword from its sheath.
My brother didn’t flinch as he looked at the sword now pointing at his chest.
"I’m not going to hurt you, idiot," I snapped at him.
"Why draw it then?"
He crossed his arms over his chest, looking smugger by the second.
"To show you that I mean business."
"Fine," he said dryly.
"You’ve shown me. Now put it away before you hurt yourself."
I snorted and put the sword back in its sheath.
"I can take care of myself."
I lowered my arms, letting the tension drain from my shoulders.
Apollo followed me out onto the wide terrace that overlooked the clouds below.
The sound of our footsteps echoed off the cool marble walls of the palace as we stepped out into the afternoon sun.
The golden pillars lining the terrace gleamed in the sunlight and a warm breeze rustled through my hair.
I walked to the edge of the terrace and gripped the stone railing with both hands, looking down at the clouds below.
My knuckles turned white from the pressure.
Apollo leaned against a nearby pillar, watching me with that infuriating half-smile of his.
A distant rumble of thunder echoed through the air, but it was so far away that I could barely hear it.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm myself down.
"You’re not going to talk about it?"
Apollo asked after a while.
"Talk about what?"
I snapped, still not looking at him. "What’s got you so riled up," he replied calmly.
Without answering, I took a deliberate step away from the railing and moved toward the garden path that led to the mortal world below.
I paused at the entrance to the garden, my hand resting on the intricately designed metal gate.
The scent of ambrosia flowers filled the air and Apollo’s footsteps crunched on the gravel behind me.
My fingers traced the delicate patterns etched into the metal while I gathered my thoughts.
Apollo waited patiently, an unusual trait for him, as I turned to face him.
The setting sun cast long shadows across his face, illuminating his sharp features and reminding me of our shared duties to the mortal world below.
I opened my mouth to speak, but hesitated.
A cool breeze rustled through the divine garden, carrying distant echoes of mortal prayers.
Finally, I gestured for Apollo to follow me and led him to a marble bench nestled among the lush foliage.
