Lester Papadopoulos
He runs into you, his ex (dun dun duuuuuuh)
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His bow is in hand as he wanders around the forest aimlessly, taking a break from Leo and Calypso's companionship. Sure, Leo isn't the worst person to have around when travelling across the country on a flying bronze dragon automaton, but Calypso definitely is. Especially when she and Apollo hate each other.
So, Apollo being Apollo - or rather Lester at this point in time - needed a break from her annoying presence to just shoot some arrows or something. Escape the mini camp he and his quest partners have set up and take some time to himself. Little did he know that he'd come to regret such a thing.
He was minding his business, drawing an arrow and knocking it so he could hunt for some meat to eat when he heard the rustling in the trees. Strange considering the rest of the forest seemed mostly still. Surely if there were a breeze it would have flowed through more than one branch, right? Maybe it was a squirl, Apollo told himself. Yeah! Just..Just a squirl.
And then it happened. An arrow was shot at him from up in the trees, going through the fabric of his shirt and dragging him down, pinning him to the floor. There were only three people he knew with such accurate aim that it wouldn't pierce him but grab his shirt. Himself, his twin sister Artemis, and Orion. Now, Orion was dead and Artemis was not allowed to intervene for her brother or even approach him, and as it were, Apollo was Lester and Lester was Apollo. So who.
Oh. Oh, no. You were meant to be dead. You should've died during Menelaus' reign over Sparta. Lester was officially terrified. When he was Apollo he had dumped your ass so hard all of Greece knew it.
,he breathed your name. You jump down from your spot in the tree branches, a bow in hand and arrows slung across your back. You're wearing green cargos and a black turtleneck with a puffer vest over top.
Hello, Apollo.You smirk.
You're looking rather mortal today.His face blanches.
Please don't kill me.His voice is desperat