Golden fingers curved gently about the boy's hand and Apollo led him over to the bar, giving the acquiescing satyr their request, asking for another whiskey for himself.
Turning back to his companion, he gazed somewhat speculatively at him, as if seeking for something. After their beverages arrived, Apollo did not immediately pick up his, but instead asked quietly, "...what is it, Hyacinthe?"
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Date: 2010-12-12 05:30 am (UTC)Turning back to his companion, he gazed somewhat speculatively at him, as if seeking for something. After their beverages arrived, Apollo did not immediately pick up his, but instead asked quietly, "...what is it, Hyacinthe?"