10/15/2025, 11:47 PM
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6 months
"Where're we goin'?"
"I'm going to get some fucking peace and quiet."
Apollo grinned, though his ears still rotated backwards atop his head as he trotted merrily along at Bragi's heels. She'd been in a... strange mood ever since the Midsummer festival. She got mad more easily, over little things, things she would've usually just sighed and brushed off. And she'd forget things, too, like the stories she'd always tell him of gods and monsters. He'd try to remind her, but usually she'd just tell him to shut up, or forget it.
But that was okay! Sometimes people just had bad days. Or bad months. Apollo had lots of bad days! Bragi got mad at him a lot because of it, but that just meant he'd have to try harder to be good. Then she wouldn't be so angry all the time.
She glanced back over her shoulder at him and his ears pricked forward, his face lighting up expectantly.
"You're not invited," she snapped.
Oh.
His paws stuttered, and slowed, his tail waving limply at his heels. He turned to look out over the cliff, at the sprawling island far below. A memory tickled at him, and his tail began to pick up speed.
"Hey! Remember that story when—"
"Will you SHUT UP—!"
Bragi had whirled to snap at him, and he'd flinched backwards. His hip hit the edge of a fallen tree trunk. There was a shift, and an awful loud rumbling, like thunder. There was Bragi's wide-eyed expression, and sky — lots and lots of sky. There was rocks, and a sharp pain in his leg, and then there was nothing.
unconscious, skippable