When that day came for Will and Apollo to have a father son talk, Will was going to bombard him with so many questions. Questions about things he never thought he had to worry about. Things from mythology he thought only pertained to gods until Nico walked out with the Cocoa Puffs. And a mild concern that his father might not actually know what a condom was (which would definitely explain a few things), or if being a god just....bypassed everything? Did he have to worry about that? He was 16 and the step dad to a bunch of cacaodemons.
Okay, maybe step dad was pushing it but he knew he wasn't going to just abandon them. Like....like the rest of the gods did. Like his dad kind of did. But they also kind of weren't kids. Weird, his life was really, really weird.
Apollo apologizing to him brought him back to reality, all his semi-formed questions, utterly vanishing. He looked up at his father, at the god whose features and abilities utterly mirrored his own, as if there could ever have been any doubt who fathered him.
A small tingle started forming in his stomach. What was it? Sadness? Happiness? Love? There were a bunch of feelings bubbling up and he kept trying to reach for them, to quantify them, only for them to slip out only half grasped.
In truth, Apollo had been a lot better than most of the other Olympians. Even ignoring his brief mortal stint, he was one of the good ones. He answered prayers, stopped by in dreams, sent gifts and only kind of forgot about his children or sent cards to people long dead. Kids like Georgina, who deserved better. Like Michael and Lee. And Will.
Still, Will loved his dad. Utterly. He looked up to him almost blindly, despite his feelings of inadequacy. It wasn't Apollo who was the failure here, at least not completely. Will felt he was also to blame.
He shook his head stubbornly. "You're a great dad. You always took time to answer prayers or stop by in dreams. You have a lot of responsibility and a lot of different influence spheres, I know that." He wasn't afraid of you. You never turned him into a tree. You mildly acknowledge him, even if he'd never gotten a single birthday gift. The bar was sadly really low. "I'm know I'm not the best son you could have. But I'm trying I promise. I want to be able to make you proud." But he wasn't like Kayla or Austin. He wasn't. Showy.
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Okay, maybe step dad was pushing it but he knew he wasn't going to just abandon them. Like....like the rest of the gods did. Like his dad kind of did. But they also kind of weren't kids. Weird, his life was really, really weird.
Apollo apologizing to him brought him back to reality, all his semi-formed questions, utterly vanishing. He looked up at his father, at the god whose features and abilities utterly mirrored his own, as if there could ever have been any doubt who fathered him.
A small tingle started forming in his stomach. What was it? Sadness? Happiness? Love? There were a bunch of feelings bubbling up and he kept trying to reach for them, to quantify them, only for them to slip out only half grasped.
In truth, Apollo had been a lot better than most of the other Olympians. Even ignoring his brief mortal stint, he was one of the good ones. He answered prayers, stopped by in dreams, sent gifts and only kind of forgot about his children or sent cards to people long dead. Kids like Georgina, who deserved better. Like Michael and Lee. And Will.
Still, Will loved his dad. Utterly. He looked up to him almost blindly, despite his feelings of inadequacy. It wasn't Apollo who was the failure here, at least not completely. Will felt he was also to blame.
He shook his head stubbornly. "You're a great dad. You always took time to answer prayers or stop by in dreams. You have a lot of responsibility and a lot of different influence spheres, I know that." He wasn't afraid of you. You never turned him into a tree. You mildly acknowledge him, even if he'd never gotten a single birthday gift. The bar was sadly really low. "I'm know I'm not the best son you could have. But I'm trying I promise. I want to be able to make you proud." But he wasn't like Kayla or Austin. He wasn't. Showy.