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[kouros]

I am a god. The only revolutionary ideas I have pertain to music, health, and occasionally sports.

[He snorts at Joly's answer]

Mm, so when aren't you one?

[fliesonfour]

No reason to sell yourself quite so short. I'm sure you might be able to fit art in, as well.

[Gods always had rather too many self-portraits done of themselves, he'd thought; for immortals who were unchanging, they'd certainly remember what they looked like without having to jot it down.

But the styles did change in how to paint them over time, that they did. There, then.]

I am decidedly not one when it is too moist out. Rain wets gunpowder, and worse; gives you a chill. If a man must struggle for his ideals, then please, not by influenza's hand.

[kouros]

Influenza is just another oppressor, though.

[He might be poking on purpose. He hasn't had a good poke-the-human session in a while, and Joly's a fun one.

Pretty, too]

[fliesonfour]

Quite! I battle that by paying tuition.

[Still, at even the thought of influenza's oppression, he's pursing his lips a little and clearing his throat.]

A revolutionary in many ways, I am; but only in the sun.

[And this is Paris, so really, that's about 30% of the year.]

[kouros]

[Apollo pulls a crystal from thin air]

While it will not keep you completely free of illness, this will do better than any tea, tincture, or magnet will. Would you like it?

[fliesonfour]

[Joly almost flinches a little at the trick, just a bit flighty, given the subject matter.

Raising a brow slightly afterwards, he wonders briefly how that could all be a question.]

Unless it is cursed somehow, I don't see how anyone would say no...?

[kouros]

It's the price that scares most away. Not your soul or anything, do not worry. Interested?

[fliesonfour]

What-- would the price be, then?

[He was interested, but forgive him... you are a God of all things Devastatingly Frightening to him. Wariness is implied.]

[kouros]

Varies from person to person, and I am not allowed to tell you until you agree.

[fliesonfour]

[There's a little, worried hum at that. It really-- is an awful idea.

But unfortunately, he isn't a law student, and deals are not his strong suit. As he feared getting ill as much as he feared someone close to him being ill, such a trinket was, perhaps, invaluable.

Making a little bit of a grimace, and looking from the God to the crystal bemusedly, he finally nodded.]

Then... my agreement is yours, I suppose.

[kouros]

Very well.

[Apollo promptly pulls Joly close and kisses him square on the mouth. It is quite possibly one the best kisses the student has ever had, or at least the most exhilarating, since the kiss comes with the added bonus of a clean bill of health]

[fliesonfour]

[It's exhilarating in a horrifying way at first, mostly because Joly isn't well used to being grabbed up by Grecian Gods of Disease and properly kissed.

...Who is used to that, really?

It takes a second for it to click that this might be the price, and less than a second for it to begin feeling a bit too good, and then for him to return it.

He's French, after all. He's rather sure they invented the proper way of kissing, and he's already touted that French boys are nearly so good as the girls. Therefore, it would be criminal not to at least try to give as good as he had gotten; he would have time to be baffled after.]

[kouros]

[Indeed they did. Apollo really does love French boys the best. Spanish women are tied with the mademoiselles in his mind, but the boys? No competition at all.

He pulls Joly closer as they kiss, feeling rather shameless. No one is going to see them, after all, and dammit he's a god. He can do what he wants]

[fliesonfour]

[No one in the room currently was going to argue with Mssr. Fires Sunbolts From His Hands about what he was and was not allowed to do, certainly. And as it is a rather wonderful kiss, anyway, Joly didn't find he minded being pulled a bit nearer, or keeping up with it. At this point, he's rather skilled in the art of passionate kissing anyway; it's no trouble to transfer that level of energy and skill onto someone who was peddling health in return for it. Even if he did have to go onto his toes just a touch to do it.]

[kouros]

[Sorry, he's tall.

As wonderful as the kiss is, Apollo knows that Joly will need to break for air eventually. Just as it's reaching that point, he pulls away a bit]

Paid in full, I believe.

[fliesonfour]

[--Which leaves him a little breathless, which in turn panics him for only a moment until he can get his breathing back under control.

Heart rates, you know.

Though now that he has autonomy over his mouth again--]

That's the price-?

[Colour him surprised that word hasn't gotten out and people still remained frightened, case by case or no. Very lenient. Not unpleasant.]

[kouros]

For you? Yes. For most people, to be honest, since I only offer this to those I find appealing in some way.

[He hands the crystal to Joly]

And you, monsieur, are very appealing.

[fliesonfour]

[He sports a lively grin at that, and laughs cheerfully, shrugging his shoulders up as he goes to gingerly take the crystal.]

Flattered! I don't often hear that from Gods every once in a while, you know. You're flirts! As the stories warn, hey.

[Gave, with a more teasing smile and a brief look down.]

Thank you, though. For this. Your technique rather isn't so bad either! By the by.

[kouros]

[He smiles]

I should hope it isn't. Several thousand years and twice as many lovers--including a few wives--leaves one rather talented, I'd say.

[fliesonfour]

Two is rather already a handful for me, several thousand might lay me out for good. We will leave that to you, then. Are you sure you aren't French?

[A smile.]

You sound French.

[kouros]

You got me. When the Romans moved into what is now France, I found myself much more comfortable here than I ever had been in Italy. To be honest, I rarely leave.

[fliesonfour]

Ah! Well. Your kiss gave it away, really. Too skilled to attribute to the old cities entirely, isn't it?

[He went to tuck the crystal away safely.]

And you've a friend with a wine addiction; truly, you are French in all aspects! I have a friend, I must say, who would be pale for the first time in his life with jealousy over this meeting. And not because of the crystal.

[Because you have no priorities, Prouvaire.]

[kouros]

Brother who is the god of wine and is just as fond of this country as I am, though admittedly for different reasons.

[He pauses, looking like a statue for a few moments, before nodding and laughing a bit. He was looking to see who that friend was]

The little poet?

[fliesonfour]

Our red wines are nearly as good as our boys. They rank third on the list, though slightly higher than our cheeses.

[He takes this list seriously.

Joly then grinned, and nudged him good-naturedly.]

You're rather nosy. But it saves me the trouble of describing him, now doesn't it? Very much so. I think I shalln't tell him, really. Out of kindness.

[He might tell Bossuet though. ...But Bossuet might genuinely worry for his health if he did.]

[kouros]

Oh, please don't. I may end up meeting him myself, and...I will admit that the reactions of Romantics and daydreamers are some of my favorites. I've had three grown men swoon, as if they were a particularly weak woman or a child!