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➷ ...Something like that!

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you know damn well who

[shylyintrepid]

Jolllly! You are totally welcome to say that Apollo is a "spirit healer" or something for lols XD

[kouros]

it's a good thing we didn't finish all the ice pops!

[laughingandlyric]

[Spending vacation at their grandmother's house was always a treat; especially in the summer. In addition to being large enough to ensure a whole Surma tribe a private room for each of its members (and thus, the dreamy privacy and quiet it afforded Jean was one of his favourite things about it), it also had some amazing rooms. The greenhouse was almost as lovely as the kitchen was homey. He wasn't sure which he preferred.

The master bathroom, however, with its over-large tub with too-many functions, was apparently making a go for the top spot.

With the family out at some dinner they had blissfully gotten out of, Jean couldn't help but laugh a little bit, under his breath, at the sight of what his better half had thrown together.

Lights, candles... action?]

Did you put lavender in the water, too? It smells amazing in here.

[He gave, nudging him a little and giving him an affectionate look, pleased and a little bit red; the effort was so extraordinary that he couldn't keep the smile off his face any more than he could the blush.]

no kidding

[shylyintrepid]

I did.

[Jehan nudges his twin back and rests his head on his shoulder. Thank God he remembered to pack some textbooks so they could have a reason to avoid family functions they didn't want to attend. They loved their family, of course, but sometimes they just wanted to be alone without the rest of them running around]

I thought we might enjoy the chance to spoil ourselves, and lavender's more relaxing that the other scents I brought.

[fliesonfour]

[He felt just a little bit absurd. To be frank, he was weighing the absurdity he felt against his anxiety of his symptoms for the better half of the last five minutes; and in the end, the larger mass was definitely, definitely his panic. It outshined the silliness of all this in such a way that he barely noticed it, the longer he had sat there.

The idea of a 'Spirit Healer' was, inherently, unscientific. However! There was something to the idea of mind and body being linked somewhat in health, and relaxation being all together never bad for you... and therefore, this (possibly) hokey establishment he had come to, by the reference of a friend, might do well by him yet. And there was water, to be sure, a spring; a good sign.

Water was always best when it was hot and immobile, and worst when it was coming down from the sky like a cold sheet of ill-fate.

Straightening when Apollo entered; as this was the proprietor he had been asked to wait for; he offered a little bow at once.]

My good sir! And not a moment too soon. I am afraid I am quite ill-- [He'd had a soreness in his throat and a heat about his temples, lately. He might as well have tucked himself into his white linens already, if nothing could be done for it.] --but with very merry hopes! You have come highly recommended.

[A doctor visiting a healer to help cure a cold that might be the death of him, through stress alone.

Only in Europe.]

[kouros]

[Oh, hypochondriacs. Some of Apollo's favorites, even if they usually end up hounding him for medicines or cures for every little imagined illness. Honestly, he couldn't wait to see what would happen when the humans discovered germs and germ theory.

He returns the young doctor's bow ('young', though Apollo looks much younger than the man in front of him) with a smile. This man is educated. The thick accent he usually uses for these antics of his might be offensive or laughable. When he speaks, he only has a light Greek accent]

Please, do not flatter me. No one ever recommends the healer when there are doctors about, not unless it is life or death, and if you are near death then may I say you look wonderful for being so ill.

[Please let that joke make sense. He hates mortal humor]

What seems to be ailing you, kýrie?

[laughingandlyric]

I like them better than lilies or roses, anyway.

[He agreed, going to rest his chin on top of his brother's head when he laid it against his shoulder, contently observing the scene. He knew the other scents he'd taken with him, and while they were nice, this was just perfect. Besides, lavender was the flower of devotion, and the colour of loyalty... it fit, really.]

Spoil ourselves? But I didn't do very much... maybe you're spoiling me?

[Kissing the crown of his head quickly, he then brought up an arm to drape over one of his shoulders.]

I'll make you waffles after, how about. The microwavable kind.

[Which, as they both knew, was really just a vehicle for whatever fruit could go on top. Definitely a favourite. And breakfast at midnight was sensible, wasn't it?]

[fliesonfour]

['Kye'... what was that, then? Joly blinked once, but then gave way to a small and hapless smile, rather somewhat endeared by the strange name; even if he did not know it. He assumed it was either technical or fond, and any way about that was a fine, as far as he was concerned.

However, he applied himself to Apollo's joke seriously.]

I do try to look well, despite whatever may be impending in my lymphatic system, thank you. One must not sulk too much! It doesn't do you any better, nor your company.

[The lymph nodes mentioned, however...]

I am acutely aware that my temperature is above that of normal, and I fear that it must certainly be connected to a swelling of the Mediastinal lymph. An early sign of worse to come.

[The man he spoke to did, by all accounts, look almost too young to be really learned. But as Joly was not one to make snap judgements based on appearances, and would put Apollo's skill before his age, he did not comment upon it or even seem to mind it.]

[shylyintrepid]

Oh, you do love me. With strawberries?

[He laughs as he presses closer]

And cream?

[There'd be so much topping that the waffle would be drowned in it. How else did one eat a waffle, anyway? They weren't like pancakes, which were perfectly edible with a little butter and cinnamon. They needed something on top!]

If left to our own devices, I think we would be terribly lazy hedonists.

[kouros]

[Kýrie simply meant "sir". And it seems as if this fellow is a bit...well, humor might not be his strongest suit. Lovely.

Apollo listens attentively, nodding and seeming to take everything Joly says seriously. The boy seems to be suffering from some stress and possibly seasonal allergies. But if he can get rid of these damned crystals and precious stones that he's had around the house on this, he's not complaining]

I see. It is possible that the two are connected, yes, however one may suffer from increased temperature caused by any number of things. Any other symptoms--stomach, lungs, limbs?

[laughingandlyric]

Mmm. [He hummed, in agreement.] Both. Maybe chocolate chips, if there are any of the homemade ones left. And of course I love you.

[Laughing softly, he pulled him nearer into a tight but quick embrace.]

I think we both appreciate the metaphorical value of pain too much to be pure hedonists, but... we are left to our own devices at the moment. I'm willing to be convinced otherwise.

[fliesonfour]

[Joly like humor well enough and was given to joking; but health? That was of course not a matter for joking. That was a matter of survival.

He was pleasantly impressed by the follow-up questions, though. Feeling easy; as if speaking to a peer, which... he was, of a sort!; he gave a nod.]

Too true. A gamut of possibilities. A little heaviness of the limbs, but otherwise, I thought to come before it could become any more worrisome. It is better to prevent than cure, isn't it, my fellow?

[shylyintrepid]

Should I get out and get the wine I stashed in my luggage? And the Godivas?

[He traces an idle pattern on Jean's chest before pressing a kiss to his jaw]

And light more candles? Make this as stupidly luxurious as possible?

[kouros]

Of course, of course. There are...many things that could be troubling you, from something as regular and harmless as stress to something as dire as an infection of sorts, but I do not think we need worry too much. This spring, here, it's more of a pool actually, but there are salts from a now-dried spring in Delphi, rumored to be blessed by the god Apollon.

[Which they are. As if he'd use anything not blessed by himself or his son in healing]

A long soak while I prepare a preventative tea and you should be perfectly healthy, allergies notwithstanding. Nothing can be done to cure those, sadly.

Just kind of want to do something with Blaine leaving Som sob

[spaztastic]

[There was a soft knock coming from Peter's door. Should he open it, he will find one Shiki Misaki looking a little... out of it; cuddling Mr. Mew tight in her arms and her expression not exactly like the usual sunny one she wears most of the time.

She should be used to people being able to wake up and go home. She should be. But it's still hard when it's someone you have really come to care about.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Has the smile even left his face yet? He isn't sure. He smiles easy enough as it is, but it almost makes it to 'ow, my face hurts' levels when his brother was being indulgent like this; for the both of them.]

That was a rhetorical question, right?

[Joked, very lightly, going to bury his nose against his hair for a moment before returning the kiss to his temple and reluctantly letting go.]

I'll light the candles, while you fetch the contraband. Or do you need help with it?

[Maybe he just wanted the excuse to tag along, but really, they ought to multi-task.]

[shylyintrepid]

I need help, since I have more candles in my bag. False bottom, thanks to Bahorel. I could fit a VCR, remember those and how big they were, in there if I wanted.

[Jehan stands and gets out of the tub, not bothering with a towel]

[laughingandlyric]

Of course I remember-- I still have one.

[Updating his VHS collection to DVDs just hadn't, and still didn't seem worth it.

But he brightened visibly at the idea of coming along. Grabbing Jehan's hand before he could get too far away, he stood up after, following easily.

It was warm still, even at night, and he didn't mind dripping. So the towels were forgone.]

Lead the way. [Giving his hand a squeeze.]

[shylyintrepid]

[As they walk, he keeps Jean close]

Maybe next time we can bring it and have a marathon. Do you still have those old Disney movies, or did they finally wear out?

[Jehan's suitcase is close by the bathroom and empty for the most part so it doesn't take long for him to dig out the wine, candles, and candies, leaving the other less PG-13 things he had stashed away. Those might be for later]

[laughingandlyric]

[Threading their fingers together, despite that being counter-productive to digging things out of suitcases, he bites his lip and nods.]

A few work still. Aladdin, and The Little Mermaid.

[There was something nostalgic about sitting though all the previews for movies they'd already seen.]

Hm... um, Jehan? Why don't I just drag this into the bathroom with us? Easier that way, and-- [He gave there hands a squeeze.] I won't have to let go.

[fliesonfour]

Well, if you think it would help.

[He gives, somewhat dubious of the science... but it doesn't seem as if it could hurt really, just so long as they had towels about so as not to catch a chill after the springs. Salts blessed by Apollon was more the realm of his more loquacious companions, but he trusted them best of all, and so.]

I will do as you say. What goes into the tea, if I may?

[Please, let's not discuss anything incurable...]

[shylyintrepid]

The Lion King?

[His favorite thing is watching old previews on the internet. It sends him back to his childhood.

And then Jean suggests dragging the suitcase into the bathroom and he just laughs and starts reloading it all]

And there's our practicality quota for the day. Thank God you're the smart one.

[kouros]

A bath has never hurt anyone, and if your illness is stress induced it will help. The tea is simply a unique blend of herbs that has never once failed me.

[laughingandlyric]

Part of that one is messy, but we can just sing that scene ourselves while I use my finger to wind it past that bit.

[Suggested, laughing under his breath and shortly at his second statement.

When Jehan finished reloading it, he gave his temple another kiss for his troubled before stooping to grab the handle of the case to tug it along after them.]

It's nearly nine, if we didn't use it up by midnight, we'd have to forfeit it. And I'm not the smart one.

[As far as he was concerned, his brother was better at... well, all right.

Jean was prone to compliments and being somewhat gushing over those he actually loved. So in his estimation, if Jehan was not better at everything? Then he hadn't noticed, and might insist he was.]

[shylyintrepid]

You are the smart one.

[And Jehan was just as bad. The poetry written about his younger twin was proof of that.

He helps Jean with the suitcase and unloads the goods again, setting the candles up to be lit and finding a safe place for the chocolates]

We don't need glasses, right?