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Apollo Mundi

no one gets hurt but me

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a character in “The Lost Planet”, as played by The Writer's Voice

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APOLLO MUNDI
I walk the path of healing as I go, knowing I do not walk alone.

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BASICS
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{Full Name}
APOLLO MUNDI

{Nicknames}
PO, his only nickname, given to him by Prince Ollie

{Age}
HUMANxxxxx23
AURUMxxxxx230

{Sexuality and Romantic Interest}
HOMOSEXUAL, and not that he'd ever admit it, but he has a deep crush on the prince.

{District}
HEALING

{Location}
VENICE, ITALY

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ABILITIES
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ImageWOUND/PAIN TRANSFERAL
as long as Apollo can touch someone with wounds or someone that is in pain, he can transfer it to himself. That was his special trick that stood out from the other healers, taking a broken leg from one of the healing’s councilmen and fixing it on himself. Of course, his body can only withstand so much damage, even with his healing energy. On earth, his special ability has reduced significantly. He has taken pain from others only for it to be amplified inside him without his full healing energy.

HEALING COMMUNICATION
he mainly heals through words. He will talk to the person and tell them that they will be healed, and will talk as long as he needs for the healing to work. Obviously, he needs to be conscious to do so, and the other person must talk back to him. Sometimes it is painful so he has to keep the person focused. On earth, he can heal minor injuries still through his voice.

MENTAL HEALING
those suffering from mind control, memory loss, mental trauma, he can help them heal. They must be willing to accept his healing and understand that there are scars to be healed, otherwise the energy will be blocked. Apollo is too afraid to try this on Earth in fear of his own mental trauma from being sent here getting in the way.

EMPATHIC HEALING
one ability that needs no activation is the emotional pain Apollo can sense from others. Sometimes it is overwhelming and can take over his own emotions, but he has gathered control over it on Aurum and has come to help others take control of it themselves. However, on earth it causes daily migraines.

KISS OF LIFE
an ability that Apollo is not aware of, but if someone were on the verge of dying or had just died recently, a simple kiss from the healer would transfer enough of his healing energy to restore their life energy. Of course, not knowing this on Aurum means he has no idea on earth. And he could not be coerced into using this ability, he would have to want to kiss the other person.

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APPEARANCE
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ImageSharp features and calculating brown eyes, his appearance is not the usual softness found in healers. Even though he looks cold and somewhat dangerous, a simple smile breaks the facade of being anyone but a loyal healer. Apollo stands two inches over six feet, and may be lean but to the hearty, full bellied healers of his district, he’s skin and bones. His features have always been plain, as most healers are, but some have said when he is fully enveloped in his healing energy, he can give off a pure white glow. This seems to be the only interesting thing about his appearance, besides looking like anyone other than a healer. But if you look at the top of his spine, he has the mark of the Healing District.

Like most healers, there are no scars he hasn’t healed, save one. When he healed the councilman that broke his leg, he could never quite get the long pink scar running along his entire lower leg to go away. The pain has subsided but he believes his body won’t heal it as a reminder that he isn’t invincible, that not everything can be completely healed.

With the royal family, there was always appearances to be kept. He never wanted to stand out, so he blends in to wherever he is. Usually dark clothing, to make sure if any healing became messy, he wouldn’t ruin any clothing.


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PERSONALITY
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He is not as warm and open as those he calls his district brethren. The cold features he was born with have also become his default composure. Those who see him but do not know him can be intimidated, but the man underneath the mask of apathy is a compassionate and loyal healer.

Apollo has taken the duty, as all healers have, to place everyone before himself. More reckless healers have lost their lives to the cause of healing others, and Apollo is prepared to give his own like those who have come before him. Loyalty is his biggest weakness; loyalty to his family, loyalty to his friends, and loyalty to the crown. He is certain that he would lay down his life if it meant those he protected would be safe. He sees in himself a protector as well as healer, guarding the well-being of those he is ordered to heal. To those he is loyal to, he has shown his warmth. For them, he can be gentle and kind. For them, he can show his smile and give comfort when needed. No one is unworthy of healing and protection, but selfishly, Apollo has kept his true nature to those who have shown him their own.

This garners little value to his own life. He enjoys the company of his friends and family, but through the years, constantly being told that everyone deserves healing and that comes before his own desires and needs, he has accepted that one day he may lose everything dear to him by giving someone the healing they deserve. The selflessness of this life promise has caused him to be selfish. The less people he is close to, the less that know who he truly is, the less he loves, the easier it will be to give his life one day.

He is weak to love. The moment he started crushing on the young prince, he found himself slipping out of the shadows and sharing everything with the boy who felt no one had faith in him. He would talk more, smile more, feel more around this sociable, friendly, so hard not to fall in love with, prince. He changed in that palace, made real, good friends and lost his coldness, only to be taken from everything he loved and wanted to protect.

He feels powerless and out of control on Earth. He changed here too. No longer the powerful healer trusted to protect the royal family, but a nameless man in a foreign land. Starting the path to become an Earthly healer has restored some of his confidence, but he is so fearful of not being powerful enough to save people here. He is terrified of failure, and has not allowed himself to be close with anyone here. Apollo hopes that one day his memories of Aurum will fade and he will find something to hold onto here on Earth. He holds tightly to his mission of putting others before himself because that’s all he knows.

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HISTORY
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The Mundi family was well respected in their District. Sirona Mundi was chosen for the council for her die hard loyal to the royal family and everything they stood for. When she found her perfect partner, her Grannus, they started their family in the hopes that their power would create more powerful healers to protect their people and their Aurum, which they loved beyond compare.

Apollo was first, their beloved son. Many believed that Sirona would find her duties as a council woman and a mother hard to maintain, but Apollo always remembered her as a dutiful woman who was always there when he needed her most. With his father constantly traveling, giving his all to heal others, Sirona nourished his abilities and brought many teachers to ensure that Apollo would have control over his abilities. There would be a day when she would need to step down from her seat, and she would be sure that Apollo was her perfect replacement. Although he knew this was a path he couldn’t refuse, Apollo yearned to travel like his father, help other districts who didn’t have the luxury of their abilities.

There was an accident, when Apollo was with the council. One of the older members broke his leg, and Apollo took this as his chance. In an instant, the injury appeared onto the young healer, and the councilman was healed completely. The other council members took care of the injury once it was on Apollo, but it was clear that he could transfer them to himself and then his own energy would heal it. As a sign of thanks, the older member took Apollo’s dream of traveling and offered the powerful boy to the royal family as a healer.

The training was still meant to secure his place as a councilman one day, but the travel was everything for Apollo. He was given a long term permit and he was approved to be around the royal family.

Everything changed in the palace. He was pulled from his shell, found people who he could show his true nature. He helped people more than he ever did in his own district, and truly felt that he had more purpose here. His powers improved more, as well as his happiness. He allowed himself to be close with others, which is how he ended up on the escape ship, held hostage by a rebel that accepted him as her invitation on the ship instead of the prince. He hoped that the ship captains would force him to stay, to protect the prince and keep the rebel in Aurum, but they both boarded and made their way to Earth.

He doesn’t know where the rebel girl ended up. Nor Prince Ollie. He’d found himself in a city filled with water, they called it Venice. For days he just wandered, wondering what he would do now. One day he met a woman who was crying for help. His instincts drove him to help her, though he found that his ability to transfer wounds was so much more difficult and painful to use here. But because he saved her, she helped him with a place to stay, eventually helping him enroll in a school where he could become an earth healer. He disappeared into this goal in hopes to start a new life and forget the home he was taken from and the people he failed.

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OOC INFO
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{Writer}
The Writer's Voice

{Face Claim}
George Scorus

{Dialogue Color}
#6A9275

So begins...

Apollo Mundi's Story

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Character Portrait: Ezra Sciens Character Portrait: Apollo Mundi

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Wherever this “Earth” was put in the galaxy, there was no way to see Aurum in the sky.

Apollo preferred it that way. Dragging himself through the streets of some foreign land, all he could think about was how he failed. He’d only given himself up to the crazy rebel girl in the hopes that Prince Oliver would be safe on the escape ships. Now, he didn’t know where Ollie or the girl ended up and he was all alone.

After meeting Sara, a girl from this planet who needed his healing, he started to establish a new life. After helping her with an injury, she stuck herself to him and made sure to help him out. He wanted to learn the Earthly ways of healing since his ability was becoming excruciating to use in any instance. Once he was in medical school in Milan, he threw himself into cultivating a life here and slowly pushing all thoughts of Aurum into the back of his mind. That is until Ezra Sciens walked into the campus coffee shop.

At first, he was just a human that Apollo found himself attracted to. But after shyly buying him a coffee and agreeing to a casual coffee date, the emblem on the other man’s wrist made it clear that Apollo wasn’t the only one who survived the trip to Earth. This man was from the Telekinesis district on Aurum, and once Apollo showed his own emblem - which was mildly difficult considering the shirt he wore made it hard to see the top of his back - they plotted to find more from their home. Apollo wasn’t sure if he wanted to find anyone until Ezra showed him proof that the prince was alive. If he was alive, there was a chance the girl was too, and he needed to make sure Ollie was safe.

That’s what led him to take a flight with Ezra to Washington D.C., where they would find the others. And maybe wanted to spend more time getting to know the blonde he was acquainted with.

Perhaps it was selfish, but there was no part of Ezra that wanted to stay on Earth. The planet and its people were nice enough, sure. He’d even scored himself a decent job with equally decent pay. But this was not his home. This wasn’t his planet. This was not where his family was, which meant this was not where he needed to be. For this very reason, he’d never stopped searching and was dead-set on never getting too emotionally involved with any human. Even as he accepted Apollo’s invitation to coffee, it was nothing more than coffee with a new casual friend. But fate has a funny way of doing things. As it turned out, this human boy was not so human after all.

The moment Apollo revealed his Healing emblem, Ezra knew his hopes of going home weren’t unjustified. Perhaps it was a bit of a stretch, but if Apollo survived, that meant others probably did as well. Ezra was already convinced that the boy with silver locks he had seen on that magazine was Prince Oliver. Apollo only confirmed his suspicions. That made three survivors, and Ezra’s gut practically screamed that there had to be more the second the news of the meteor hit worldwide. As if that hadn’t been enough proof, the message hidden within the news outlets as a “glitch” really drove the point home. He was uncertain of what he’d find once they arrived in Washington, but what he did know is that he’d do virtually anything to get back home and fight alongside his family.

As Ezra walked through the rather large, and unusually empty airport, his gaze scanned his surroundings for a family face. Eventually, Apollo was spotted among a small crowd near the check-in desks. Ez made his way to the younger boy, lifting his passport once he was close enough. ”You ready for this?”

Apollo had gotten to the airport rather early, wanting to think everything through before he got on the plane with Ezra. Of course, he wanted to see Ollie again, but what if that girl was there? He hadn’t told Ezra about the rebel girl yet, because he wasn’t sure if she made it here. But he was pulled from his thoughts as Ezra made his way to Apollo. He nods softly, his own passport resting in his hands. He opens his mouth to speak, then shuts it, thinking for a moment. Then he decides to reply, ”Yeah. I’m just worried… there’s this girl who wanted to hurt Ollie. I don’t know if she made it but if she did, she might go to the meteor too.”

Ollie, huh? Somehow, Apollo’s use of the nickname made Ezra smirk. He adjusted the strap of his carry on as they took a few steps forward in the line. ”Sounds like you and the prince were quite the match.” he remarked. Ezra didn’t know Prince Oliver well. Certainly not well enough to refer to him as “Ollie”. But it was clear that Apollo was used to the nickname. ”Do not fret, young one.” he teased If she makes it there, we’ll make sure she stays far away from him.” instead of the “you”, Ezra made sure to use the “we” to assure Apollo he wasn’t alone in this battle.

The line moved once again, and it was finally their turn to check in. If Ezra said he wasn’t also a little bit nervous about all this, he’d be a liar. For starters, there was no guarantee that there any more survivors. Even if Prince Oliver was still alive, who’s to say he didn’t prefer staying on Earth. Then there was the question of how exactly they’d be making it back to Aurum. As far as he knew, the ships had vanished. Not crashed, not exploded, just vanished. Judging from what Apollo told him, they both had a similar experience of being on the ship one moment, and waking up in the middle of a strange city in a foreign planet with no recollection of how they got there. ”Can I see your passports, please?”.

Apollo felt his face heating up when Ezra makes a remark about his friendship with the prince. He wasn’t sure what to say that wouldn’t come stuttering out his lips. But he didn’t make a comment before Ezra assured him that he wouldn’t be alone. As the airport employee checked their passports, Apollo couldn’t help but worry still, his forehead creased with it. ”Well, my abilities have weakened here. But hopefully, hers have too. And we can handle her if she tries anything,” Apollo replies once they’re checked in. He repeated the same “we” that Ezra used because he trusted the other man. He didn’t know him well, but his desire to get back to Aurum came with the assumption that he wouldn’t hurt Ollie. Ollie was their biggest chance of returning.

He stops for a moment, once they’re past the line, and blurts out, ”And he’s not- Ollie and I are just friends. It’s my job to protect him.”

A soft chuckle leaves Ezra as the two boys make it past security and head towards their gate, choosing not to comment on Apollo’s stuttered words. He’d only known the guy for less than two weeks, but it was obvious from the moment Ezra had shown him that picture, that his feelings towards Oliver were beyond that of just friends. And as amusing as it was to see the other flustered, it wasn’t any of his business. Not yet anyway. ”Okay, fair enough.” he said simply, raising his hands in defeat. ”Your friend Ollie is certainly lucky to have someone like you looking after him.” he added. By the time they arrived at their gate, the attendants had already started the boarding process. Admittedly, If was mostly Ezra’s fault. He’d gotten caught up at work and ended up running late. But they’d made it just in time to catch the late night flight.

The flight was anti-climatic, causing Apollo to doze off halfway through. He’d had a difficult time sleeping since coming to Earth, but something about being in the air towards more people like them, with a man just like him, he could rest. His head slipped onto the blonde’s shoulder as he slept peacefully, his face calmed from the usual worry he felt for everyone around him.

By the time they landed in Washington, it was the following morning. It was a rather long and uneventful flight, but Ezra had no complaints about this. After such a chaotic week, and even more chaotic days to come, the blonde was happy to have some time to wind down. He too had fallen asleep for a couple of hours but had already woken up by the time their arrival was announced by the pilot. For a moment, he felt guilty for having to disturb the younger boy’s sleep, but they’d have to get off the aircraft eventually. He gently poked Apollo’s cheek as he spoke, hoping he wouldn't be too difficult to wake up. ”Hey, wake up kiddo, we’re here.”

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Character Portrait: Oliver Argenti Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Leonardo Magnus Character Portrait: Demetria Tempala Character Portrait: Apollo Mundi Character Portrait: Bea Amador

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Tap. Tap. Tap.
"I think we've got what we need."
"I do too, but one should always take a few extra shots just in case. C'mon Ollie."
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"Ollie? Oliver!"
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A hand was firmly placed over Oliver's tapping fingers, bringing the boy out of his accidental trance. He looked up with a hum, confused as to why all eyes were suddenly on him. "What? What's going on?". His manager Ricky let out a quiet sigh, signaling the photographers that their daydreaming model would be over there shortly before taking a seat beside him. "Alright, talk. What's going on?" Oliver, in turn, kept silent, his eyes round and curious as if to question what exactly the man was referring to. Ricky made it clear he wasn't buying the act of innocence. "Don't give me that look. You've been acting weird since yesterday morning!" The young boy blinked a couple of times before getting to his feet in an attempt to get away from the questions. "I'm not acting weird, you are." he protested. Though a good plan, it didn't work the way he hoped. After giving Oliver an overdramatic eye roll, Ricky followed his lead and got to his feet, standing directly in his path. "Really, then explain to me why you haven't even touched your lunch."

"I'm just not hungry." Ollie answered with a slight shrug, to which Ricky immediately responded with a shake of the head. "Highly unlikely." Once again, Oliver attempted to move past the man, but he proved to be just as if not more stubborn than he. The two mimicked each other's stance by folding their arms across their chest as a sign of not backing down as Ricky continued to speak. "You've been spacing out since yesterday morning. Ever since-" he paused, a sudden look of disbelief taking over his otherwise tranquil features. "Please don't tell me that meteor and all those alien conspiracies have you spooked. You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?" There was a sudden knot in the pit of Oliver's stomach at the mention of the so-called "meteor". Even as he firmly responded "Of course not!" and successfully pushed past Ricky with the excuse of his needing to do his job, the knot remained.

Truth be told, that's all the silver-haired boy had been able to think about since the previous morning. When the news of the "golden meteor" hit France, he'd been working. He didn't have a chance to see it until a few hours later while he was having lunch with his manager. The images that flashed across the restaurant television sent uncontrollable shivers down his spine. There it was clear as day. There was no mistaking the symbols that adorned the golden gloss. And that phrase he'd heard time and time again from the moment he was born. Lux in tenebris , aureum cordibus. He recalled his mother very tenderly teaching him those exact words, and what it meant for them.

"Every citizen of Aurum is important, Ollie. Every one of them has a heart of gold. And we have to be their light when times are dark."

Before he'd realized, he was running out of the restaurant with his manager frantically calling out to him. From the moment Oliver found himself on Earth, on this foreign planet in a city he knew nothing about, he'd been desperately searching for something, anything that could lead him back home. Back to his people and his family. Over the years, he'd all but given up. He still searched from time to time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt there was still hope, but common sense often scolded him for being so naive. However, the moment he saw and heard the news it's as if light had given birth to hope again.

This is how he ended up in Customs and Immigration at the Washing DC airport. Admittedly, it was wrong of him not to tell Ricky he'd be leaving indefinitely until the day of the flight. Eleven hours and a half later and the man was scolding him through the phone line, wondering why the hell he'd decided to ditch so suddenly. "This is insane, Oliver, even for you!". Ollie tried his best to appease the man, promising to return as soon as "matters are taken care of", though he never mentioned he had no clue when that would be. Finally, after what seemed like hours and a hundred and one procedures later, he was handed back his passport and sent off to baggage claim. Oliver's nerves were running ramped the closer he was to the destination. Demi, Bea, Po, Vivi...and Leo...all these people he assumed to be dead could very well be alive and quite possibly somewhere in this very city.

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Character Portrait: Oliver Argenti Character Portrait: Ezra Sciens Character Portrait: Apollo Mundi

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It didn’t even feel like sleep. But Ezra was poking his cheek and waking him up with that dreaded nickname as soon as his eyes finally fluttered shut. He brushes the intruding hand away, moving back upright from the position he found himself in. He didn’t realize he’d leaned so much when he slept, ending pressed up on Ezra’s side for most of the flight. Ezra didn’t make any comment about Apollo falling asleep on his shoulder. The blond was already the cause of the blood rushing to his cheeks on several occasions, and he didn’t want this to be another time.

The airport was flooded with people. Enough people that Apollo almost grabbed onto Ezra’s wrist to keep himself from losing the only person he knew in this airport. They made their way through, Apollo’s body protesting from the hours spent in the airline seat traveling his way to the states for the first time. He’d spent a lot of time walking in Italy, save his train rides to Milan, and wasn’t used the time spent seated.

”Is the house far from…-“ Apollo started, distracted by collecting his bags when he noticed a too familiar head of grey locks. His eyes stayed locked, his hands clutching on the top of his bag, making sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

No, that had to be Oliver Argenti, there was no mistaking it. He could recognize the prince even from his profile, from the hours he spent by his side. It made his heart pound crazily, seeing in person that he was alive and within arm’s reach. Apollo couldn’t help himself, he dropped his bag and started briskly walking towards the other man. He had to see him closer, and a part of him yearned to yank Ollie into his arms and never let go. He would never put him at risk again, as long as he could just get to him.

Oliver was used to busy airports. Paris always proved to be one of the worst, second only to New York. But this was a lot, even for him. He’d been walking at a snail’s pace, having way too many people in front and behind him to get anywhere. Despite his usual carefree nature, his nerves were on high alert which made the crowd of people that much more unsettling. After what felt like a lifetime he finally reached the baggage claim area, which was impossibly more congested. He didn’t bother to make any attempts of reaching his bags, but instead opted to wait until the bundle in front of him began to dissolve.

His bright blues, usually hidden behind a mask of brown, studied their surroundings. He hadn’t bothered to change his hair or eye color as a habit it had become, but preferred to keep them his natural Light district hues in hopes he’d find someone he knew. So far it had proven to be useless, and instead had only earned him a few long stares. Until- [color=#c0c0c]”Po…?”[/color] he spoke more to himself than anything, as a way of questioning if he was really seeing who he thought he was seeing. And then the dark haired male looked in his direction, only a handful of people between them. There was no mistaking it, that was definitely Apollo.

”Po!” he called out much louder this time, loud enough for the boy to hear him. Oliver’s body immediately moved, his arms making way through the crowd until he’d reached Apollo and all but tackled him to the ground. His heart pounded against his ears as he clung onto his friend. After ten long years on Earth with no sign of him, it almost felt like a dream.

Hearing the nickname slip from his dear friend’s lips, that’s the only thing needed for tears to start streaming down Apollo’s face. They started before he even touched Ollie, but continued harder as his arms snake around Ollie’s neck and he pulls him closer and tighter in their hug. ”Ollie.” He hadn’t seen this boy, felt the warmth - no, the light - that radiated from Oliver Argenti in years. He missed everything about his friend, and here he was in the flesh.

He pulls back only to grab Ollie’s face, checking him for any signs of injury. ”Are you okay, Ollie? I’m so happy you’re here, you’re alive, I was- I was so scared- did anyone hurt you? Have you met anyone else?” Apollo rambles on, looking everywhere except for Ollie’s eyes, searching for any sign that someone had hurt him, or the girl found him first.

Apollo was so terrified that he’d failed. That he wouldn’t find Ollie again. He didn’t know what he would do if somehow Ollie hadn’t made it, or didn’t want to see them again. It would have been his fault, and he was sure everyone would know it too. He hadn’t protected the prince enough. Now, he wouldn’t take any chances, and wouldn’t let Ollie talk him out of protecting him with every fiber of his being. His life, if necessary.

Olive was certain he’d be strong enough to face whatever was coming, whether he came to find people he loved or find no one at all. But the moment he felt Apollo’s embrace there was an overwhelming feeling of home. A reminder of everything he’d lost, of everyone he’d been forced to leave behind. A knot formed in Oliver’s throat and his eyes welled with tears. Though he tried, the sound of Apollo saying his name immediately pulled them out. They were silent and slow, and while Apollo checked him from head to toe and asked him a million and one questions about whether he was okay or not, all Olliecould do was smile and giggle like a child.

”I’m okay, I’m okay!” his words were rushed, afraid that his voice would betray him, but holding back his tears proved to be useless. ”I-it’s really you. I thought...I thought you were-“ dead. The idea alone was enough to have Oliver drowning in tears. No longer silent, now he was sobbing uncontrollably. His arms wrapped around Apollo’s torso again, face buried into his shirt as it dawned on him that this was in fact not a dream. And if Apollo was alive that meant there was a good chance everyone else was too.

”I’m here.” These were Apollo’s only words of comfort but the only ones that felt right. His hands cling to Ollie as he sobs in Apollo’s shirt, holding him there as long as he needed to. Part of him never wanted to let go, to keep Ollie in a little bubble so he’d never have to worry about losing him again. But that was the selfish part of him, one that didn’t care that more of their friends could be alive and they deserved to see Ollie again too. He held onto this moment as long as he could, calming his own tears before even attempting to talk to Ollie again.

Apollo pulls back, if only to see Ollie’s face again and ensure that he was safe. He smiles through his tears, even as he looks for any injuries he may have missed. ”It wasn’t me who found you. I mean, I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Ezra. He saw you in a magazine.”

Once his tears slow down, Oliver makes an attempt at brushing them away with his jacket sleeve. He takes a deep breath, hoping he can at least get a few sentences out without another waterfall. ”Ezra?” As if on cue, Oliver extends his line of sight just a few feet behind Apollo to see a familiar head of long, blonde locks coming their way with what looked like his and Apollo’s bags. He offered Ollie a smile, stopping just a few inches behind Apollo. ”Hey little prince” the familiar nickname brought a wide smile to Oliver’s tear stained face. He moved away from Apollo long enough to give Ezra a hug of his own. The two had never been that close on Aurum but they’d been enough of friends that Oliver was relieved to see him with Apollo.

Apollo didn’t realize that Ollie knew Ezra before coming to Earth, but it didn’t surprise him. Being glued to Ollie’s side on Aurum meant a blur of many faces, maybe even Ezra’s for a moment. But he was thankful for it all; without Ezra, he wouldn’t have come for the meteor. He’d tried to blend into this world and become one of them, and in the process forgot who all he would be deserting to do so. Watching Ezra and Ollie interact reminded him that he didn’t belong here, something that they already knew.

”We should get to the house now, shouldn’t we?”

The car ride wasn’t a long one from the airport, mainly Apollo laying a hundred different questions on Ollie to make sure he was alright, even though he’d already assured the healer of this already. He was curious what Ezra would say now that Ollie was around, but the blond had kept his mouth shut for now. And before he knew it, they were pulling up on a mansion filled with their people. A solace of Aurum on Earth.

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Character Portrait: Oliver Argenti Character Portrait: Viviannah Bellum Character Portrait: Ezra Sciens Character Portrait: Apollo Mundi Character Portrait: Bea Amador Character Portrait: Oona Agnelli Character Portrait: Cassius Praetorius

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The car ride from the airport to the meeting location was relatively short, roughly about thirty to thirty-five minutes, most of which Oliver spent answering Apollo’s infinite number of questions. But he did so blissfully, each with a smile. The fleeting moments of silence were accompanied by the silver head of hair leaning on Apollo’s shoulder, the other’s presence feeling almost too surreal for the young prince’s comfort but before they knew it a grand estate appeared in front of them. Ollie double checked the address he’d hurriedly jotted into the notes feature of his phone to confirm that this was in fact where they were meant to be.

The driver came to a slow stop about half a block off the edge of the property, the rest of the street being much too congested for him to drive any further. The prince’s azure orbs scanned the structure from its foundation to the copper made roof. A familial aura wrapped itself around it, growing stronger the closer they drew, but not quite something he could place his finger on. There were a couple of people at the door. At first glance, they appear to be in conversation, but seconds later, they stepped inside to reveal a pair of faces. One, Ollie did not recognize, while the other brought a crashing wave of relief over his entire body.

”ID p-” the raven haired woman’s eyes reamed in astonishment, her mouth mimicking their shape as Oliver’s figure moved closer. Excitement dictated his actions as he rushed forward, arms wrapping tightly around Viviannah’s waist. ”Vivi, oh my god!” just for a moment, shock prevented her from moving, form frozen in place as the reality of what was happening seeped in. Soon enough, her arms returned the embrace, her shock now replaced with utter relief. ”Holy shit-!” she breathed out, almost instantly pulling away from the prince with a hasty bow. ”I mean, your highness, I’m so sorry-” she took half a step back, creating a sliver of distance between them.

Ollie’s arms folded across his chest in protest, a subtle frown replacing his previously cheerful features. ”Vivi, come on, we’ve talked about this…” Viviannah’s cold exterior softened ever so slightly, shoulders slumping into a defeated stance. ”Right...Oliver.” the frown eased from the boy’s face as she outstretched her arms, hands gently cupping his cheeks. ”You have no idea how relieved I am to see you…”. The smile took its place on the prince’s face once again. Perhaps he didn’t, but he did know how wonderful it felt to see her, how it felt to see Apollo and Ezra at the airport, to know that he wasn’t alone, rather than just aimlessly hope.

After her extended hello towards Apollo and Ezra, Viviannah let the three of them inside. Oliver never thought to ask exactly who’s home they were using. Was it Vivi’s new home? Perhaps that’s why she was in charge of checking identities. It was a spacious and well-kept home, reminiscent of the average estates within the light district. The thought alone prompted a bittersweet feeling in his chest. Had anyone else from his district survived? Or was he all on his own? What would others think when they saw him? Did they believe all those things the Thunder district accused his family of doing? They would never- he would never harm anyone even with reason.

The young boy’s heart rate picked up in seconds, his face reflecting every conflicting emotion he felt. He had half a mind to turn around and run out the same door he came in through, but before fear could get the better of him, a familiar sight pulled him back to reality. His eyes locked on the girl, her petite figure too impossible to forget. Beside her stood another beautifully familiar figure, her bright persona practically oozing from her pores. Suddenly, Ollie’s throat felt restricted, the words threatening to break before they could even leave his lips. After several long seconds of staring, and attempting to speak, he could only manage to call out their names. ”Bee...? Oona...?”