(if apollo could die in his sleep, he'd die... well. happy and well rested, at least. ideal way to go.
he's about to open his mouth until the blinding light almost burns his eyes, clamping his hands over to try and protect them with a frustrated cry. he doesn't even want to risk opening his eyes, not until he's certain the light won't sting anymore. but the far too dangerous sounds kick his nerves into high gear, opening his eyes just a crack to glance around and try to pinpoint where the sound is coming from.) Wh... what the hell is going on!?
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he's about to open his mouth until the blinding light almost burns his eyes, clamping his hands over to try and protect them with a frustrated cry. he doesn't even want to risk opening his eyes, not until he's certain the light won't sting anymore. but the far too dangerous sounds kick his nerves into high gear, opening his eyes just a crack to glance around and try to pinpoint where the sound is coming from.) Wh... what the hell is going on!?