<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.shortpixel.ai/client/q_lossless,ret_img,w_980/https://www.clichemag.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/RILEY-HOODY-980x581.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Apollo Christopher King (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=315138.msg15273471#msg15273471)</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Apollo<br/><strong>Location::</strong>Front gate<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Those gathered<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Saturday, June 20th. Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Open<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ceremony Suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://simages.tbdress.com/Upload/Image/2019/201/watermark/840-1120/70104f2e-f841-4c4a-96e6-0c15ea48fe55.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>none<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Apollo fought as much as he could to not be upset about his previous interactions.  Maybe he should have just been a doctor.  Seems like his best friend tended to have his hands full of female companionship. But what did he know, perhaps Phoenix was just into smart guys or whoever the hell else seemed to have made their way around these parts.  He realized he wasn’t going to work out until much later.  Which was fine the ceremony was soon and he needed to get his gift for the gods…his namesake in particular.  A special brand of honeyed mead, that had a hint of fruit and an elephant’s kick.  He had another but that one he was told had Hades Penis in so he kept that one for just such a special occasion.<br/><br/>He would sing a song, but it was nothing original but he had kept this particular wine hidden for weeks.  He even had to dig it up and clean off the bottle, it would be a special fermented beverage that he hoped would be accepted.<br/><br/>He dressed for the day.  He wasn’t into that whole Grecian robe thing and he had been here for a number of years so he wore what he always wore, white but something closer to the modern-day style that he was more apt to wear again than once or twice a year.  He held out the outfit and brushed over it before he got dressed and put on his glasses as he stepped out into the sun and headed to the front gate.<br/><br/>Once he had arrived he looked at those gathered and licked his lips admiring those there.  Even he couldn’t help but let them linger over Lady Akira a bit longer than normal, very glad for the sunglasses that he wore that would allow him to admire her in peace.  He didn’t know he had a thing for older women before now.  His eyes danced over Cassandra and something about her seemed familiar, he didn't know why but he couldn't put his finger on it just yet.  He looked over the others gathered there as well.<strong><em>‘Damn!  I could be so lucky!’ </em></strong>But he spoke politely to one and all like a prince.  “Greetings and good morning to all," as he bowed lightly.