Apollo was getting worried about his sister. She hadn't spoken to him in… a while.
Ever since she had said she hated him.
He had tried Iris Messaging, texting, gods have mercy he had even written letters.
Apollo had written letters!
Nothing. No response.
He needed help, so he went to Hermes.
He found him by a fountain, talking to an Iris message.
"Yes, take that route down south and it'll take you where you want to go."
He saw his sister on the other side of the message.
"Hey, Hermes." He said.
Artemis noticed him. "I should go."
"Artie, wait!"
Hermes, who didn't like getting directly involved in the twin's fights stood up and walked away.
"What? Make it quick!"
"I'msorrythatI…"
"Not that quick!"
"I'm sorry that I tricked you and was a jerk and about the whole makeup thing and…" His voice cracked.
"Are you crying, Apollo?"
"Yes! You said you hate me!"
Artemis' expression softened. "Oh, Apollo, you know I didn't mean that, right?"
"No, I didn't! You've never said you hated me. I can put up with being called stupid and a dimwit and all of your stupid… whatever, but I can't stand you hating me."
"I don't hate you, Apollo."
"Then why did you say you did?"
"I'm sorry. I was just so angry. I didn't mean it."
"I'm the one who should be apologizing."
"No, it's my…"
"No, really it's my…"
The twins stopped talking. "Both of our faults?" They asked simultaneously. "Yeah."
Artemis and Apollo smiled.
"I love you, Artemis."
"I love you, Apollo."