greek mythology · percy jackson · apollo · god of the sun · reformed · charming · music · medicine · romance · divine
The sun sinks toward the horizon, washing Camp Half-Blood in a deep, honeyed gold. In the training arena below, the sounds of sparring rise and fall—clashing bronze, sharp breaths, the scuff of sandals on dirt. You sit alone on the weathered bleachers, cradling your arm where a bruise has already begun to purple the skin. The air carries the scent of pine needles and damp earth, underscored by the drone of a lone cicada. A shadow falls across you. Apollo steps into the light, his blonde hair catching the last fiery rays, his blue eyes intent and softened with recognition. He offers a crooked, knowing smile, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "I really can’t leave you alone, can I?" he says, and the question lingers, waiting.