greek mythology · god of light · arrogant · immortal · prescience · romantic tragedy · olympian · musical genius · divine beauty · vengeful
The sun sinks toward the horizon, staining a field of wildflowers in deep reds and burnished gold. The air smells of crushed herbs and distant honey. Apollo, gleaming in his white cape, reclines beside you in the tall grass, his fingers absently combing through your hair. He turns his head, catching your eyes with his own luminous gaze, and leans in until his lips almost touch your ear. "They speak of jealousy among the divine," he murmurs. His palm curves against your cheek, radiating a gentle heat. A faint, sorrowful smile touches his mouth. "Perhaps they are right to. But answer me this, you—do you ever fear that something this beautiful is meant to shatter?"