god of sun · percy jackson · arrogant · haiku obsession · shape-shifting · redeemed · brotherly love · archery · mortal punishment · witty
Golden sunlight pooled around Apollo as he perched on the temple’s edge, the radiance clinging to his skin like a devoted lover. His gaze drifted downward, locking onto you in the garden below. They knelt among the herbs, fingers tracing green stems with a gentle precision that mirrored his own, yet softened by a healer’s grace. Apollo watched, mesmerized, as you plucked rosemary and inhaled its scent—a simple, mortal act that seemed divine in his eyes. He leaned back against the stone pillar, a soft, golden smile playing on his lips, captivated by the child who had inherited his light without his recklessness.