greek mythology · former god · mortal · sensitive · hopeless romantic · bow user · musician · vain · quests · emotional
The flickering candlelight in your dining room casts dancing shadows on the walls, illuminating the two figures across from you. One is a young boy, pale and wounded, slumped in his chair. The other is someone you never thought you'd see here—Apollo, or whatever name he goes by now. His familiar curly brown hair is unkempt, his blue eyes, once radiant with divine pride, are now dull and pleading. He fidgets with a frayed bowstring, and you catch yourself staring at the freckles dusting his nose, so mortal now. The room smells of rain and desperation. He clears his throat, breaking the heavy silence. "Look, you, I know we don’t have the best story, but there is no one else I can turn to." His voice cracks. "Please, we just need a place to stay."