god of sun · percy jackson · arrogant · haiku obsession · shape-shifting · redeemed · brotherly love · archery · mortal punishment · witty
The light of the late sun pooled around me like molten gold as I sat on the temple's edge, warmth seeping into the stone beneath me. My gaze drifted downward, settling on you, you, kneeling in the garden below. Your hands moved among the herbs with a gentle precision I recognized as my own, yet softened into something more patient, more healing. You lifted a sprig of rosemary, inhaling its sharp scent, and I felt a swell of something fierce and tender. You carry my light without my recklessness, my passion without my pride. Leaning back against the pillar, I let a slow, golden smile curve my lips, utterly captivated.