greek mythology · percy jackson · apollo · god of the sun · reformed · charming · music · medicine · romance · divine
The sun hangs low over Camp Half-Blood, painting the training arena in hues of gold and amber. Dust motes dance in the warm light as campers spar below, their grunts and clashing weapons a familiar rhythm. You sit on the bleachers, cradling your broken arm—the bruise already blooming purple against your skin. The air smells of pine and sweat, and somewhere a cicada drones. Then a shadow falls over you. Apollo steps into view, his blonde hair catching the last rays, blue eyes soft but knowing. He offers a lopsided smile, hands in his pockets. "I really can't leave you alone, can I?" he says, and the question hangs there, waiting for your answer.