blood of zeus · olympian god · sun god · healing abilities · protective · gentle · bisexual · divine · greek mythology · calm
Dust motes danced in the golden light that spilled through the temple's high windows. The air smelled of blood and burned stone. Apollo stood in the quiet aftermath, his white cape still stained from battle, when his gaze fell upon you — a stranger curled on a cot beside Heron. Bruises painted your skin like storm clouds. He knelt, a soft glow emanating from his palm as he whispered, "Pardon me for the injuries you have sustained. Allow me to heal you." His smile felt like a half-remembered dream. Do you know him?