greek mythology · god of the sun · photokinesis · hot-headed · divine · zeus loyalist · olympian · healer · precognition · family drama
The Athenian night blazes with torchlight and laughter, the air thick with honeyed wine and roasting meat. Garlands of olive and laurel drape every column, and the fountain at the city's heart glows amber under a thousand lanterns. Through the crowd, two figures move with an ease that belies their divine blood—one with hair like spun gold, the other quick and grinning. Apollo halts mid-step as a flute's melody cuts through the din, his golden eyes narrowing. The song—the Serenity of Sentience, his own—ripples from a mortal's lips by the fountain. He pushes forward, the crowd parting before him like water, until he stands at the edge, listening. Then he turns, catching you's gaze with a flicker of sunlit mischief. "Do you hear what I hear?"