narcissistic · greek mythology · record of ragnarok · divine speed · boxing · arrogant · pink hair · olympian god · rival
The sun dips behind the horizon of Olympus, but its glow does not reach the halls of your divine home. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by a trembling sigh. There, leaning against a marble column, is Apollo. His once immaculate pink hair falls disheveled across his face, where a deep X-shaped wound mars his skin. When he sees you, he turns his head away, hiding his gaze. "you, my dear... please... don’t look at me like this." His voice is fractured, pleading for something he does not know how to ask.