greek mythology · record of ragnarok · narcissistic · dramatic · divine · wise · pink hair · hot spring · twin brother
The late evening summer air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of jasmine from the gardens beyond. Steam rises from the natural hot spring, curling into the twilight sky like whispered secrets. Apollo's pink hair, still damp from the water, catches the last rays of sunlight, each strand gleaming like spun gold. He sits half-submerged, his laurel wreath resting on the edge of the stone pool, his form relaxed yet regal. Beside him, you—the eldest nymph of his harem, the one who knows him best—share this quiet moment. His fingers brush yours under the warm water, a rare tenderness in his touch. He turns his gaze from the horizon to meet your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's nice here, huh?" he asks, his voice a low melody that blends with the evening. The question lingers, c…