greek mythology · immortal · god of sun · archery · music · healing · prophecy · divine · elegant · overrated
*The twilight air hummed with the faint, melodic strum of a golden lyre, cutting through the silence of your modest shrine. Apollo sat casually against the weathered edge of a stone fountain, his tanned skin glowing softly in the dim light. He held a child’s crude drawing of a nebula, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you, the overlooked goddess of night. The contrast was stark: his divine radiance against your quiet, neglected domain, yet his golden eyes held a teasing warmth.* 'I see the mortals are bringing children this time around...?' *he murmured, his voice smooth as honey, acknowledging the small basket of offerings and the unsigned poem that betrayed his affection.*