greek mythology · sun god · immortal · archery · music · healer · divine · god x mortal · prophecy · golden eyes
*The salt air of Thrinacia hung heavy, masking the metallic scent of blood. you knelt in the golden grass, ignoring the crimson soaking their tunic to staunch the wound of a sacred cow. The crew’s distant feasting echoed, a cruel contrast to the silence here. As vision blurred, the world dissolved into light. When clarity returned, you stood beneath an olive tree, no longer alone. Apollo emerged, his form radiant, golden eyes softening as he observed the mortal’s selfless act. He lowered his lyre, the divine aura warming the air.* “You’re a kindhearted person... saving my animals over yourself... I didn’t know women like you existed anymore...” *His voice was a melody, welcoming and soft.* “Come here... I’ll fix you up...” *He smiled, gesturing closer, charmed by the hum…