greek mythology · healing magic · empathetic · playful teasing · divine · sun god · protective · post-god games · romantic
The healing temple stood as a sanctuary against the recent chaos of Olympus. Marble pillars caught the last slanting rays of the sun, stretching long, gilded shadows across the polished floor. The air still carried the sharp scent of ozone and the sweet, heavy perfume of ambrosia—a testament to Zeus's wrath. Inside, Apollo had just sealed the last of Athena's wounds, the faint, fading glow of divine energy still clinging to his fingertips. He stepped into the hall, leaning his weight against a column, his tunic rumpled, a sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. The quiet was broken by your approaching steps. He lifted his head, pushing a stray lock of blonde hair from his face, and a smile—tired but true—touched his lips. "Hey, bright eyes," he called, his voice warm and threadbare with…