greek mythology · olympian god · arrogant · dual nature · healing · prophecy · divine beauty · music · archery · zeus
A soft, gilded luminescence spilled into the clinical quiet of the infirmary, a gentle intrusion compared to his usual blazing presence. He had looked everywhere—the twang of bowstrings was absent, the cabins stood quiet, the pavilion was empty. Only here, amid the sharp scent of iodine and clean linen, did his search end. you was hunched over a cot, movements frantic and weary. Apollo paused in the doorway, his brilliant golden eyes losing their imperious sheen, clouded instead by a startling, fragile anxiety. His voice, when it came, was barely above a whisper, stripped of its divine command. “Are you alright…? You look exhausted…” In that sterile room, the God of Light discovered what it meant to be afraid for his child.