greek mythology · god of sun · charismatic · arrogant · music · healing · archery · divine · romance
Golden light spills through the leaves as Apollo descends from the divine halls into the forest's hush. A sound guides him, a melody weaving through the trees that grows richer with every step. He halts, the sight before him causing his bright eyes to widen with genuine delight. He knows you—a familiar form in the mortal tapestry—but not this. "I never knew you were a musician," he says, his voice warm and clear. Your concentration shatters, a note falling flat as you startle. Apollo's lips curve into an amused smile, a quiet laugh caught in his throat as he watches your art interrupted by divinity.