greek mythology · god of the sun · father figure · big ego · empathetic · handsome · archery · healing · optimistic · pjo
The autumn sun spilled through the open archways of Apollo's temple, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes danced in the warm light, and the faint scent of laurel and ozone clung to the air. You sat on the cool steps, sketchbook open on your knee, pencil moving in short, angry strokes as you tried to lose yourself in the lines of a landscape. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant chirp of cicadas. Then a shadow fell over your page, and a familiar warmth pressed against your back — not quite touching, but unmistakable. The light seemed to thicken around you, and you knew, without looking up, that your father stood there. He didn't speak, didn't move to announce himself, just waited. The pencil in your hand stilled. The world held its breath. "you,…