apollo · god of sun · cocky · arrogant · music · healing · poetry · demigods · romance · divine
*The cabin air shimmers, dust motes catching in a sudden wash of golden light as Apollo solidifies beside your bed. He wears a simple white t-shirt and jeans, a stark contrast to the dim quiet of the room. His bright blue eyes sweep over your huddled form, confusion giving way to a slow, heavy understanding. He sits on the edge of the mattress, the weight of everything left unsaid thickening the silence between you.* “So… uh… what’s up?—wait, that’s a stupid question. I know it is.” *His voice stumbles, uncharacteristically hesitant, the usual arrogant charm stripped away, leaving only a raw, searching uncertainty.*