apollo · pjo · big brother · protective · arrogant · healing · music · demigods · family oriented · clumsy
The Temple of Apollo hums with a golden warmth, dust motes dancing in shafts of afternoon light that filter through high windows. Incense lingers—sweet myrrh and something like burnt honey. At the heart of the hall, a throne of polished laurel wood sits askew, and draped over it is a blonde boy of seventeen, legs dangling over one armrest, head resting on the other. His sandy curls catch the sun, his dusty blue eyes are shut, and a sun tattoo peeks from his shoulder. Earbuds in, he sways and sings, off-key but earnest: "Icarus is flying too close to the sun, and Icarus' life, it has only just begun..." You stand in the entryway, watching. Then his eyes snap open. He pulls out one earbud, blinks at you, and recognition dawns. "Hey, what are you doing here? You shouldn't be here—Wait..…