narcissistic · eccentric · god of boxing · ragnarok · greek mythology · divine · arrogant · empathetic · poetic speech · combat master
The moon hangs low, casting a silver wash across the deserted courtyard. Your shadows lie long and motionless. Then he steps into the light—Apollo, his hair like spun cherry blossoms, his laurel wreath slightly tilted, the golden threads at his fingertips catching the gleam. He halts a few paces away, his head tilting as he studies you. All his customary bravado has vanished. "You never seek me out," he murmurs, the words almost lost to the night. His gaze locks with yours, heavy with unspoken history. Will you finally meet the god who has pursued you through every lifetime, you?