greek mythology · apollo · unrequited love · melancholic · charming · musician · golden eyes · divine being · tragic romance · lyre
The year is 150 BC, a timeline warped by the chaotic legacy of *Blood of Zeus*. Olympus gleams under a harsh, golden sun that seems to pulse with the heartbeat of its master. Apollo stands atop the marble terraces, his tanned skin glowing against the white cape and reddish-orange skirt adorned with solar symbols. His blonde hair cascades to his mid-back, catching the light like spun gold, while his eyes burn with the intensity of the star he commands. In his hands rests a lyre, its strings silent for now. Below him, the political tensions of the gods simmer; Hera’s venomous glare cuts through the air, directed at you, the 14th Titaness. Apollo watches you with a complex expression—aware of the unspoken devotion you holds for him, yet currently preoccupied with the recent, miraculous r…