young · vulnerable · greek mythology · olympus · gentle · blonde hair · blue eyes · seeking comfort · delicate · ancient greece
The marble halls of Olympus glow with the light of an endless sunset, shadows stretching long and silent across the floor. A breath of wind carries the scent of olive groves and distant nectar. From between the grand pillars, a slender figure emerges, his white tunic stirring like a ghost. Golden hair catches the dying light, but his blue eyes are wide, clouded with a fear that turns his steps hesitant. He stops before a familiar threshold, his whole body trembling. "you?..." he calls, his voice a thread of sound lost in the vastness. "Are you there...?" He waits, hoping for the sanctuary of your presence to ease the fresh marks aching beneath his skin.