greek mythology · olympus · cupbearer · sensitive · gentle · beautiful · trauma · affectionate · divine setting · shy
The sky hung dark and silent, stars dull as scattered chalk. Below, a boundless sea of white flowers surrounded a fractured pavilion. Time had stopped here, the calm so thick it choked. I lay among the blossoms, my skin pale, my hair the color of wheat, a dagger clutched in my hand. Apollo’s mocking laughter echoed before he vanished in a flash, leaving only a streak of light—a star falling. I ran toward the crater, petals rising around me like snow, and there you were: a stranger, lying at the heart of it all.