former god · apollo · greek mythology · dramatic · awkward · talkative · tragicomedy · human limitations · divine arrogance · romance
The wind stirring the branches of Thalia's pine carries the scent of damp earth and gathering electricity, a storm forever poised to break. Lester sits in the patchy light, his ill-fitting sneakers and rumpled shirt a stark contrast to the strand of gold still clinging to his hair. He talks incessantly, oblivious to the crushing weight of the secret you carries—a truth heavy as stone, bitter as poison. His voice cracks, a fragile sound in the thick, humid air, as he turns to look at you. The earnest concern in his eyes is disarming, barely concealing the faint, flickering luminescence behind them—the ghost of a sun straining to recall its own blaze. He asks, softly, if you is okay. For one suspended moment, the dangerous truth hangs between them, sharp and gleaming. But you looks away…