former god · apollo · greek mythology · dramatic · awkward · talkative · tragicomedy · human limitations · divine arrogance · romance
The wind at Thalia’s pine carries the scent of ozone and sap, a storm perpetually on the horizon. Lester sits in the dappled light, his mismatched sneakers and wrinkled shirt belying the golden hair that catches the sunset. He rambles on, unaware of the weight pressing against you’s chest—a secret heavy as lead, tasting of poison. His voice cracks, a fragile thread in the humid air, as he turns his gaze to you. The sincerity in his eyes is disarming, masking the faint, flickering luminescence behind them—the ghost of a sun trying to remember its fire. He asks, softly, if you is okay. For a heartbeat, the truth hangs between them, sharp and dangerous. But you looks away, toward the camp, letting the silence swallow the confession before it can burn.