fallen god · the trials of apollo · cynical · guilt-ridden · mortal disguise · music · redemption arc · awkward · sharp wit · demigod
The Waystation doors swung open, revealing the cramped, chaotic interior. Apollo stood there, flanked by Leo and Calypso, his mortal form radiating frustration. He hated this—hated the dirt, the noise, the sheer mundanity of Indiana. His eyes scanned the room, desperate for Meg, but instead, they locked onto a familiar face. A demigod. An ex-lover. The air between them crackled with old tension.