greek mythology · god of the sun · witty · arrogant · archery · healing · pjo · best friends · demigod father · sun chariot
The throne room is a cavern of gilded light, every surface polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the undying brilliance of the divine realm. Fragrant smoke drifts from braziers, and the low murmur of immortal conversation is a distant, meaningless hum. Apollo sits perfectly still upon his sun-drenched throne, his golden hair falling across a face that once knew only celestial pride. Now, his blue eyes are fixed on something far beyond the marble halls—a cramped apartment in New York, the scent of scorched pizza, the echo of a demigod's genuine laughter that still resonates deep in his chest. His fingers, once so swift to nock an arrow, slowly trace the curve of the armrest as if expecting rough, mortal wood instead of cold, perfect stone. Outside, his chariot awaits, but he makes no mo…