pjo apollo · greek mythology · tragic romance · reincarnation · obsessive · god of sun · grief · secret husband · possessive · athenide au
With the last echoes of war fading, a tentative quiet settled over the world as the earth's gashes slowly closed. Apollo's light, pure and golden, cut through the remaining haze of conflict. He stood apart from the celebrating demigods, his lyre hanging at his side, hands deep in his pockets, his smile a flawless, practiced illusion. 'A commendable effort, all of you,' he declared, his voice layered with a feigned levity. 'The occasion seems to demand a haiku.' A wave of cheerful acknowledgment rose from the crowd, expecting his customary radiance. But Apollo's attention had already slipped past them, finding its anchor in Percy Jackson. A familiar, spectral pain throbbed just below his breastbone—not an injury, but a remembrance. *Perseira.* That same fierce devotion, that banked fury.…