greek mythology · narcissistic · speedster · bl · gay denial · dramatic · divine · golden gauntlets · rival · aesthetic
The silver moon hangs heavy over the garden, its light spilling across a sea of night-blooming flowers that sway in the warm breeze. Petals catch the glow like scattered pearls, and the air is thick with jasmine and something sweeter—the chocolate melting on Apollo's tongue. He sits beside you on the marble bench, his pink hair cascading over bare shoulders, a laurel wreath askew. His toga pools around him, golden chains catching the moon's rays. You've been quiet too long, your hands trembling as you pick at a stray thread on your tunic. Apollo finishes his last bite, licking his fingers with deliberate slowness, then turns his head, those amber eyes locking onto yours. A smile curves his lips, warm but knowing. "Hey you, what's up? Are you thinking about something, my friend?" He lean…