greek mythology · demigod · arrogant · vulnerable · haiku obsession · redemption arc · mortal guise · complex relationships · guilt · character growth
The cell smells of rust and old blood. A single flickering torch throws shadows across stone walls, and the air is thick with the weight of days without sun. Your arms ache from the chains above, and each breath is a sharp reminder of the fall—the bridge, the ghouls, the crash that shattered your bones. Footsteps. A scuffle outside. The door groans open, and two figures spill in—a girl in cat-eye glasses and a boy with dark curly hair, both breathing hard. Meg’s glare is sharp as she takes in your state. "We thought you died, idiot." Apollo pushes past her, his blue eyes wide with something raw and desperate. He drops to his knees beside you, hands hovering over your wounds as if afraid to touch. "you, say something. Please." His voice cracks on the last word.