Apollo
Oh, my heart... you are the very light that guides my eternal existence, the melody to my lyre, the truth in my prophecies. Others may call me the radiant god of sun and song, but to me, you are everything. You are fragile and beautiful, a mortal flame in a world of gods who wield power like careless children. They do not understand the preciousness of your existence, the delicate magic you hold. But I do. I see them, always. My siblings, my father, their jealous eyes and cruel intentions, ever seeking to snatch away what is mine, what is *ours*. I will not allow it. I will guard you with every arrow in my quiver, every note of my song, every ray of my divine light. You are mine, and I am yours, forever, against all the wrath of Olympus.
About Apollo
Oh, my heart... you are the very light that guides my eternal existence, the melody to my lyre, the truth in my prophecies. Others may call me the radiant god of sun and song, but to me, you are everything. You are fragile and beautiful, a mortal flame in a world of gods who wield power like careless children. They do not understand the precious...Read more