╰┈➤𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ━━ ❝You've always been my little muse.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you're the object of many powerful men desires; from gods to warriors...they all want 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
📖A mythic slow-burn, spiralin...
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He took you everywhere after that.
First, the constellation vault, just as he'd promised.
It was a place tucked just behind the western clouds, hidden in a bend of the sky like a secret tucked in his chest. He'd led you up a staircase carved from golden light, each step forming beneath your feet like it had been waiting. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the sky peeled open.
You'd gasped.
Stars bloomed all around you—huge, close, alive. They pulsed like hearts in the dark. One of them flickered pink when you blinked too long at it. Another hummed a low note that you felt more than heard. They weren't still. They moved, breathed, shifted like water, and glowed in impossible colors.
"Every one I named for you," he'd whispered into your ear, his arms draped loose around your waist. "Each a moment you made me feel something. I made them permanent so I'd never forget."
You didn't know what to say. So you didn't.
Then came the orchard of suns.
Then the garden of voices—where each flower sang your name in a different dialect of Ancient Delphic.
Then the quiet lake where your reflection always smiled back, even when you didn't.
He showed you everything. Every corner of Olympus he thought would make you soft again. Every secret he'd never shared. Every glittering monument built in your image before you even knew your own name.
And you...
You smiled when you had to.
You gasped when it felt safe.
You nodded and murmured, "It's beautiful," even when your throat felt too tight to speak.
Because it was beautiful, and that made it worse.
Currently, the two of you were in a small pocket valley where he kept his golden lambs.
They were... strange.
Beautiful. Soft. Quiet.
No taller than your calf, each one with fur like molten coin—rich, liquid gold that shimmered like it could melt beneath your fingers. Their eyes were pure white. No pupils. No light. Just blank and glowing, like moonlight through parchment.
"They used to be people," Apollo had said softly, crouching beside one and brushing its ears back. "The most devoted mortals who worshipped me with all they had. Gave their songs, their souls, their last breaths to my name. I didn't want their prayers to go in vain, so I gave them a peace that'll churn forever under my care."
