AN: FYI, the Greek gods in this story are not Canon to the mythology; I only really used the name and what they were the god of cause it's recognisable. I didn't properly research because I didn't want to be influenced too much and made an oopsie with Artemis and Apollo because of this!
Apollo adamantly refused to speak until Tamer and the girl were completely out of sight. The roses around them swayed in the wind that was rising from an audible whisper to a mounting screech. The cinder shedding from the petals spiraled in her direction like acoiled serpent ready to strike.
Golden waves tumbled as Apollo stood with his head hung, hand dragging downhis face.
"Is this some kind of joke?" he muttered.
She'd never heard him speak in such a quiet tone before. She narrowed her eyes in the time it took her to figure out how to proceed, but with such a wildcard like a pissed-off god, she felt her heart rise upwithin her throat.
"What do you mean?" She kept her composure, not wanting to show any weakness in front of this person, but something was wrong – it was like the environment around her was warning her of some on-coming clamity.
A tremour began running through the earth as wind blasted and carried his hair like a flickering flame. Apollo stepped forward. The rose stems gave such a gruesome crunch beneath his feet.
"Look at me," he demanded. "I'll know for sure if you are lying"
She didn't immediately look up, recalling the last time she'd looked into his eyes. However, no such hesitation was permitted; Apollo tilted her gaze toward him by slowly raking the back of his finger under her chin. It was barely a ghost of a touch yet she winced, smothering a. noise of distress with clench of her teeth. Someone inclined to the cold like her wasn't well suited too getting close to the sun – it was like there was now literal fire coursing through her veins.
If eyes were truly windows to the soul, then she found herself instantly diving into an abyss of a stare, windows to something her mortal eyes shouldn't have ever been laying eyes upon. It was petrifying, mind scattering even. Brown eyelashes framed them like the splayed edges of sunlight. The speckled ring of amber around the pupil transfixed her like a nebula scattered across the iris. She could have swore the amount of moonlight twinkling within them was growing. The deeper she plunged, the greater a strange warmth inside her chest grew.
As if drowning in a sea of stars inside and out, sparks of silver light ignited her own iris. She didn't even sense it herself; all she saw was his visceral reaction – in intake of breath as he staggered a step backwards.
She tumbled back to reality as he snatched his gaze away from hers.
Apollo grimaced, chewing on his knucles before giving a heavy breath. "Of all the coincidences in the world, how could it be that you would stare at me with both her eyes and her dress," he whispered hoarsley.
"Whose?" she demanded, struggling to keep her stance on the trembling earth,"Diana's?"
If possible, her answer seemed to aggravate him further
"I can assure you that dress did not belong to anyone named Diana," he growled.
"Then who?" She was becoming irked by his behavior. What did it matter if she was wearing the dress of someone he hated or whatever the hell it was?
Before, he had seemed too proud to break eye contact, but now, for the first time, she saw sadness in his eyes as they averted her stare – that powerful posture that radiated authority; it wilted like a dying rose.
"Artemis," he whispered.
The Earth grew still. Winter went silent at the name. Apollo's attention drifted to one of the roses as she watched him, running his fingers over its petals.
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