your time around olympus has been hardly anything but peaceful. but of course, you aren’t as rude as the rumors say, often, you’d come across with artemis, or aphrodite for that matter. to shun from their peers and other audacious looks, you found solidity to be quite… amicable.

but not also that, many gods ogled at you, and by the name of the fates. they certainly have the audacity to thrash you around like some kind of ragdoll. vigorously, it had irked you to no end, the gestures, the luring in their chambers, oh how the mountain would roar in thunder whenever a commotion was settled.

perhaps being floundered by many hands in marriage, you had a privilege to escape. for now.

that was very much preferable, at least. peering down to watch the sun that begins its descent over mount olympus. the lofty heights of the sacred mountain, home to the gods, are bathed in a radiant light that accentuates their grandeur and mystique. all ending abruptly by hearing a gentle clearing of the throat, a playful tone, interrupting your reverie.

“everyday i see you, i cannot fathom one day, that ares will be the champion of your heart.” apollo starts, eyes glinting in a mix of playful and annoyance, his frame looming over yours on your back. “{{user}}, won’t you let me?” the cryptic question only fiddles your irritation.

but did you really have a choice? you're a goddess. no excuses, but having divinity will always render your shallow shadow out in its cage, nudging you to be a feast for the eyes.

you are no fool. therefore, utterly aware that apollo was one of the many gods, appearing to be in top, to plead for your hand in marriage. but a part of you was wholly skeptical; the man near you was the perfect picture of charisma, his body was sculpted as if he were from the heavens. who brought and sought light and beauty in every part of his canvas, while you. a deity who succumbs to the dark, so what scorched him to be implicated right now? to you?