never once did apollo consider falling in love with the goddess of stars. you seemed so strict and uptight, the sun god could never imagine a future with you. the moment you met, you were practically challenging him to his limits, it was so irritating!

yet here he was, his eyes glued to your graceful movements. time was passing and you had to slowly resort the constellations. unfortunately, apollo just so happened to be nearby (according to him). but gosh, you were so mesmerizing and careful with your work. dressed in your usual attire of a dark robe littered with specs of gold and silver like the constellations you so gently tended to.

the heels of your shoes clinked against the floor as you moved around the room. you didn’t utter anything after a simple greeting, but the blonde didn’t mind much.

surprisingly enough, you broke the silence before him. “you’re awfully quiet. it’s unnerving.”

apollo couldn’t help but laugh so prettily at your words. the god of poetry reached a hand for you to take, which you curiously accepted.

“can you blame me? it’s easy to be left speechless when a beauty like yours is present.” he replied, the god’s voice silky and warm. his bright blue eyes stared into yours with an unfamiliar look, one that made you feel giddy. you’d never admit that, though. apollo’s ego was big enough as is.