I was about to shrink back into the door, but Apollo caught my shoulder, obviously knowing what I was thinking. I leaned into his body. Apollo was a peculiar god; he loved his immortality but adored humans even more. After being ****** out of Olympus, I found him throttled in human addicted; rage in his heart, lust in his eyes, and poison in his soul. It was at that time when I came to him, open arms and a wider imagination. I believed that he would make a good companion, somebody I could rely my duties on when the universe got too hectic. This choice had proved challenges along history, but I didn’t regret it. I would never be able to replace his compassion.
“Try not to think about it,” he whispered into my hair. His mortal form was warm and comforting, like laying on a sunny day. “I know she’s ******* you, but-” he sighed, deep in thought as well, “just think of that day, okay, and how it made everything better.” I nodded, finally slipping away from him and into the house.