🍁+ Apollo
send 🍁 to invite my muse to play in some leaves
the pile of leaves is stacked up high enough that it’s at her waist; cassandra’s eyes taking in the behemoth of gold and amber. play in it ?? the notion was utterly childish. and yet, deeply appealing. when had she last let herself be so ridiculous ?? “perhaps for just a moment.” she says warily, glancing sideways at the goddess. in brief instances like this, she remembers why she worshipped the sun so fervently. scooping a bundle into her hands, she tosses them into the air with gusto, the swirls of leaves fluttering down around them. “though you are lucky I didn’t choose to simply drop them on your head.”













