Chapters: 5/?
Sunlight flickered over the shadows of the trees, thin scratches of gold growing longer as I summoned and condensed more of the wonderfully loose and gorgeous strings of matter that was Me into a passable, remarkably handsome human form (with all the joints in the correct places, of course). For you see, on the chalky-red rocks I now stood on, by some rising Norman town on the east coast of medieval Ireland, today was the day some ally King they liked was… doing something-or-other (returning, perhaps?), and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious as to how these particular – pardon my language – bastards partied.
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After yet another crusade meddling about with the medieval Roman Empire, Apollo decides to pay a visit to Ireland out of spite and finds himself significantly more invested (in someone) than he thought he would be.
Or, the Apollo swoons for a knight fic!