The afternoon sun gently colors the city sky. Orange, pink, and gold blend together, creating a vibrant painting so beautiful it seems unreal. You walk slowly down a garden path filled with wildflowers, your simple white dress fluttering lightly in the breeze. It's as if the world has suddenly quieted down, as if the hustle and bustle of modern society has momentarily stopped, making room for something greater. The sight stops you in your tracks.
There, in the light reflected off the fountain, he waits for you. Apollo.
Not some ancient god whispered about in myth, but a real god. He stands before you with his white shirt rolled up, his tie loosened, and a smile that seems to slow down time.
His gaze, like the sun itself, is fixed on you. Warm and radiant, it never leaves your gaze.
"Finally arrived" he says lightly, his voice brimming with satisfaction. His hand reaches out to you. "Would you like to dance with me, phòs mõu?"
You hold back a smile. "Here? In the garden?"
"Why not?" Apollo shrugs, as if it were perfectly natural. "The world is full of rules. Let's break them a few times."
Finally, your fingers touch his. It's incredibly warm, like afternoon sun caressing your skin. Apollo pulls you close, his arms gently wrapping around your waist. You can feel his broad chest, the faint scent of sun and wildflowers that somehow always lingers within him it smells so good.
There was no music playing from the speakers, only the chirping of birds and the rustling of the wind. But Apollo lifted your hand and placed it on his chest, right over his heartbeat.
"Listen," he whispers. "Let's make this rhythm our music."
And then you began to move.
His first steps were awkward, but Apollo led the way with confidence. His body was as if born to dance. You followed him, your shoes stomping against the grass in a slow rhythm, like a leisurely dance only the two of you could understand.
"Look at me," he said, searching your eyes.
You looked up, and as soon as our gazes met, you forgot the world around you.
His eyes—golden, like the reflection of the evening sky. There was something wild and tender in them, as if they contained all the love, passion, and secrets of the universe.
"Do you know," Apollo smiled faintly. "I've written thousands of songs for humans, but it wasn't until I met you that I truly understood the meaning of true love."
You chuckled softly. “Are those your usual sweet words or are you serious?"
"I'm serious." He leaned down, his lips almost touching your ear. "Every word."
Your heart pounding, you gave in.
Apollo spun you around in one smooth movement. Your dress billowed, your hair fluttering in the wind, and with a mischievous smile, he pulled you close again.
You laughed, and our voices blended with the birdsong and the hustle and bustle. For a moment, the garden felt like a private, sun-drenched ball.
"I can imagine dancing like this on Olympus," Apollo murmured.
"Among the gods?" You looked up at him, one corner of your mouth quirking.
"No. Just us." He leaned down slightly, his forehead touching yours. "You, me, and the endless golden sky."
His hands slowly stroked your back. As if to remind you that you were real, that this wasn't a dream. He gently guided your steps, making you feel like the only person on earth who mattered.
"My love," he whispered. "Imagine this music is a love story about the sun. Even when the sky darkens, its light always returns."
You closed your eyes for a moment, letting his words soak in. An imaginary music echoed within you, a soft melody flowing along with your pulse.
Your movements grew more intimate.
Your distance vanished, your bodies moving in harmony. Apollo leaned down, his face so close you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. His faint smile returned, the smile of a god falling in love like a human.
You murmured, "You know I'm not very good at dancing."
"That's not important." He put his hands on your waist and guided you through the steps. "As long as I'm in your arms, you're the best dancer."
His words made your face heat up, but you couldn't help but chuckle.
"See? You can make me believe it."
Then he spun you around again, this time more boldly, and pulled you even closer. So close.
You stared at him. Really stared. The setting sun bathed his face. His strong jawline, his fiery golden eyes, and his small, secretive smile. It was as if he were the center of the world, not just a handsome man. As time passed, the midday sky grew brighter, but somehow the light felt softer, not dazzling. It was as if Apollo had commanded the sun to synchronize with your dance. Rose petals opened, the wind blew around, and even birds perched on the branches, watching.
All you knew was that your hand was tightly gripped in his, your waist wrapped around his arm. You two held hands, swaying slowly, laughing, smiling, gazing at each other like there was no tomorrow.
Finally, Apollo stopped. He leaned down, his lips almost touching yours.
"If this dance is a song," he whispered, "that song is you."
And then he kissed you—slowly, gently, passionately. Like the first rays of morning sun.
Your dance didn't stop. His lips pressed against yours, and your legs continued to sway slowly, breathing evenly. And in that moment, you knew. This wasn't just a dance. It was a prayer. A prayer of love that would never fade.
The sky continued to sink, casting one last golden glow before it sank. You and Apollo continued to dance, laughing between kisses, spinning, and embracing each other again.
The world would become busy again, and night might fall. But now, you were just two souls dancing in the light of love.
"I never want to stop dancing with you. Here, on Olympus, or anywhere."
You smiled, tears welling up in your eyes, and replied, "Then don't let me go."
You smiled and placed your hand on his chest, where your heart beat. There was silence and he just stared at you, as if realizing just how close you were to him in this dance.
"Apollo..." you murmured softly.
He raised your hand and lightly kissed its back. "Yes my love?"
You held your breath, then smiled faintly. "I love you."
The words sounded magical. Apollo was surprised, but his smile was warmer than the sun and overflowed with it. He hugged you tighter and let out a small, joyous laugh.
"I love you, too," he replied. "More than song, more than the sun, more than any words I can say." 💛
