#!sunshine

Open Starter - For anyone at the beach!

The weather had been lovely lately. Summer was in full bloom, and the heat had taken over the island. Apollo could no longer ignore his desire to enjoy the beach, to absorb up the rays of the sun and indulge in the warmth of the sand. He had been working so hard on the island for the last few months that he had barely spared a moment for his own enjoyment, too hyperfocused on establishing his PAC and the musical aspirations of himself and others. 

So having left his responsibilities to those of his assistant and managers, the god had just started a run along the beachline. And while it had been rather empty for the most part, as he got to a busier part of the beach, the god seemed to grow energized by those around him. The good weather and the good vibe around him, Apollo had needed this. 

And as he scanned the crowd, the god had grown a bit too distracted, bumping into someone who accidentally crossed his path. Apollo halted immediately in his step, grabbing onto the arm to stop them from falling. 

Send me a ✂ and my muse will blurt out an embarrassing secret.

Send me a “◄” for a drunk kiss from my muse. || accepting 

     It was a celebration. Probably. Noah wasn’t entirely sure what was being celebrated, only that he’d been handed a few different drinks throughout the course of the night, and he was swaying on his feet a little, humming to himself. He waited around, finishing glass number something-or-another (he wasn’t keeping track) then he went to find Gansey. 

It is not always grey, and sometimes poetic, he thinks.

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

After being alive again, Noah is like ten times more sensitive than he used to be- as a ghost, and even being alive the first time, he was a sensitive soul. Things got under his skin easily, and it took a lot of work to hide it when something bothered him- and still does. 

He’s more in tune with things around him- the spirits that linger, the electricity in the air, the general magic of the world- since coming back from the dead. When the world was charged right before a storm-- Noah could feel it. He could hear the hums beneath his feet, the oncoming of a surge before it happened. 

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♂ : Sexuality 

  “… I mean to each his own, right? or her own. or their own. Whatever is whatever, do what feels good, you know?” Noah shrugged his shoulders a little. “As far as what I identify as, I guess… demi– or is it pan? Man I’m bad with labels.” 

❤: Opinion on love 

“There’s lots of types of love. Love between blood, love between friends, between kin, unrequited love, you know. List goes on probably. I’ve never been in love. I think it would be cool, but scary too.” 

◎ :Opinion on lying