#aelous

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NEED OTHER PEOPLE TO SEE THIS AS SOON AS POSSIBLE AAAAAAAA IM SO EXCITED

• Your Presence in the Temple of the Sun

- In the temple, filled with the scent of fresh Wine and sunlight filtering through marble windowpanes, you are known as Apollo's chosen attendant. Even nymphs, muses, and satyrs know you. A maiden always gentle on her feet and deft with her hands, you are always close to her. You masterfully combine elegance and simplicity, a rare talent on Olympus.

• Morning Ritual in the Kitchens of the Gods

- Every morning, before the gods descend from their thrones, you prepare radiant fruit and soft bread coated in honey. Your fingers are adept at arranging Apollo's offerings—pomegranates, purple grapes, and homemade wheat bread. As you press the grapes, the morning sun sparkles on your pale skin, and orbs of light seem to dance in your hair. The nymphs often pause to watch with awe and a touch of envy.

• A Costume That Captivates the Gods

- Your attire is a departure from the typical Greek chiton. Apollo himself allowed you to wear a soft, black-and-white garment, inspired by an otherworldly world the gods had never seen before. Thin ribbons frame your waist, and as you carry the silver tray, your skirt billows, revealing soft skin illuminated by golden light.

The white cuffs around your wrists sparkle like sacred bracelets, and the ribbon around your neck is a symbol of devotion—not forced, but graceful, a tribute to the sun god.

• A Burning Gaze

- As you enter the room carrying a silver tray filled with fresh wine, the room falls silent. The sunlight reflects off the silver vessel, shining down on your face, a sight that even the muses pause in their poetry.

- Apollo gazes at you as if you were a rare celestial phenomenon—awestruck, possessive, and a little jealous, as he notices the young satyrs' attentions fixed on you. "Don't stare too long," he says quietly. It just makes the air around you feel warmer.

• The Scent in the Air

- You don't like strong scents, so you created your own perfume, a blend of honey, iris, and pomegranate. But somehow, it's intoxicating. A muse standing nearby sighed deeply, and a satyr in the corner tried to look away.

- Apollo once said, half-jokingly, "If your perfume weren't so fragrant, people wouldn't get angry every time they see you."

• Lips Called the Sun

- The air of Olympus sometimes dries out from the heat of the sun, so you meticulously pamper your lips with honey and fruit juice. As a result, your lips radiate a soft glow, almost as if they were imbued with light.

- Apollo, the poet and god of music, once wrote a secret lyric about your lips. In it, he called them "the dawn between silence and song."

No one knows that the lyric was written for you...except you, who once heard him play his lyre at night.

• Apollo's Elusive Nature

- Apollo is a dangerous god to love. He is full of light, yet fiery. He protects you as if he were a part of the sun, but behind his smile lies an uncontrollable jealousy. When a muse tries to imitate your scent, Apollo commands the cold wind, Aelous, or Zephyrus, to blow away the surrounding flowers and erase the fragrance from the air. "No fragrance can ever imitate yours," he said.

- The gods know. If anyone dares to touch you without permission, they will feel the wrath of the sun itself.

• A Complicated but Sacred Relationship

- You loved Apollo's gentler side. This is a time to talk about music, healing, and earthly beauty. By his side, you learned about harmony, prophecy, and the power of light to heal deep wounds.

- But you also knew that loving him meant living in a cycle of heat and danger. Apollo loved like fire and knew no half-hearted love. You sometimes asked yourself: Did he love you because you were mortal, or because you were the only one brave enough to touch the sun god without being burned?

• A Legend Hidden in the Temple

- A rumor spread throughout Olympus that you were no mere servant, but Apollo's little sun. Your presence made Apollo's songs more beautiful and his prophecies clearer.

- Some of the Muses wrote your story in a secret poem, and called it "The Tale of the Maiden from Another World Who Made the Sun God Smile Like a Man."

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• The God Who Never Shared

- Apollo was never truly gentle when he felt threatened by losing you. He wasn't just a protector; he was the possessor of light, and you—the source of the beauty that soothed his radiance. Whenever he saw someone staring at you too long, he would smile faintly— a beautiful but dangerous smile. A smile that made nymphs cower in fear, and satyrs stop staring.

- You knew that smile. You knew that after the followers had left, he would call to you in a soft tone that only you understood.

A tone that meant: "Don't make me lose control, my love."

Father-son moment

This is an fanart based on the @sonic-god-complex comic. (srry for ping)

Older Odysseus: Hey! Stop him right now!

Odysseus: Who are you?

Older Odysseus: I am you

Odysseus: How can you be me? I am me! Who are you?!

Older Odysseus: No, not you, my name is you

Odysseus: This is so confusing!... Why are you here you?

Older Odysseus: I came from the FUTURE!

Odysseus: the FUTURE!!!

Older Odysseus: Yes, from the future, for-- *see Eurylochus trying to steal the bag*