Jun 24, 2020
Soul, Trapped in Canvas by ember_firedrake (wordcount: 21,474)
"Who is it?"
He looks down at his paper. It's the man from his dream, he realizes. It's not a perfect likeness—but the furrowed brow is there, the slope of his nose, the proud curve of his lips. The man’s hair is perhaps wilder in the sketch than in the dream, and he realizes he has spent too long considering how this sketch compares to a man that is a figment of his subconscious.
He smiles wryly at the sketch, and says, "It's Apollo."
