Apollo had never been a god who knew how to stand still.
From the moment he was born, light had followed him. Not the harsh blaze of conquest or judgment, but warmth, rhythm, and beauty. He was the god of the sun, of music, of prophecy, of healing, and of desire that arrived without warning and left without apology.
Where Artemis is the restraint and distance, Apollo is the closeness, laughter, and touch. Where she watched from the edge of the world, he lived in its center. Apollo loved freely, and he always had.
He loved men and women with the same open devotion, drawn not by form but by presence. Apollo possessed a sharp mind, a graceful movement, a voice filled with emotion, and a smile that lingered for an excessive amount of time.
Mortals called it temptation. Gods called it indulgence. Apollo simply called it living, and in that belief he had always found an easy companion in Dionysus.
