ㅤ What is it that the 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 is staring at? ㅤ

ㅤ Careful, sweetheart, they might get stuck that way. ㅤ

ㅤ Now, now, who gave the grumpy bird permission to touch him? ㅤ

ㅤ Oh, she surely does. Would be a tragedy if her fingers irrupted in flames. ㅤ

ㅤ “Urgh. . . Rising the sun for you mortals is exhausting.” ㅤ

/ Apollo is the fluffiest boy, I absolutely love him. But I also want to fuck him up by mourning Hyacinthus.

ㅤ Rather spend the eternity on the Ice Age? Ah, that was fun. Maybe I should convince the Anemoi & Khione to bring it back. ㅤ

ㅤ “The sacrifices I do for your kind. . .” ㅤ

ㅤ “Driving this early in the morning is always a hustle! However I do love it.” ㅤ

ㅤ It will be wonderful! Such low & freezing temperatures not even the children of Hephaestus can produce fire. ㅤ

ㅤ Bored. ㅤ

ㅤ You gave the idea, doll, I am merely offering the happening hand. ㅤ

ㅤ Okay, okay. . . I will be merciful. ㅤ

/ Hoseok could snap my back in half

ㅤ That will do, he supposes. . . ㅤ

ㅤ Watching all these fools try to look anywhere near as beautiful as himself. ㅤ

ㅤ “You really should try getting a little groovy, baby.” A wink displayed on his visage as he echoed a laughter, smirking towards the other. “All that bad stance will give you terrible knots on your shoulders.” ㅤ

ㅤ His children are an exception, as always. ㅤ