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It doesn't occur to Percy why he never noticed, but Apollo was so, so beautiful. It should have been blatantly obvious really, and it would have been a lie if Percy said he'd never felt some sort of attraction towards the God. (Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Limbs tangled and all.)
In all his essence, as the Sun God and whatnot, he seemed to shine even brighter under the morning light.
Percy basked under the presence of him, and tried to commit the view to memory. For he knew, it'd be difficult to get Apollo to be in such a vulnerable state like this again. His rustled hair, ever so chiseled jaw, and his gentle hand on Percy's thigh, like a waking flower at the crack of dawn. If the being in front of him wasn't perfection, what was? For his breath, he treasured like warm sun at noon, and his laughter etched into his conscience until he ceased.
Just the small touch, was able to remind Percy, that no matter what, Apollo was a God. He was immortal, as endless (and perhaps as unforgiving) as time. He scorches the skin of Percy's heart, and he swears he could cry out. Not tears of joy, but tears of longing and need.
It's selfish of him to expect Apollo to feel all the same, he knows this. But hope doesn't stop its way into his head. The previous night, he could swear that there was a different sort of affection in Apollo's eyes. He saw himself in Apollo's perspective and suddenly, wished he could crawl into a hole.
Apollo loves me, he thought.
The God of healing, archery, music, and the fuck else, is in love with me.
The God of fucking homosexuality is in love with me!
It's a crazy thought too. One that drives him absolutely insane. But he smiles. Looking over to Apollo, he smiles and thinks, this would be nice.
Percy will love him, today, tonight, tomorrow, whenever and wherever. If he were to live a thousand lives, he'd go back to Apollo. He'd crawl back into the comfort of his warmth and kiss him over and over again, until he wouldn't be able to feel. If that wasn't love, what was?