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Apollo lives for thousands of years before any mortal ever utters the word “bisexual.” He has never needed such a descriptor and doesn't now. He loves without limit: men, women, those between and beyond.
And yet. He watches the joy of humans who claim this label, sees them drape themselves in banners of pink and purple and blue and feels something warm in his chest.
If he considers it, he is so many things already: god, male, poet, archer, healer, lover, warrior. What is one more word that fits him?
He tucks “bisexual” deep in his heart with a smile.