[One can imagine his gaze as a nail pinning a bug to a board. Mortals seemed under that impression, looking back over centuries.
But mankind had learned to thank him and continue on their way. Some had offered their faith and their minds; while some divines had offered nothing. But they failed to realise they had offered everything. The opportunity to unweave their emotions and stitch them together. He knows how this one looks up to him, aroused and attracted in equal measure, believing in this moment he is the one.]
You could answer a few questions.
[Is Apollo hoping they will do more than talk? Is he frightened to look his way? Or is he aware of his own terror but still attracted anyway?]
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But mankind had learned to thank him and continue on their way. Some had offered their faith and their minds; while some divines had offered nothing. But they failed to realise they had offered everything. The opportunity to unweave their emotions and stitch them together. He knows how this one looks up to him, aroused and attracted in equal measure, believing in this moment he is the one.]
You could answer a few questions.
[Is Apollo hoping they will do more than talk? Is he frightened to look his way? Or is he aware of his own terror but still attracted anyway?]