[ One fine morning, Apollo beats her to it — He lounges in the roots of one of her great trees, basking in the sunlight that filters through the canopy. He remembers always being fond of sunlight, but the reason why escapes him.
Under his chiton, golden cracks snake across his body — more than there had been last time Nadine had seen him. How long ago had that been? He wanders so much, and doesn't care much for keeping time these days. Either way, he doesn't outwardly appear to be in pain.
When he sees Nadine approaching, he smiles — It's a weary smile, drained of so much of the warmth he'd once held, but it's kind and genuine all the same. ]
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Under his chiton, golden cracks snake across his body — more than there had been last time Nadine had seen him. How long ago had that been? He wanders so much, and doesn't care much for keeping time these days. Either way, he doesn't outwardly appear to be in pain.
When he sees Nadine approaching, he smiles — It's a weary smile, drained of so much of the warmth he'd once held, but it's kind and genuine all the same. ]