Prompt #012 - Orange

Prompt # 012 - Orange

Sunrise, Sunset

Time Frame: Pre-PJO Series

Pairing: Apollo/Other Character

POV: A Woman Apollo Had an Affair With

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“It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.”

-Alexandra Starr

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One-hundred and fifty three incredible sunrises, one-hundred and fifty three unbearable sunsets. Five months and everyday was a new wonderful day of life and love—the world set ablaze with orange flames as sunlight touched every inch of my life.

My sunrise had been the most wonderful day of my life—as if a light had finally lit up my soul and the world around me began to glow when he was with me. Golden haired and beautiful: bright and alive.

But as those days flew by, my sun slowly moved across my sky.

As the noon of my romance approached, I was pregnant.

When I told him, he positively glowed. Child of the sun, I thought. My child would be bright and brilliant like him.

But I knew I wouldn’t be able to take care of him properly—my lover had told me as much. I would have to send him off each summer, maybe even during the year, to keep him safe. He would have to train and be strong in order to survive.

But he was his son, I thought. He will be strong and agile and quick and smart. My child will overcome all that comes his way.

But I knew. I knew this brief affair would have to end once I really knew the nature of his situation. It was only natural that a romance with the god of the Sun would burn hot and bright and much too fast.

It would be over, I knew.

His attention would drift as it had for millennia . He would find other woman. He would move across the land like the sun across the sky, causing sunrises and sunsets for different girls everywhere.

So the sun set low across my horizon on that one-hundred and fifty third day, and we said our goodbyes. He was leaving. It was not his fault, I knew—only his nature. Every day must have a sunrise and sunset. He knew this more than anyone.

The world once again was lit with the orange of the sun on a horizon, only it was west instead of east, the orange mixing with pinks and purples.

It was so beautiful I started to cry.

And so, as the sun set, I wept: my arms around me where my baby inside me grew warm and alive — my little sun that still had yet to dawn.

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