Lord Apollo.

x — Lᴇᴛ Gᴏᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ.

Twirls.

Attaches himself to @moonIitbeams.

Waves. He’s back.

"They live!" Immediately lights up with joy, wrapping the goddess up into a tight embrace. xitter.cf/wiltingspring/status/8…

FORGIVE. xitter.cf/wiltingspring/status/8…

Is opting to craftily replace the wilted stems with plastic ones in order to hide his failure.

He. . Doesn't want to know.

"Pfft, I know! I'm simply the best at everything; I don't understand why these plants despise me."

Now /he's/ the one wilting.

Splutters, "That–. . That was your fault!" xitter.cf/springsfavour/status/8…

Cringes upon the realisation of what he just said.

Scoffs, "Rough is right. Who'd have thought the sun deity himself cannot even keep his favourite flowers alive?" Cue dramatic huffing.

Forgive him, his flowers have wilted. Again.

Shrieks.

This family is a mess.

Stretches obnoxiously. It's been a while.

x| are the gods back 👀

He stifles a chuckle – barely. "Caden? It surely has been a long time since I've laid eyes on him," he's avoiding it. [@JovialDemure].

It surely had been a while and the male found himself brimming with satisfaction upon inhaling @DetachedSavage's scent.