For thousands of years, they have loved each other. Even if Apollo's love for her wasn't as strong as it was for his past lovers, it was enough. When one needs comfort, the other is there to help. As terrible as they may be sometimes, Meraklỳdis is always there to listen to his poems, curse or not. And if for one mortality blows, the other follows. Crossposted on Fanfiction.net and Ao3.
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