A/N: This drabble could also be seen as 'The Love of an Olympian' compliant.
Luna never expected something like this to happen when she visited Olympus again just before the winter solstice.
Apollo, God of the sun, the Arts, Medicine, and Poetry, an Immortal she'd always admired from when she heard tales of Ancient Greece at a young age, was staring at her.
His gaze seemed to burn her but, somehow, she kept a blush from flooding her cheeks as she focused intently on her sisters.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shift forwards. Her eyes snapped towards her stately form and they widened in shock.
Apollo, the only Immortal who had ever caused her to blush simply at the mere thought of him, was real, dazzlingly handsome, and walking straight towards her.