"N-No, just wondering why you're here.." Hyacinth mumbled, trying to get his heart to not beat so fast. Stay still, stupid beating heart.
A heartbeat suddenly made itself known to the god's divine hearing, and his cautious smile grew. "I'll tell you once you're at ease. How does that sound?"
"It's fine, you can tell me now…" Hyacinth replied, finally making himself calm down and more relaxed as he glanced at the god. Goodness, he's gorgeous.
Said god kept his eyes trained on Hyacinth, the smile never leaving his tanned face. "Well, I've actually already told you. You're beautiful." He leaned forward in his chair, elbows on his knees. "And good. You're pretty, and you're good, and I like you very much."
Hyacinth's face turned pink again, but it wasn't that obvious considering he had tan skin. But his face turned redder when the other said he liked him very much. "But you don't even know me that well…"
Apollo leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "That's the problem with immortality. You get bored, and you become easier to please. But see, I won't do as my elders do, simply impregnate one by dust…" he told Hyacinth, his voice drifting off.
"So, you only like me because of my looks and because I asked you if you wanted any food or water when you were a bird?" Hyacinth asked, moving some hair out of his face.
Caught off guard, Apollo took a few seconds to answer. "Well… yes. What can I say, we're not great people. But! I came down here to talk to you— only to talk." He said this carefully, confidently, eyeing Hyacinth curiously as he did so.
Hyacinth visibly relaxed a bit, sighing through his nose in relief. "Okay then…"
Apollo followed his lead and relaxed his posture, giving a quiet musical sigh as he did so.
"So Hyacinth. Are you happy in this royal life of yours?"
"Kind of, it's not that easy…" Hyacinth answered, straightening his back just a when he heard the question.
((I'm so sorry, my exams are doing me in))
At that Apollo brightened. "Would you like a break from the duties then?" he asked half-excitedly, hald-nonchalantly.
(It's fine, I understand, take your time)
"Umm–sure?" Hyacinth mumbled, glancing at the floor beside him. He was surprised no one had come to check up on him.
Apollo, now grinning again, froze and sat back in his chair with a frown. The grin didn't leave his face, and it made for a very strange expression. "Alright, Prince. You are clearly not at ease," the god pointed out.
"What do you mean? I'm very much at ease," Hyacinth said, furrowing his eyebrows together in 'confusion' as he was worried the god might do something if he wasn't at ease.
"Are you honestly?" the god repeated, sending a wave of golden warmth towards the Prince.
(Sorry I've been away!!)
(It's fine, I understand, take your time, you should take care of yourself first)
Hyacinth relaxed just a bit, not realizing the other was using his magic. "I–um–a bit…?"
(I really appreciate that, thank you)
"A bit at ease…" Apollo clucked. "I can work with that."
And with a snap of his fingers they were sat in a field of prim white flowers.
(No problem!)
Hyacinth let out a small sound of surprise, looking around and trying to get something out. "I—" He let out another sound, close to a sigh, considering he knew something like this would happen. "Why am I here?"
(hmm. Could I undo that last reponse and go for another direction?)
(Sure!)
"A bit at ease…" Apollo clucked. "We can work with that."
In an invisible movement the god stood in front of Hyacinth, gazing down at him with a sweet, warm expression. He leaned down and, cupping one side of the man's face, kissed him lightly on the cheek.
He pulled away, smiling. "I'll let you mull things over."
(Lowkey feel like this is going to happen at some point)
If Hyacinth's face wasn't red, then this wasn't a dream. Which meant it clearly wasn't, since his face was burning and fully red while his heart had probably stopped beating at this point. "I—umm—o-okay then…" He mumbled, covering his face with his hands.
(I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE)
Apollo melted away into the shadows of the sun then, leaving the blushing Prince to his thoughts.
(Lol thank youuu)
Hyacinth kept his mouth shut tight after the God left, his hand covering the lower part of his face. What just happened? A God came down–and a beautiful one at that–and talked to me then proceeded to kiss my cheek and leave?
The very second Apollo popped back into existence on Mount Olympus, Artemis was waiting for him with a grim expression on her face.
"You did it again," she said coldly, staring at her twin.
Apollo shrugged. "Did what?"
Am I dreaming? Hyacinth thought, deciding to pinch himself a bit, wincing in pain after. Nope, definitely in reality.
Quick as a flash, Artemis had her brother pinned up against the wall, collar pulled tight in her delicate steel-strong fist.
"You promised," she hissed, eyes shining with anger and scared tears. "You seem to have forgotten the last crisis that occurred out of a god mingling with the mortals, brother."
Apollo flinched under his sister's burning gaze, but his eyes didn't leave hers.
"And what if I told you that this one was worth it?" he asked her softly, his tone quietened further in contrast to the anger rolling off the goddess in waves.
(Aaahh, I'm so sorry for taking so long to respond! Forgive me! Again, I'm really sorry, life has been kind of hectic)
Hyacinth would have probably gone insane if he had thought about the matter any longer, but did he stop at all? No. But, his siblings had come in at the right time, almost like they knew about it. They smiled warmly at Hyacinth, not having a clue about what had just happened. "How's the most handsome prince in Sparta doing?"
Hyacinth couldn't help but chuckle softly, a small smile flickering across his face for a second. "I don't know, how are you guys doing?"
