𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒

Chapter 10

A sharp pain racked his already racked head, the voice of the Delphic Sibyl fillling his years. Did everyone have to interrupt his time with his Hyacinthus?

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This time, Apollo stopped the kiss. If the Sibyl was risking her life to barge into Apollo's mind, it must be serious (no it's just the author toying with you darling.) "My love, I must go. Sibylla needs my help."

"Sibylla-?" That sounded like a woman's name. Was she his lover? No, didn't Apollo have him? That must be it.

"We can continue this later," Apollo shot a heart at Hyacinthus, watching his expression with warmth. "Farewell!"

Once Apollo had vanished into a beautiful shimmer of gold, Hyacinthus had remained in the same position, fiddling with his linen shirt for about ten minutes. He had finally gotten up, crossing his arms to pull up his collar

Zephyrus materialized in the air, his ghostly white hair fluttering in the wind. Hyacinthus's eye was twitching very attractively, the gears in his head whirring about why some guy had appeared on his balcony. Unless he was a sorcerer or magic user of sort, he had to be a deity, he figured that out at least. 

Great, what was he going to do? Rumors would get out if this man talked about seeing the third prince of Sparta in such a disheveled state. All thoughts of Apollo vanished from his head as he focused on the target in front of him, who was radiating danger.

"He has left you." 

All thoughts of Apollo reemerged into Hyacinthus's mind. Well, obviously Apollo had left. "What? How do you know that?" Hyacinthus said, keeping his purple eyes on the man.  

"I watched." The man said, putting a hand to his chest. "My name is Zephyrus, whom you rejected for a man who would later abandon you."

"What?" Hyacinthus repeated. "I'm pretty sure I've never seen you in my life-" Wait. Zephyrus? God of the West Wind? Wait, was this some love triangle in which Apollo won? Did the god want revenge? 

"You chased after the music instead of the ball."

"Um, the ball's not that interesting." Hyacinthus said. "What do you want?" Hyacinthus knew what he wanted. He wanted this deity out of his room. 

"I just can't understand why you would choose a god who favors his own oracle over you." Zephyrus said. 

Hyacinthus's mind was still a bit slow, he couldn't quite comprehend the god's words, but the sentence hit him in the gut. He had almost forgotten with his selective memory about Apollo leaving him for someone called Sibylla. 

"It's his oracle," Hyacinthus said slowly. "he has thousands of people depending on that oracle. I am just one man. It's right for him to choose a hundred over one."

"Don't lie, I know you feel bitter about this." Zephyrus said, his fists clenched to his side. "Don't you feel hurt? Don't you feel betrayed? I could've given you everything but you chose Apollo who gave you only a halve."

"I didn't know at that time!" Hyacinthus protested. "I didn't even know who was pursuing me until three months ago, I wasn't choosing over you two, I just-"

"Then come with me."