𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒

Chapter 12

"And to your offer, I have to decline. I have to be with the one I love-" Hyacinthus said, gesturing with his hands. A gust of wind battered against the curtains. Before he could finish his sentence, before he could even blink, he suddenly hit the silk sheets, his hands pinned above his head, imprisoned within the god's grasp. 

He had moved so fast, Hyacinthus didn't even detect it. Zephyrus swiftly tucked his leg to press against Hyacinthus's shins to prevent him from kicking him.

Wait, he probably should've done that.

Hyacinthus's brain finally started turning, the nerves in his muscles reacting to the new threat. He wriggled around, trying to move his legs. Stuck. He could feel the god's godly bone, the fear of being crippled rushing into his head.

"Let go!" Hyacinthus said, carefully using only his upper body to struggle. 

"Why?" Even though Zephyrus's statement was gravelly like the growl of a wounded lion, somehow it projected through the room. He wanted to cover his ears, but he couldn't, so Hyacinthus flipped his head to face his left ear to the mattress.

"Why in the world would someone like you love someone like him?" 

You know those kind of people who make a question sound like a command? Turns out the West Wind was one of those people.

"I could give you everything you could ever desire," Zephyrus said, his storm grey eyes flickering like rain clouds.  "money, food, silk, satin, gold, even immortality if you just chose me." This purple eyed Spartan, those eyes blinking in a mix of confusion and free. The dimples on his cheeks, the way he fiddled with his clothing when he was nervous, and his lips-

Oh, his lips. Full and pale pink, like he had swapped mouths with one of the muses. They looked so soft, Zephyrus wanted to feel those lips against his own, their arms entangling with each other... he loved this man so much, even when he was just watching. He loved Hyacinthus too much, enough that he needed to die.

"It doesn't mean anything if you don't mean it!" Hyacinthus said. His shins ached. The god was gripping his hands too tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. The god's image became blurry, his eyes layered with tears.

Zephyrus stopped, staring at the droplet of water falling from his cheek, sliding on to the sheets, leaving a small water mark-

And he was kicked in the side of the stomach by Apollo's divine sandal.  Except he was still clenching Hyacinthus's hands, which resulted in both mortal and god feeling the impact of the kick.

"Huegk!" Hyacinthus wheezed. When Zephyrus's hand hit the floor, his grasp on Hyacinthus loosened, the string that was keeping him from slamming into his painted wall. It burns... His back felt like it was about to break, wait, actually, that his ribs.

"Stay away from my man." Apollo snarled, looming over Zephyrus, his eyes glowing like molten gold. 

feat. hyacinthus dying in the back