𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒

Chapter 14

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not me just realizing i put untitled something something for the last chapter.

hyacinthus: dude i could've died

this chapter is going to be zephyrus's pov! i'm trying (and failing) to make him a relatable, no homiecide (get it, hOmIE?) second lead thingy thing

He could hear Apollo's sickeningly sweet voice yell after him in rage as he stepped off the building. Wind ruffled through his tunic, cooling the sweat that somehow gathered on his body. That was close. 

Okay, he didn't exactly run away from the place, more like turned around mid retreat to his palace, stalking the two lovebirds from a safe distance.

Stupid Apollo, he had nearly killed him. He was too blind in his rage to notice Hyacinthus wilting on the floor. He felt so bitter just about it, knowing that that beautiful man was left to the adolescent care of golden boy. 

At first when he saw him, he had only thought of it as a mild distraction, someone he wanted, but also someone who he could throw away. But those purple eyes seduced him unknowingly, his unique irises setting him apart from any other mortal in Spartan. He was worthy of Eros's beauty, almost like the male version of Psyche herself. 

Ugh, but he had become so entranced with that boy, at a point it came to an obsession. Zephyrus had also almost killed Hyacinthus. He guessed he should be grateful for Apollo stepping on his face, since Hyacinthus would have at least died twice in the period he spent with Zephyrus. 

But while he was with him, the places where his skin grazed his sent electric currents racing down his spine. It was unnatural for a god to be so immersed in a mortal...

Zephyrus waved a hand in the air. A bubble appeared. With its soap like quality like something Poseidon had brought to Olympus before, proclaiming it as a scrying bubble. It never caught on though. 

"Show me Hyacinthus of Sparta." Zephyrus commanded the bubble. An image appeared, blurry yet stabilizing quickly. 

"You haven't apologized for breaking my back." Hyacinthus muttered, lip pouted, pulling the god's arms closer to his chest. Apollo's chin was resting on Hyacinthus's head, nuzzling into his skull like a wounded animal.

"I'm so sorry this happened," Apollo said, squeezing the young man tighter, breathing in his honey pomegranate scent. Hyacinthus pulled it off better than Persephone . 

Hyacinthus's violet eyes were glazed over, though Zephyrus could feel his mind racing around, trying to assess the situation. "You should be."

"Apollo, I'm scared," Hyacinthus said, though clearly he wanted to say confused. "You never told me you fought Zephyrus, the god of the West Wind for me, and now he approaches me out of the blue and -"

"I'm sorry," Apollo said again. "I acted in a way that disgraced my godhood, I failed to protect you, I won't make the same mistake."

"I don't need to be protected." Hyacinthus protested.

"You held up for what, five seconds before Zephyrus kabedoned you?"

"Well, um-"

"Just let me keep you safe." Apollo said, turning his cheek again to face Hyacinthus.

"No." Hyacinthus replied.

Zephyrus cut through the bubble with his hand before their lips touched.