Hello, I am Apollo, the God who lost his lover. I am the one who killed Icarus. I had always watched over Icarus, he loved the sun. I always shone upon him the most. Peppering him in soft kisses of light as the wind played in his hair. Within the tower I could no longer see him, he was lost in the dark. But as he grew wings and flew to me I so desperately reached out for him, but I should not have. I was intoxicated with Icarus and all his beauty. But my hand never reached him, he descended. I flew after him in a dazed panic, but he smiled at me. Why would he smile? His body plunged into the ocean. As I held him in my arms he was cold and limp. Golden drops fell from my eyes and onto his face, they washed down his cheeks leaving golden cracks. I held him and raced to Hades. Hades looked at me with a blank stare. Golden tears flooding my eyes, "Please bring him back to me." Hades spoke only four simple words, they still haunt me to this day, "You killed him, Apollo." I as a God should never have longed for him so. Placing his body in a grave, flowers began to sprout from the ground, almost like drops of gold. They were soft like the sun, they felt like him. I was the sun, but he shone much brighter than me. I loved Icarus and he loved the sun. He loved me.
-The God who killed his lover
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Icarus and Apollo
Historical FictionI made my own twist on Icarus's story. I always liked the idea of Icarus and Apollo being in love. So this is my own personal take. It's rather short so it's a good small read. Art by René Milot on ArtStation
