Myth & Magic

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Yall get a oneshot/sneakpeek of a book I mayy or may not start to publish. Idk maybe. Anyways you might get two oneshots here depending on how much adrenaline and energy I have tonight. I just came back from dance and I'm ridiculously exhausted sooo. Oh and Ive spent a lot of time asking yall but imma ask again in hopes you'll respond. Whos youre favourite of my characters/friends in this book because my friend is DYING to know. You can tell me here >>>>>
Or in the last "A N" chapter. Idc. Enjoy. This is not accurate because I have no wifi rn and I can't search things up and I'm bored and I don't care. Theyre so dam short so complain all you want at least youre getting something.

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Those gorgeous blazing eyes. The golden locks that fall past his collarbone. The glowing tanned skin.

Hyacinthus knew he was a lucky man.

A lucky man who believed he did not deserve this luck that Tyche had generously granted.

For when he looked at the sun, he sees the ghost of the bright beaming smile that he had fallen for.

"Hyacinthus."

A voice loud yet soft.

Strange yet familiar.

Confident but not cold.

Hyacinthus turned around. Around to meet a gaze he knew too well, but not enough for him.

The pools of shining blue met mahogany brown.

They sent a shiver down Hyacinthus' shoulders blades and did not stop.

For the man standing before him was his lover. Yet Hyacinthus knew that the man was not his.

He would never be his.

"I miss you..."

A whisper.

A whisper only to be heard by Aeolus' winds and the leaves that float through them.

A whisper to no one.

For the man was a god.

God of light even.

And Hyacinthus smiles.

For he is only flying through wind as merely the petals of a blue and purple flower.

He flies.

Until the dusk steals him from the sun.

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Well shit that was good. :D was it good? Don't lie to me was it good? Anyways it could out of character but I don't know tell me in the comments if it's in character. So turns out I more energy to kill sooooooo.

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He can feel the sand through his fingers, his feet.

It takes him back to a time long ago, with distant memories of a woman running along the beach, and a man watching them with distaste.

He can remember his mother and her laughter and mirth, he remembers it sounding like what songbirds sing.

He cannot remember the people calling her foolish and stupid.

He can remember the melodies and tunes that her beautiful lyre sang.

He cannot remember her voice singing along with it.

He can remember the delicate slender hand pointing towards each constellation in the sky and stories being spoken behind them, each and every one.

He cannot remember that he would beg for each story to be told and the tears he would shed when they were all said.

A deep breath in.

A deep breath out.

It was not long before darkness creeps into the sky and a hand creeps onto his shoulder.

"Patroclus love. You coming?"

He looks up.

Golden hair, sky blue eyes, chiseled face even young.

"Always."

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Was that one good too? I think it was anyways, the energy is all gone so im gonna read Wolfstar fanfics "When the worm moon dies" and "Wading in waist high water" and if there's time then ig I have to finish "A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety" :)))

Hope you enjoyed :))))))

~ Nicole