Hycainthus stared in shock at the literal glowing god. His mortal instincts to grovel appropriately kicked in, as his face met the earth. "My lord, Apollo." he said. What could the god of the sun want with him?
"Has my kingdom failed to sacrifice the proper sacrifices for you?"
Apollo waved his hand, dismissing the idea as he set down his lyre. "No, no," He wanted to say Sparta didn't even include him in their offerings, Ares hogged it all, but he refrained from doing so.
He got straight to the point, extending his hand out to the mortal. With all his immortal radiance, he shot a dazzling smile no woman could resist. "I like you. Be my lover."
Except Hyacinthus wasn't a woman. Hyacinthus stared, then turned around, moving as if his limbs were metal. And he promptly started walking away, legs going left, right, left, right, as he quickly ran away from the god.
"Wait! Beautiful prince!" Apollo said. He was snapped back into the present reality. Glimpsing the future for such selfish needs was absolutely terrible. But he was the god of prophecy, so surely he would be an exception. He stared at the boy quizzically. Apparently, Hyacinthus did not appreciate the forward approach.
Apollo cleared his throat. The man had walked down his path, and if he decided to run away from him, Zephyrus wouldn't let him hear the end of it. Hm, Artemis had always told him that his looks were the one thing good about him, if he didn't talk. Was that a compliment or insult?
"Sit by me," Apollo said, patting the ground beside him. "You were entranced by the music, were you not?"
Hyacinthus nodded, but didn't go to his side. He sat contentedly in the sun. "That's a lyre, is it not?"
"Indeed, you play?" Apollo said, sending a message through his eyes: boy, why don't you sit down, I can turn you into a chicken-
"I do not," Hyacinthus said, wisely sitting next to Apollo.
"Would you like me to teach you?" Apollo said, playing another scale. He already knew the answer, his music was unparalleled.
"Isn't it too much?" Hyacinthus said blankly.
"I beg your pardon?"
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Historical FictionRetelling the story between Hyacinthus (hyacinth in other versions) and Apollo. __________________________________ Phoebus Apollo, son of Zeus and Leto, brother of Artemis, patron deity of Delphi, god of music, light, archery, and various other thin...
