writewith_christine
Northern Italy, summer of 1983, Hyacinthus fell in love with Apollo. The man who worked with his father, Oebalus, both of them are currently studying and researching for artifacts from Mediterranean era. It was sudden, Hyacinthus swore that he had never seen a man with such stunning and god-like features.
Apollo stayed in their family villa, joining Hyacinthus and his siblings, Daphne, Leanira, and Rhagus, whenever they would go to the lake, and would often prefer Hyacinthus's company more than any other. It was odd, Hyacinthus thought to himself, feeling an odd fluttering in his chest whenever he would think about him. He knows that he shouldn't, but he can't help it, not when Cupid had already struck him with his arrows of love.
Their fates are now intertwined, unknowingly to the both of them. Their worlds now colliding and slowly consumed with yearning and passion for one another. But they both know that they couldn't, not when their society deemed their love as somewhat sinful, forbidden, and ire to the gods.