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@kynthons 
            
            [  his  eyes  fluttered  shut,  and  when  the  god’s  lips  pulled  away  from  his  own  hyacinthus  leaned  forward,  wishing  for  more.   ]  ever  the  poet.  [  he  murmurs  quietly,  letting  the  weight  of  apollo’s  love  wash  over  him  in  waves.  ]   take  my  heart  with  you,  and  come  back  so  i  can  love  you  with  all  of  it.  

@tyrians,       (   and  so  do  their  lips  touch  in  the  briefest  of  sentiments,   a  palm  cupping  the  prince's  jaw  ever  so  gently.   )     do  not  my  absence  dampen  your  mood.    each  day  when  the  sun  and  in  the  night  when  it  dips  beneath  the  horizon..   i  am  there,   blanketing  you  in  my  embrace.   my  love  for  you  is  ever  present,   in  this  you  should  take  pride. 

@kynthons 
            
            apollo. . .  [ the  prince  leans  in  close,  lips  barely  brushing  against  the  gods  has  his  hands  rest  against  the  others  nape  ] 

@kynthons 
            
            take  this  in  stride.  [  the  prince  very  ceremoniously  flips  the  god  off.  ] 

@tyrians,    surely  you're  not  upset  by  a  single  loss,   mm?

@kynthons 
            
            “take  it  in  stride”  he  says.  [  the  prince  scoffs.  ]  

/  something  ancient  hehehehe

@kynthons 
            
            Hmm,  I  suppose  I  accept  your  apology.  Though  you  bards  aren’t  really  known  for  your  sincerity 

@tyrians,     oh,     my  /deepest/  of  apologies,   your  highness.    though  i  do  recall  you  enjoying  my  jests.   a  shame. 

@kynthons 
            
            [  hyacinthus  snorts,  turning  to  face  the  god.  ]  you  cannot  just  insult  me  and  then  flatter  me,  beloved. 

@kynthons 
            
            perhaps  for  you  maybe. . . [ Hyacinthus  murmurs  under  his  breath.  his  arms  form  a  gentle  cross  over  his  chest,  gaze  softening  slightly  at  the  sound  of  laughter.  ] 

@tyrians,       (  his  own  bounce  with  the  beginnings  of  laughter,     the  curling  of  lips  following  his  amusement.    )    you've  nothing  to  worry  about,   i'm  sure.     if  the  two  wish  to  spend  their  every  waking  moment  together,     it  would  be  quite  hypocritical  for  us  to  stop  them,   hm?   

@kynthons 
            
            do  not  jest  about  that!  I  don’t  even  want to to  think  about  how  bad  we  were . . .  [  hyacinthus  brings  a  hand  to his  forehead,  his  cheeks  flushing  slightly.  he  sighs,  letting  his  shoulders  drop.  ]   they  can  still  have  fun…  just  not  too  much  

@kynthons 
            
            I  am  their  mentor,  I  need  to  be  there  for  them.  [  hyacinthus  lets  his  gaze  advert.  ]   . . .  do  you  think,  their  mother  will mind? 

@tyrians,    you've  done  more  for  my  children  than  i  have.    you  have..   been  here  when  i  was  not  able  to  be.   you've  just  as  much  place  there as  i  would. 

@kynthons    
            
            [  a pause,  a  breath.  ]  I  am  not  their  parent,  I  would  have  no  place 

@kynthons 
            
            your  worries  are  misplaced.  what  if  he  is  caught  by  a  hellhound?  a  cyclops  or  empousa?  you  should  worry  that  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  defend  himself  against  such  an  attack!  not  that  i  am  pushing  him  too  hard!  [  hyacinthus  sighs  to  stop  himself  from  raising  his  voice.  he  shuts  his  eyes  and  his  jaw  clenches.  part  of  stomach  flutters  with  something  akin  to  guilt  but  it  goes  ignored.  ]   really?  you  have  nothing  to  say?   that  is  a  first. 

@tyrians,      should  i  have  held  my  tongue?   were  the  worries  of  a  father  too  much  for  you?     (   and  there  are  crescents  that  are  pushed  into  skin,   /human/  skin.    there  is  no  divinity  behind  dark  eyes  that  find  the  ghost's.    fingers  pause,    a  relieve.   )      then  do  not.    i've  certainly  nothing  to  say  to  you  and  no  apologies  to  give.     i've  certainly  none  you'd  believe.

@kynthons 
            
            [  hyacinthus  brings  his  cheek  between  his teeth.  he’s  leaning  against  the  door  frame,  head  hung  down  to  stare  at  the  god  awful  floor  design  mr.  d picked  out.  his  temper  itches  beneath  his  skin.  his  need  to  bite  back  the  things  apollo  will  not  ever  know.   ]  you  insulted  me  first.  if  anyone  should  not  want  to  speak  to  the  other  it  should  be  i  to  you. 

@notdad,    ..   ya  said  you  wanted  to  propose  to  me.   wanted  to  throw  it  away  a  couple  times—-   can't bring  myself  to.

/  modern!