(You're fine, don't worry! I'm glad it hasn't died ^^')
"That's what you always say," Artemis hissed, pushing off Apollo and starting to pace with a frustrated sigh. "She'll find out, you know? She'll find out and you know how she handled human affairs. Do you really want to see your prince killed? Because that's how it'll end."
Apollo watched his sister move to and fro in front of him, sadness casting a shadow on the passion he'd felt earlier.
"I'll do what takes, sister. Love is powerful, don't you know that?"
"Love?" she scoffed, whirling on him. "You don't love him. You don't know him."
"You don't know that!" he roared, marching up to her in a surge of anger. "I am sick and tired of your control over my life, and I will not give up on this rare chance for joy! You know hard it is for me, right?"
(Thanks for understanding and for being so kind!)
One of them flushed crimson, and the other just chuckled, answering with a small 'I'm fine' that was stuttered out like there was no tomorrow. "Way to make him embarrassed, Hyacinth."
Hyacinth couldn't help but smile, his siblings always made him happy no matter what they were doing. "Why thank you, I've been practicing, you know."
"Hard for you? Really? We're all immortal powerful beings, you're not the only one it's hard for," she snapped.
Apollo took a step back. "You know very well what I mean. The kind of relationships I have with mortal men are not yet part of this world, and this generation don't know how to react to it, and therefore don't. I've looked further, you know," he told his sister as she pursed her lips. "I've looked into the future and it only gets worse. So please, please, while it's possible, let me love this man."
"Oh, really? Might I ask what else you have been practicing that made you flush so much when we came?" One asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hyacinth's face flushed a bit, licking his lips before opening his mouth to speak. "I…I was exercising." He answered, trying to seem confident. Everyone might think he was crazy if he said he had seen Apollo.
Artemis studied her brother, anger still evident on her face. “I won’t protect you when this goes wrong. As of now I know nothing of this affair. It is on you and you alone. Deal?”
The god’s shoulders sagged with relief, and he nodded. “You have my word.” The goddess turned around and walked off, leaving her twin alone in Hestia’s domain.
(Heyyyy, so I know I haven't been on notebook for a long time, and I was wondering if you still wanted to keep this going? I just read through the rp and their relationship is so cute and I love it)
(If you're up for it, I'd love to)
(I would absolutely love to!)
"Oh, really? I'll let you go back to exercising then," Argalus said sarcastically, looking shocked before dragging Daphne with him.
Hyacinth sighed in relief when they left, going back to questioning his life.
Apollo stood alone in the room, all of his charm having disappeared– he was deeply rattled, made nervous by his sister about the admittedly dangerous affair he was leading. And yet the Prince, Hyacinth, was too precious a find. He'd have to fight, and so be it.
Hyacinth stared furiously at the floor as if it was it's fault as he mulled over things. Was that a one time thing or something more…?
Question was, how to approach the Prince? He'd clearly been scared senseless when Apollo showed up the way he did, and obviously the god wanted Hyacinth comfortable around him.
It was probably a one time thing, right? No one would be interested in someone like me–especially a god. He thought, switching between staring at the floor and the roof.
Maybe, some time away was best? For Hyacinth to wrap his mind around things?
"Who am I kidding," the god mumbled to himself. "I don't have that self-control." He shut his eyes and popped into existence just outside the palace gates, dressed much more normally now in cloth pants, a white tunic and sandals. The one thing he couldn't hide, however, was his unruly mop of blond hair, shining golden in the sunlight.
Yeah, that was probably just a mistake, don't get feelings for him just yet. Hyacinth reassured himself and stood up, stretching his arms as he decided to walk around the castle.
With the gates wide open and unguarded, Apollo sauntered in and swept the courtyard with his blue eyes, scanning the near horizon for his Prince.
Hyacinth hummed a tune as he wandered into the courtyard, sighing at it's beauty. He would never get over how beautiful the courtyard was no matter how many times he has been here.
And there he was, waltzing into the sunlight with a melody on his lips— absolutely dazzling. Apollo approached silently, his footsteps light on the stone underfoot.
Hyacinth couldn't help but smile a bit at it's beauty and stillness, much different to everything else in his life. Much of his life was about being the best in everything he could be, considering he was a prince and he was a role model for everyone.
Finally Apollo fell into step with the Prince, standing beside him only a few steps away. He didn't look over at Hyacinth, simply let his eyes wander the bright courtyard.
Hyacinth saw something in the corner of his eyes and looked up, his eyes widening a bit when he saw him. The man looked like Apollo yet he wasn't sure. "Apollo?"
(Hey… still up for this?)
Apollo pursed his lips lightly, eyes glinting. "Good guess, but I am merely a humble servant of the court," he said melodically.
"I know all the servants and I haven't seen you around here…" Hyacinth muttered, examining the man's features.
(Lmaoo same)
"Maybe…" the man started, drawing out the word, "you should lean in closer to find out."
"Why?" Hyacinth asked almost immediately, confusion appearing on his face as he kept examining him.
"Lean in closer and find out," Apollo repeated in a whisper, amused at how easily Hyacinth could be tricked.
Hyacinth leaned in just a bit, out of curiosity, his arms behind his back as he looked at him. "Now what?"
Apollo grinned and kissed Hyacinth quickly and lightly. "Always trust your gut: first answer is always correct."
