𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎. ⋆✴︎

⠀ loyalty between them that not even Apollo will ever be able to fathom. In truth, Apollo feels much calmer knowing that she chooses her companions rather than solitude. They are different there. Apollo is all regulations and accordance —it leaves little room for vagueness.— ⠀

⠀ Immortality will never lead him towards a path that does not align with his twin sister. Olympus could crumble and he’d still walk with her. ” Mm. Perhaps it is the way she raised us, too. Her hardships became our lessons. Her sacrifices the seeds of our values. “ — ⠀

⠀ Pulling him in until their mouths meet, Apollo tastes them on his tongue. Sweet like honey. “ I hope you never tire of allowing me to see myself through your eyes. “ One last press of affectionate warmth to the corner of the Prince’s mouth before Apollo withdraws in — ⠀

⠀ He will believe it was me who sang for them that night, too. ⠀

⠀ Not only had he promised not to let harm come to him, but he was raised like any Spartan youth. Capable to protect themselves, skilled in the art of arms. As beautiful and gentle as Hyacinthus is, Apollo is not oblivious to the skill he holds and hones. ⠀

⠀ and tumble against the deity’s chest. Warm, like the buildup of heat from above. “ Careful, sweet thing, “ he purrs into Hyacinthus’ ear, his voice dropped to a velvety rumble, “ else you’ll drift off in a world of make-believe. — ⠀

⠀ He does know her better. After all, Artemis is the silver in his cracks; he holds together all his fragments like a perfect piece of kintsugi. “ Before godhood, “ he repeats, “ before existence—there were already prophecies of you and me. — ⠀

⠀ in the knowledge that anyone who hurt you, man or woman, would ultimately fall to my silver bow, I find much greater peace in the knowledge that you claim your independence. Your freedom. “ Apollo presses a kiss to the top of her head, a gesture of gratitude for the — ⠀