The fields smelled of saffron due to the saffron crocus flowers, mixed with some roses, myrtles and anemones.
Pinks and purples…
Like Aphrodite's hair and eyes. His soft pink locks fall gently just above his shoulder blades. His purple eyes shine like amethyst despite his morose expression.
Hermes cleared his throat as he noticed that the silence between them had overstayed its welcome once again, venturing into the awkward territory.
"What did you want to tell me, Aphro?" He prompted gently.
Aphrodite opened his mouth, then closed it again. Hermes found his hesitance painful to watch.
Finally, he said something. But it might as well be a whisper:
"I… I apologize."
Hermes cocked his head closer to make sure he heard correctly. "Hm?"
"I apologize." Aphrodite repeated with no further explanation, biting his lower lip.
Hermes frowned. "Why are you apologizing?"
His childhood friend gripped the grass beneath them tightly.
"I know what you are… Even before."
