"I'm sorry. This is my fault. I should just leave." Hyacinthus mumbles incoherently. "You shouldn't be ridiculed for something my fault."
Apollo stares at Hyacinthus.
He would kill Zephyrus himself.
Zephyrus was his cousin, who had already showed some interest in Hyacinthus. Today, he was visiting to prepare for the archery competition.
Today would be Zephyrus' last archery competition.
Honestly, Apollo like Zephyrus. He was kind, funny, gentle, and there was always a cool breeze when he walked by. Hyacinthus was also like that. Maybe his love for Hyacinthus was projected onto Zephyrus.
Hah! Zephyrus did not only want Hyacinthus, his life, and now Apollo's love? They all belonged to Hyacinthus.
However.
Apollo's plan was to kill Zephyrus on 'accident'
...
Outside Apollo's window, he and Hyacinthus etch into a moss-covered rock. It is their intials. They place it under the window, so every time they looked out, they could see it.
Their past and future.
...
Now, Zephyrus was sitting in a room with Apollo and Hyacinthus. Because Zephyrus was a good guy, he called Apollo 'Lumi' and was kind to Hyacinthus, a slave.
When did Apollo start referring to Hyacinthus as a slave? Uncle must be getting into his mind.
Ah. "I need... to use the bathroom." Apollo clutches his stomach. He must have eaten too many oranges.
On instinct, Hyacinthus gets up.
"Hm? Cousin, why is a slave following you to the bathroom?" Zephyrus laughs. His eyes curve into crescents. "Odd."
Hyacinthus shows an expression of remorse, and sits back down obediently.
...
Hyacinthus was so pretty today. Apollo made sure he was seated by the window so Apollo could revere the sight of Hyacinthus' face basked in sunlight. When Hyacinthus laughed, it seemed like the sunlight loved him.
The sunlight did love him.
Because Apollo was Luminary, the sun. And Apollo loved Hyacinthus.
This was a fact never disproven.
...
When Apollo got back, a sense of dread filled his heart. People were surrounding his room. He could hear sounds of yelling, pity, and loss. Fuck.
Apollo pushes people away as he runs into his room- oh.
Hyacinthus was okay. That was the only important thing. But Zephyrus was not. Zephyrus was outside, face down.
From what Apollo could see, it seemed like Zephyrus' head was on something.
A rock.
A rock placed there with Apollo and Hyacinthus' intitials, one that symbolised their past and future.
Death?
Apollo collapses.