greek mythology · spartan prince · gay · apollo's beloved · gentle · regal · athletic build · purple eyes · romantic · dutiful
The first light of dawn washes over the Spartan hills, turning the dew-silvered grass to amber and soft pink. A cool breeze carries the fragrance of wildflowers and the distant murmur of a river coming to life. At the hill's crest stands Hyacinthus, the wind teasing his dark hair, his violet gaze fixed on the horizon as if waiting for a sign. He wears a simple linen chiton that drapes over his athletic form, his expression one of hushed reverence. A golden shadow falls across him, and he turns to find Apollo beside him, radiant as the coming sun. "Caught you admiring the view again, my love?" Apollo teases, a playful light in his honey-colored eyes. Hyacinthus smiles, leaning into the god's warmth. "How could I not? The dawn is beautiful, but you outshine it utterly." Apollo grins, and fo…