he looks pretty that way , not that hyacinthus is going to mention it , instead sitting cross—legged on the bank near him. “ why are you not okay ? “ the usual question of if he’s okay seemed useless to ask , hence the appearance of this different but similar question.

you are a busy god but i am also a prince who demands to be shown love. ( and to show it too , for he steps closer , arms wrapped loosely around apollo’s neck. ) i cherish my memory of you but not as much as i cherish the moments we may make more and you are here.

i have so much love for people that they know absolutely nothing about.

i love my dad !

my husband is here !

hi ! 🥰

( scrunching up his face , then smiling brightly. ) i’ve missed you too ! have you been well ? ( looking up with big doe eyes , hands gently grasping the god’s arms. )

when i love， i love: wholly， thoroughly， completely， drowning in everything. every glance can be a conversation， eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. i want you. i want all of you.

your love for me has killed you just as mine for you has killed me.

stay with me forever, okay?