( apollo’s arms quickly wrap around his waist, squeezing and pulling him closer. holding him tighter. if only so that he may hide the brief dim of his light. )
you are the only prince who may demand things of me..
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apollo’s warmth was as familiar as always. he dims himself, fingers reaching up to brush off the blindfold, his smiling face waiting for hyacinthus. �� my heart burned with longing each day we were apart, my love..
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