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July 24 - August 3, 2025
Apollo’s hand remained outstretched, and mine trembled when I finally placed it in his. He kissed my fingertips like a courter. “What new Olympian flower is this?” he asked. Words failed me, except a soft, foolishly uttered, “My god… you are beautiful.”
OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM ALREADY
It only ever rained on Olympus if a god was in mourning. I had caused a downpour or two myself.
Aww.. sweet Apollo 🥺
My frigid heart could scarcely remember what it was like to be set aflame without eventually having its embers smothered.
🥲
If my heart thawed only to freeze once more, it would crack and shatter, never to feel warmth again.
But I have never felt the soul-shattering love worthy of an epic poem. I know I have not because I have questioned it, and if one has to question it, one has not loved.”
“I can assure you that you do know when you love, because with that enlightenment, that completeness, also comes the greatest fear you have ever known, because you realize that to lose it would unmake you.”
Apollo might be slight, but he was a marble pillar as strong as the dawn was certain.
But what I can promise you is that I desire nothing more than the chance to be part of what makes him shine so luminously. To be worthy of his love, not as a worshiper receiving a god’s blessing, but as a man loves another man.”
Again, I thought, he was more the beauty than the scenery.
Apollo is in love already
More, I assumed, that he recognized the perils present should I lose a beloved again. Surely, I would scorch all the world and everyone on Olympus to ashes until I too was slain.
He flinched as I reached for his cheek but did not attempt to flee or pull away. Even the gods cannot heal all.
“I wish only for you to find a love that is returned to you, Zephyrus, not with the force and brutality of a discus, but with the tenderness of your own once gentle breeze.”
“Apollo, I do not think what you did was cruel. I think it very… human to feel rage with loss. To want retribution when wronged.”
“Shall we return then?” he said, steady, breathless though he was. He tilted my chin up, and his cheeks were flushed and lips kiss-bitten, but his eyes held only bliss.
“To Olympus,” he affirmed, “to part ways until you seek me again tomorrow?” Oh, how I loved him already.
I kissed Dax with the same tenderness he had shown me. My heart said thank you, while my lips simply answered, “Yes.”
“You are as worthy of worship as any god.”
Never in my life up to this point could I have imagined that a god, my god, the one I had longed for in frivolous fantasies, would look at me as if I was the one guiding part of the cosmos across the sky.
What a lovely pairing these two were 🥰♥️
