deceiver

maybe tomorrow i'll learn

[hyacinthpartan]

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written by r (she/her, gmt)

[hyacinthpartan]

ohartemis​:

Anger isn’t an emotion that suits her well. In fact, Artemis thinks that no emotion suits her well: no genuine ones, at least. She’ll make despair and rage look deeply sincere on the silver screen, but in real life? It all feels too big for her body, as if they’re clothes that belong to someone else. But this anger, that on behalf of her twin? That might be something that comes completely natural to her.

“There’s absolutely fucking nothing to be glad about here, Hyacinth.” Grief didn’t dissipate over the span of two years, that much Artemis knew. Not in Apollo’s case, at least. In hers? Well, she’d cut it off like a sickly limb, but this wasn’t about her. This wasn’t really about Hyacinth’s feelings on the matter either, if you asked her.

She looks at him, silent in an uncharacteristic way. “Look, like. What they did? It’s fucked up. I get that. I get that you might be really messed up over it, that you’re real pissed at them.” A finger is pressed against the table, as if she’s punctuating her sentence. The sinew’s are tense, her eyes concentrated on him. “Sort that out. But I don’t know if I can be there for you through that. Rest assured I want to ruin your parents’ lives, but my priority is Apollo. It’s not telling you that I’m sorry and that I’ll hold your hand through all this, as I maybe should as your friend. I can’t do that.” 

Her finger beats the table again. “So, what’s the plan, when it comes to him? Because I won’t see him fall apart over you again.”

-

Crossing his legs, Hyacinth gave Artemis a small smile. “Get in line, I don’t think I’ll be able to speak to them again after this.”

Hyacinth sighed. “I didn’t ask you to be there for me.” It would’ve been nice, he wouldn’t lie but the situation with his parents is his own, he was just glad that Apollo had people by his side. “He’s your brother.” Hyacinth can deal with this mess, maybe. He hoped. Even if he had to do it alone, as if he’s being punished for the sins of the parents. 

Hyacinth didn’t have a plan when it came to Apollo, he barely had the time to let the information of the past month sink in before he was forced to the public again. Hyacinth had a general plan, fix the mess his parents made and get back to work, he just needed to figure out where to start. Artemis was waiting for an answer and he had to give her something, the truth, with the hopes maybe this time history won’t repeat itself. 

“My relationship with Apollo isn’t a game, my plan has always been to be with him, even before all of this happened and that hasn’t changed. I don’t know and can’t imagine what he has been through in the last three years, what you’ve all seen him go through.” It’ll be different this time, for sure. “I still love him, Temi and I know he still feels the same about me.” He shrugged, maybe it was the confidence of their reunion or their eight year together. “I don’t plan on hurting him, if I have anything to say about it.”

[hyacinthpartan]

apvlllo​:

Apollo can believe it’s been three years. Every day have been some degree of emptiness to complete agony. Every day, over a thousand of them, in fact, he had to remember that he hadn’t had his partner with him for it. He had spent those three years, those thousand days, feeling the pain of being without Hyacinth. The other was lucky, he just got to take a really long nap.

But he doesn’t want to let his own agony tamper the moment they are having. It’s tender, and it’s sweet, and he wants to revel in that more. The feeling of their lips together, the urgency of their touch. Apollo had a flash of worry that his urgency might overcome him but every kiss Hyacinth pressed to his lips he met with tenderness. He told himself there was no rush. Hyacinth was back. They had time again. There would be time for that. Right now, he breathed in his lover and felt every kiss as if it were a wholly new idea.

“Or you’re a very good decoy. In which case,” A hand runs down to press into the other’s collar. “I think I will happily go along with this.” He leans up again to kiss the edge of his lips, humming softly. “Living without you was torture.”

-

“Even with a decoy?” Hyacinth smiled softly. “I’m not a decoy, I promise. It’s me, flesh, blood and all.” He got quiet, maybe a little sad at Apollo’s confession. “I shouldn’t be surprised that they did this and yet I can’t believe that they did.” He brushed his thumb back and forth on Apollo’s cheek, once again not knowing how to apologize for his parents’ actions. 

He tried to put himself in Apollo’s shoes, trying to live all these years without him. His heart hurt. And yet somewhere in the back of his mind, a little voice said: at least he didn’t have to deal with your lies and secrets and theft. Hyacinth ignored it. For now. “I wish I could fix what they did to me, to you, to us.” Wasn’t it enough that their son was happy? Apparently not to them. 

“I’m here now.” And Hyacinth didn’t know what the future held, he just hoped that Apollo would still be a part of that, “Where do we go from here?” He didn’t know what kind of answer he wanted, but he just hoped that none of them would resolved in their separation, he didn’t think he would be able to survive without at least Apollo by his side after coming back. 

[hyacinthpartan]

herarhearp​:

Who: Hyacinth ( @hyacinthpartan​ )

When: Red Dawn’s ruin

Where: Hall to the guest rooms

After examining Thersander’s body - that wasn’t even his name, was it? - Hera is still trying to wrap her head around the fact that this is really happened. There are two dead Pontius employees. Her friend, Ariadne, is dead. Ari, who wanted to do so much, to create revolution, to leave a mark in this world that would outlive all of them. To build something so bold that it would make people wonder if it had always been there. Ari, who was young enough to be her child. Her children. She needs to get to them. She needs to find all six of them and hold them close and never let go. 

She barely knows where she’s going, who she should find first, but Athena’s texts are still burning in her mind. Hermes. She will go to Hermes. Is he still in Athena’s room? Maybe she can find both of them. The familiar halls of Pontius suddenly feel like a labyrinth, and there’s a distant voice in her head saying that maybe she’s in shock. She has no time for shock. She needs to take care of her children. She picks up her pace and runs into a ghost. “Hyacinth. So, it’s true.” 

The very sight of him feels like a hallucination. It takes a lot of self control not to walk to him and touch his arm, hold his face in her hands, hug him tight to make sure that image is real. “You are a living miracle, you know that? His personal angel, rising from ashes.” There is no need to name him. She could only be referring to Apollo, her brilliant Apollo, the bright light that almost went out when they believed Hyacinth was gone for good.

-

Apollo, he needed to find Apollo. Sending him a quick text, Hyacinth mentally shook his head, he was walking alongside other people when Athena came for them, only to see a dead body and Hermes being inconsolable, was he close to the person that laid there? Instead of staying in the room, he decided to go seek the person that he should’ve been next to from the start.

A murder on Pontius, clearly the boat wasn’t as safe as it meant to be. Maybe they too had the flair for the dramatic.

Between all the commotion it was hard to form any kind of thought other than making sure that the important people were still alright. Seeing Hera, however, was like a punch to the gut. It took Hyacinth a second to gather himself. “I’ll take the compliment, I would’ve rather the miracle wouldn’t have been as a result of my parents though.” He wanted to hug Hera, sometimes he wishes that his parents were a little bit like her. “Hello, Hera. It’s to see you again.” He meant it deeply. 

[hyacinthpartan]

apvlllo​:

There’s a threat that creeps up the back of his throat. That scratches at the back of his skull when Hyacinth says that he’s not going anywhere. I wont survive if you go again. He’s confident. Apollo can’t live through more grief like this. To feel the joy and the relief of his lover being back, only to have it ripped from him. He wants to make Hyacinth promise. Promise something that he knows he has no control over. He has to shove the thought away, and to focus on looking in his lover’s eyes and wonder how he could possibly forget the flecks of gold in his irises or the sharp cut of his jaw. Another tear fell thinking of how Hyacinth’s face in his mind was growing blurry.

He can’t give Hyacinth the threat. He can’t give the other the burden of the fact that Apollo can’t take this is this is going to be what their lives are. He doesn’t know why it would be, but after such a ridiculous turn of events, there’s a fear in the pit of his stomach that history will be repeated. 

He silences his own fears by closing the distance between them. Bringing Hyacinths’ face down to his own to capture his familiar lips in his own. The feeling he hadn’t had in three years. The electricity he only remembered fragments of. He knew it would clear his mind and it did. His brain became empty and all he was left with was the warmth he got from Hyacinth.

-

Lips parted, Hyacinth let his forehead lean against Apollo’s, eyes still closed. Together for eight years and he still managed to feel this way, the warmth and calmness that came with being with Apollo, in whichever way. Like there wasn’t anything wrong in the outside world, it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered. 

“I still can’t believe it’s been three years.” Hyacinth mumbled mostly to himself, he still doesn’t know much things truly changed over the years but this, them? Together? This feeling hasn’t changed. Did they need to talk about their relationship? Probably, that would be smart and logical thing to do, the adult thing some might say but there were better and more important things that had to come first.

Hyacinth pressed his lips to Apollo’s again and again, like the world is frozen in time around them. Maybe Hyacinth is selfish, even after waking up three years later there are still secrets, he can repeat to himself how this time would be different, that he doesn’t need it anymore, that this time he won’t repeat the same mistakes, that maybe he’ll be honest with what truly happened. Deep inside, however, in the pit of his stomach, Hyacinth knows none of it is true. 

Breaking the kiss once more, Hyacinth lets himself look at Apollo, brushing away a few tears that were beginning to dry already. “If you don’t believe that it’s me now,” He smiled.

[hyacinthpartan]

apvlllo​:

He never allowed himself to think of an instance like this. Well, he had for a moment after the death, imagined what it would be to have them rejoined, but Apollo knew that would never happen. He just lived in their memories. Let them prosper where he knew they could— in the past. But there was no hope in a future with Hyacinth dead.

Clearly, that is no longer the case. Not when he’s right here and Apollo is clasping tightly onto him. So much time gone, he feels different from the man Hyacinth left behind but he knows that Hyacinth likely isn’t the same either. Sure, he was asleep, but an accident is a terrible circumstance to happen upon, and would fill a man with dread.

It felt like a dream. One the Fates would give him to quell his grief and allow him some time with the one he missed the most. Frantic and sobbing, he didn’t want this to end. It was overwhelming. He wished he was better for this. He wished he could be more composed.

He managed to pull himself back, but only a fraction of space between them when his hands reached up to touch the familiar skin. Or was it foreign now? He hadn’t touched this face in years. But he had to know. Fingers pressed to jaw and cheek and over eyebrows, he felt his Hyacinth and needed to make sure he was the same. “I still don’t understand.” None of it made sense. But Apollo wasn’t sure if he could even handle it if it was explained to him. “Perhaps we can come back to that later.” He sniffed, with tears still streaming as his fingers brushed over Hyacinth’s lips.

-

For Hyacinth the past three years passed by like a dreamless sleep, one minute he was laying on ground, in pain and in the next he was in a hospital bed. Apollo says he doesn’t understand maybe that’s why they were so good together, because Hyacinth can barely understand himself.

He still has so many questions, ones that don’t fit the current situation. Dining House weighed heavy on his mind. He hasn’t seen the film, couldn’t find it in himself to do so, but this is for later, not now. Not when he has Apollo in front of him and tears were running down on both of their cheeks. 

“I don’t think I fully understand either.” With his thumb he brushed away a tear from Apollo’s cheek, the man had an aura to him that was brighter than the sun itself, seeing him crying was hurting Hyacinth too. He hated crying, he would only do it in front of the camera or when the situation was dramatic enough to call for it.

This was a prime example, wasn’t it? Clearing his throat, Hyacinth leaned into the touch. “Okay, I’m not going anywhere.” At least not now, right now it was just the two of them in a privacy of a room in Pontius of all places. Later, after their reunion, after the buzz of being back, Hyacinth will remember how he ended up in this situation in the first place and the demons will come back. But for now, though, he has Apollo in his arms and that’s all that mattered. 

[hyacinthpartan]

apvlllo​:

He had been doing so well keeping himself together, all until he took a deep breath and was reminded of the smell of him. Apollo had realized he had forgotten what Hyacinth smelled like. He recognized it as the same— the feeling it gave being so familiar to him, but he hadn’t actually known what it was. His heart broke that he forgot so much.

So it’s when he let himself fall apart, held tightly in his lovers arms as his body shook and his sobs began to flow out. He gripped tightly onto the clothes of Hyacinth as if he were now going to slip through his fingertips.

It was real. It was all tangible and Hyacinth was alive and it was real. There was no way he was going to let all of this go now. He refused.

He put in his dues. He fought and he climbed and he defied everything in the wake of his grief and perhaps the Fates took pity on him. Or were impressed by his valiance in the face of such tragedy. He was gifted back to him. Apollo would not let go.

He tried to keep his sobs quiet but he was already making the other’s shoulders wet and at this point, his body had taken over and he couldn’t even stop if he wanted. His body was broken, but the relief and joy was coming out much more violently than he wished. He should be more graceful with this. Much more dashing. But he had a thing for big reactions.

And what a cruel thing for his parents to do this to him, but Apollo can’t think of that. All he can do is manage out, “But you’re here,” Between his cries, gripping on tighter.

-

Hyacinth let out a shaky breath and raised his hand so it would gently cradle the back of Apollo’s neck. The shaking, his shirt was feeling a bit damp, the thought of his lover crying against him broke his heart and fought against his own emotions. “Fates, I’m sorry.” Hyacinth had to say it, despite knowing there was nothing he could say to make it right. 

“I’m here, I am.” Hyacinth was real, the situation didn’t feel so real, like he was going to wake up tomorrow and bad in their shared home in Olympe. But it wasn’t going to be the case, is it? He’s awake for this nightmare and a mountain of mistakes needed to be corrected and fixed, but that was for later. 

Right now, he had Apollo in his arms for the first time in three years and was afraid if he let go, they couldn’t go back. He let his head rest on top of Apollo gently. “I’m here.” He whispered, finally a tear was running down his cheek. He can’t imagine what Apollo has been through all this time, alone, all Hyacinth could hope for is that his family someone was by his side.

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke into Apollo’s hair. Not only for this, for everything else that Apollo doesn’t even know about, the things that Hyacinth has done but swears to never do again, despite his mind already going there. “I’m here.”

[hyacinthpartan]

apvlllo​:

The body doesn’t know what to do with itself when it’s gone through one grief, only to have that one grief taken back. This is a gift, surely it must be a gift by the Fates and he’s been given another chance at the kind of love that shatters.

But Apollo’s stomach churns and he remembers the crying. He remembers the numbness. And he remembers how things started to feel normal without him. How he picked up his flowers every week to refresh the vase and kept their awards sparkling. He kept Hyacinth alive in his heart by eating their favorite things, watching their favorite movies. He kept him alive by sharing photos across media. No one would forget Hyacinth. 

And yes, Apollo doesn’t think he’s been okay since the death. His chest has felt empty of something great and he’s been trying to chase the love the lost in other ways. He hadn’t known how to be Apollo without his Hyacinth. But he was trying. He was really trying.

But now here he is. And it makes him feel a little sick. His life changed so much. He went through all of it. Now it feels like he’s going through it all once again.

Hyacinth talks and Apollo’s not really listening. He’s letting himself be guided into the room and he’s still standing still, looking over his late partner. The partner that isn’t late at all, it seems.

He swallows hard, but steps forward to brush his fingers against Hyacinth’s arm. He’s physically there. He’s here and he’s real and Apollo feels his stomach burn but as if a switch flips, he pulls the man forward, arms tightly wrapping around Hyacinth’s figure, and tucks himself in his nape. “I missed you.” He breaths.

In the pull, Hyacinth nearly gasped but instead his body froze for a moment, because he wasn’t really sure if he’ll be welcomed in Apollo’s arms again. It shouldn’t have been a surprise in the first place but he was nervous.

“I missed you too.” It has been a long, long month in the hospital, trying to come with the realization of everything that has happened so far, of his parents trying so desperately to defend their actions. Maybe that’s the only good thing Ganydeme did in discovering everything sooner, his parents had no other choice but to admit defeat after the failure of their awful plan, Hyacinth had plans to destroy it himself once he was better, but of course the parasite had done it before him. 

None of that matter now anyway, not when he had Apollo in his arms. Hyacinth sighed and wrapped his arms around him, pulling Apollo closer, whatever or not it was possible didn’t matter. Closing his eyes, Hyacinth just let themselves be for a moment, in each other’s arms with no camera or press around them, like everyday when they were in the privacy of their home, he wondered if Apollo still lived there and how terrible it must have been to be there alone.

How can he apologize? What would make this nightmare become suddenly better? There are no words that will make it so that they’ll forgive what his parents did and Hyacinth himself wasn’t sure if he even wanted to forgive them. “All this time, they let you think I was dead.” The realization once again came to his mind and he gasped. 

[hyacinthpartan]

ohartemis​:

There’s venom that she swallows, which ends up in the pit of her already acidic stomach. One day, it might burn holes. One day, she might release it all and poison the world. But for now, there is distance between herself and Hyacinth again and she rolls back her shoulders, flashes a smile that’s more teeth than lips. Is there misdirection to be found here? Certainly. But Artemis doesn’t forget so easily, the grief her twin had shouldered, the way she’d rubbed his back after he’d been called by the very person in front of her.

She does not talk as she leads, heels clicking, jaws snapped tightly together. A reunion of friends, colleagues, former potential future family members even — how darling. Artemis sits across from Hyacinth and he asks her a question that makes her genuinely scoff. Eyebrows raise. “What, when you supposedly died or when you came back to life?” They raise a little higher. “Are you sure you want a genuine answer to that?”

Grief is not the end of love, certainly, and Artemis thinks she might still love Hyacinth even now — but she loves Apollo more. Most, even. There’s a wariness, a hesitation, a suspicion. An unwillingness to see her brother in that state once more, a sheer refusal of such pain in her world again. Selflessness is rare for Artemis Rhea, but this might be her twisted version: putting her own feelings about Hyacinth’s return on hold. “It ruined him, for a while. But he clawed his way back up.” She lifts a little, snatches his drink and takes a long, greedy sip. “And now you’re here again. So.” Head cocks. She slides the drink back. “How about that.”

-

Yes, yes he did. The news could be fabricated, lies twisted something that could be passed as the truth but if anyone would really know what went on when Hyacinth was gone it would be Artemis, with how close Apollo and her are, with his close Hyacinth and her used to be, he trusted her to tell him the truth, even if it was hard to hear. “More than you can imagine.” 

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Apollo didn’t do well in his absence, but Hyacinth still manage to avert his eyes as Artemis said those words, how could he ever apologize for actions and decisions that weren’t his own? How much hurt did his parents’ hatred cause? “I should be glad but I’m angry.” While he was glad that Apollo managed to find a way to move on, it was infuriating that he had to go through it in the first place, that they all had to. 

He released the drink when Artemis snatched it. “Here I am again.” Hyacinth echoed softly and got quiet, looking at the drink that was now in front of him, he never in a million years thought he would need to choose his next words to Artemis carefully, a person he still sees as almost family. “I’ve never hated them more for this.” It was genuine, truly. It was no state secret how Amyclas and Clio Partan felt about the Rheas, but it never stopped Hyacinth from ignoring it, living his own life and gaining friendships and the best relationship he has ever had, all for them to maybe ruin it all in one single decision.

“If it were up to me, you would’ve known. Coma or not, you would’ve known.”

[hyacinthpartan]

apvlllo​:

He hasn’t slept in days. 

Apollo has been strung out since the phone call took place. Something so bizarre and unreal that he had to be with someone. He spent so much time on Artemis’ couch, crying, having moments of extreme panic, reeling for hours on the validity of such a call. It couldn’t be, could it? It was just a call.

Then time went on. He was waiting for this moment to happen when things would come out. It had only been a few days but as each hour passed, he grew more and more convinced that it wasn’t true. It can’t be. He’s dead. Apollo is just becoming comfortable with the fact that he has an empty bed and that he’s not going to have his great lover anymore. These things just didn’t happen.

Then the news broke and it was panic all over again. It was staring at his small screen wondering how it could be. Hyacinth told him on the phone but it still didn’t seem real. This was like a genuine soap opera, and not in the fun way.

He shared his location with Hyacinth, and while there was still a shred of skepticism, he chose to believe the media, because why would they lie about something some hopeful?

The knock came and Apollo’s legs were already trembling. Was he goingt o look the same? Different? Was it going to be someone on the other end who would hold him hostage for all of his money? If they were, they made his scam very convincing, and very cruel.

The door swings open and his breath leaves his body, mouth open in shock as he looks over his not-so-dead lover, and his taller frame. Any word he could think left his brain and all he thought was the moment after Hyacinth’s funeral, when all he wanted was to be held by him again. He had to remind himself, this would never happen. 

And yet, here he is. And Apollo wants to launch forward, wrap himself into Hyacinth, but he refrains. He grasps onto the door tightly, holding himself vertical.

-

They stared at each other for what felt like ages, it seemed. Hyacinth stood there outside until something in the back of his mind told him that they can’t be outside like this, where someone could walk and try to listen to them. Hyacinth stepped inside the room, closer to Apollo in order to close the door behind them gently, touching Apollo’s hand so they won’t get caught by the closing door.

There was a few more moments, of looking over his lover, trying to see if there were any visible changes in the last three years. “You look tired, have you slept at all?” His hand hesitated to touch Apollo’s face, not knowing if he was welcomed to it. Once again anger, seeing his lover tired over the acts of his own parents made him want to scream to Chaos themselves. But it would be ironic, wouldn’t it?

Apollo didn’t know how bad it got up to that dreadful night in Tartarus, how his gambling got so out of control he was seeking it more and more. How not spending money over it was becoming a problem, everything in his life was breaking apart a piece by piece without nobody knowing and nobody could ever know either. 

Strong, Apollo has said about Hyacinth but right now he felt nothing but. Hyacinth was always good at pretending, though, maybe that’s what made him such a good actor after all. Pretending he wasn’t drowning, not now and not three years ago.

“Fates, say something.” 

[hyacinthpartan]

who: @apvlllo​  where: private room in kalavria when: second week of summit

There was a buzzing ever since the reveal and while normally, Hyacinth would thrive on the attention, this one however felt wrong and out of place. After waking up to knowing he was in a coma for three years, Hyacinth had a tone of questions, some that despite getting the answers to, he still couldn’t believe were true, like the fact that he was in a coma for the last three years of his life and his parents hid the fact that he was alive all along. Hyacinth knew they never liked the Rhea but he could’ve never imagined that, never that. 

Hyacinth refused to believe that his eight year relationship with Apollo was ruined because of his parents, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Apollo moved on somehow, he always thought him a brilliant and charismatic man. They have so much to talk about, to catch up on and Hyacinth didn’t really know where to start. 

With sunglasses on, he walked towards the room Apollo told him he was in. This wasn’t a conversation or a reunion the public needed to see, they needed to have their conversation alone. As Hyacinth reached the room he pulled his sunglasses up to rest on top of his head and knocked on the door after few moments of deep breaths, unknown if he’s nervous because he hasn’t seen Apollo in so long or the anticipation of seeing him again. 

The door opened after what felt like forever. “Hey, Appy.” 

[hyacinthpartan]

aitetenax​:

with: @hyacinthpartan​ when: february, 2130 (week two) where: pontius (kalavria)

The only part of Hyacinth’s reveal that bugged Aite had been that she’d not been the one to do it. It would’ve been tasteful, had it been her. She had only moments to pout over such a thing before she was sweeping the floor with conversation, all of which Hyacinth being the subject. As she knew, it was a wretched thing, being pushed beneath the spotlight, especially when not on your own terms. But maybe she was wrong. She wouldn’t know until she spoke to him.

She watches from afar at first, wondering when it would be that Hyacinth would take the time to approach her. They’d gotten on in passing mostly, always sharing a word about others, secrets whispered between them as a means of entertainment. 

It’d been three years, and all of that had been swallowed. So when she notices how obviously annoyed he is with his current conversation, she wastes no time in swooping in. “Be a darling. Hold this.” She thrusts her drink into the hand of a man who’s much taller than herself, and then turns to Hyacinth with a grin. “We must catch up.” Without another word, she takes him by the elbow and guides him away. 

“I’m a bit heartbroken, being the tail end of your tour for revival.” 

Hyacinth’s smile was as fake as it was charming to the outside world, nodding along to whatever the man in front of him was saying and dodging questions he has no right asking in the first place. This wasn’t how he wanted to do this, he wanted to announce the world on his own terms, after all the important people knew and yet the Ganymede gave him no other choice in the matter, which meant the Hyacinth has a bigger mess to clean up. 

Aite came closer and scooping him up like an angel, really, he was one seconds away from just walking away from the conversation, whatever or not it will be rude he didn’t care. “Please.” He let himself be dragged away, not looking at the man that was left behind them. “Thank you.” He whispered to Aite.

Hyacinth shook his head and chuckled. “Aite, trust me, if it were my choice you would’ve been the one to break the story.” It’s true. After waking up and despite his parents trying to convince him to keep laying low, he ignored them in the favor of a simple plan - let Apollo and the rest of the Rheas know, maybe a few more close friends and then let Aite make the official announcements. It should’ve been as simple and as an easy as that. Hyacinth hopes to Chaos Ganymede will have their favorite clothes ruined. 

“As much as I love talking about me, what did I miss in the last three years?” 

[hyacinthpartan]

ohartemis​:

There is an impulse to isolate, to spend the remainder of this Summit where really, she has little to offer but some discord and prettiness, on a private beach with only people she properly enjoys being around. And when Hyacinth Partan approaches her as she sits at a bar, oiled legs glistening, not a hair on her head out of place, the impulse grows. Because, look — it is not like she is unhappy he is alive. She’s glad, really, but it’s the kind of truth that’s hard to wrap your head around, especially when there already quite a few other life-altering things taking up room in ones head.

There are eyes here, though. So she smiles wide and she hops of her stool and she embraces Hyacinth after exclaiming that she missed him, “Lots, of course.” Close, now, she inhales to see if he smells the same and then adds, “This, really, this is where you want to do this? What the fuck?” It’s hissed in his ear, serpentine and not sweet at all, not dripping in her usual saccharine sugariness, even if she keeps her face mostly . “What, you like messing with my head, or something?”

The embrace lingers, because there is, she supposes, comfort to be found in this strange reunion. But discomfort crawls and she pulls back, pulls her walls up and reaches for her martini. Downs it, places it on the bar with something of a slam. Then, Artemis reaches out and takes his hand, starting to move away from onlookers. Get your pictures and look away, she thinks. “Let’s get out of here.” 

-

The hug wasn’t a surprise, but Hyacinth still wondered if it was really for him or for the public. “You didn’t exactly ran into my arms when I first arrived, did you?” He whispered back. It wasn’t anger, he understood that some people needed a minute with the recent news than others but how else he was going to catch the rest of the Rheas if not by surprising them? “I just want to talk, Temi, as much as I like keeping you on your toes.” Hug is over, a handshake and a smile on his face. All for the public, after all. Nobody needs to know that anything’s wrong. 

“Gladly,” Hyacinth grabs his own drink and holds it in his hand because if he was going to have a private conversation with Artemis, he was going to need it close by, it’s just a shame he couldn’t have grabbed the whole damn bottle. Anger, he felt so much anger but not towards Artemis or her family, but his own. He will not let them win, let them destroy the relationships that he had with these people. If they only knew he was on the road to destroy it himself. 

And in the quiet corner that they found themselves in, Hyacinth still glanced behind them, just in case someone was curious, shoving their noses in business not their own. Sitting down in the comfortable sofa, his phone rang and upon seeing his parents’ number once again, he declined the call immediately. “How bad was it?” 

[hyacinthpartan]

who: @mcyme​ when: mid-end of second summit week where: Helicon deck.

Stepping into Pontius has been full of non stop conversations, people trying to catch up or ask questions, for the people that were important Hyacinth endured and all the rest were a test for his patience. Why was Pontius so Chaos damn hot? Someone should drop the temperature in this place, or maybe he was still out of breath from three years of laying still in a hospital bed.

It was a miracle he found himself a quiet spot, to catch his breath for a moment before continuing his public relations with the public. But it seems like the Fates won’t even let him have a few seconds as someone else was apparently looking for peace and quiet. Despite whatever Ares might think, Hyacinth always liked the guy, it was funny watching him skulk at Rheas family dinners. 

“Ares.” Instead of a man catching his breath, Hyacinth quickly turned his charms back on and he smiled brightly. “I was expecting an hello from you, I’m hurt, really.” He pouted. “I always knew you were the silent and grumpy type, but I bet you missed me.”

[hyacinthpartan]

who: @ohartemis when: mid-end week 2 of summit where: a random bar

Everything was moving too fast, on a time that Hyacinth wasn’t mentally prepared for but had no other choice but to face. While his body was still trying to catch up with his mind, his mind was already working overtime between the press and the people that thought him gone. It was a hard pill to swallow and Hyacinth still couldn’t wrap his mind on the fact that while for him it only has been a few days ago, everyone close to him thought him dead because of his parents, for years. Three years.

For him Pontius didn’t change one bit, it was still the same place that horded the science people, at least they came out of their labs for five minutes to build a decent bar. Hyacinth will deny that he was nervous if asked when he saw Artemis sitting there. Once again, telling himself that while he thought he only saw her a couple of days ago, for her it’s been years. Fuck. Fuck. This whole situation was a fucking mess. 

Hyacinth, instead of delaying the enviable, walked towards the bar and stood next to the Artemis. “How much did you miss me? You better say a lot.” 

[reushq]

ABOUT

Full name & known aliases: Hyacinth Partan. Faction: Arcadia. Occupation: Former Delos Film Studios employee, former creative director, actor. Age: 33. Gender & pronouns: Cis man, he/him Faceclaim: Robert Pattinson. Can be seen: Surfing Tala, the news & trying to catch up on things he missed, listening to Apollo’s album, flipping a chip between their fingers, ignoring his parents’ phone calls, dodging Ganymede’s questions.

STATS

Influence  ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Charisma  ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Protection  ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Information  ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Experience  ★  ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

CODEX

(tw: addiction, violence)

If anybody was born to be in front of the camera it would be Hyacinth. Humble and charismatic, there weren’t a lot of people with anything negative to say about them. They could be a little too much to handle at times but they made up for it in their work ethic. A cheerleader of some sort, you could always find Hyacinth supporting and helping their co-stars. Meeting Apollo Rhea was like completing a puzzle that he didn’t know had a piece missing. It began the happiest and longest relationship Hyacinth has ever had, and included being almost adopted into the Rhea family as a whole. If only Hyacinth’s secrets weren’t the cause of it’s slow downfall.

It started innocently enough, one night that turned late at a local casino, celebrating another finished film that would become a success. Hyacinth was in the company of friends, playing cards on the table, when a big win awakened a rush of adrenaline the likes of which they’ve never felt before, a rush that Hyacinth would continue to chase. Looking back, there was never any explanation for why they continued their pursuit, but maybe it was in their eyes, the anticipation, the need to feel that rush over and over again, fighting, to just taste it one last time. However, it was never one last time for them. It was always one more game, another deal– maybe one more time and the rush would be within reach again.

The public, their friends and their loved ones never knew anything was wrong. The money they earned in their occupation only helped fuel their illness. Hyacinth would say they were going elsewhere only to end up at the casino once again. It controlled their whole life to a point where their own money was gone, but the need for that rush remained, deeply rooted, and the only solution– a solution that made Hyacinth hate themself a little more– was to steal money from their lover, a person that never once questioned their loyalty.

Three years ago it all came to a boiling point. In the Tartarus casino they could win, the desperation in their eyes was obvious. But they lost once again and unfortunately it seemed like this was one loss too many. The loan sharks they’d used to continue their games at the casino were expecting to get paid and they weren’t taking no for an answer. Trying to stall for more time didn’t help either, the threats they received leading to them getting beaten up when they were unable to pay. Hyacinth was beaten so badly that he needed to be taken to a hospital, where his parents were contacted and took it as a sign and an opportunity. 

You see, Hyacinth’s parents never liked the Rheas, and despised the close relationship their son had with the infamous family. Their hatred was only fueled further when they blamed them for what happened on that night in Tartarus. The only logical step they saw in order to protect their son was to put in him in a private hospital in Arcadia, where he’s spend the last three years in a coma.

CONNECTIONS

Familial connections: N/A.

Professional connections: Artemis (former collaborator, rebuilding the formerly close friendship). Ganymede (parasite, think they know everything).Orion (if all else fails, hopefully their ticket to the Arcadian film scene). Sisyphus (no longer works in the Tartarus’ casino biz, interesting). Zeus (former boss, looking to get back in their good graces). Social connections: Apollo (maybe his heart never stopped beating for them). Athena (former friend, loved their energy). Ares (easy to annoy, share fond memories). Circe (old friend, much smarter than he is). Dionysus (closest confidante, missed them dearly). Menelaus (Former friend, would’ve preferred if the film never happened than to be replaced). Zagreus (last person to see them alive in Tartarus three years ago– probably didn’t cause any trauma, right?).

ORIGINAL CHARACTER WRITTEN BY R.

[arabwife]

I’ll get over it I just gotta be dramatic first