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If you could pick anyone to be your secret Santa, who would you want it to be?
I’d like it if it was someone I knew wouldn’t get me something normally but who still likes me, that way I know it’ll be good. I think Poseidon would be great, we worked together building the walls of Troy, and grew friendly. After the task was complete we grew apart, but I think from our time together Poseidon would know exactly what to get me.
Modern mythology : Apollo and Hyacinth
In the literary myth, Hyacinth was a beautiful youth and lover of the god Apollo, though he was also admired by West Wind, Zephyr. Apollo and Hyacinth took turns throwing the discus. Hyacinth ran to catch it to impress Apollo, was struck by the discus as it fell to the ground, and died. A twist in the tale makes the wind god Zephyrus responsible for the death of Hyacinth. His beauty caused a feud between Zephyrus and Apollo. Jealous that Hyacinth preferred the radiant archery god Apollo, Zephyrus blew Apollo’s discus off course, so as to injure and kill Hyacinth. When he died, Apollo did not allow Hades to claim the youth; rather, he made a flower, the hyacinth, from his spilled blood.
A Night Off || Hypnos + Open
A purple orca whale floated off in an endless abyss. It was asleep, but there was no threat to it, for it was home. And there was no danger that could infiltrate its home without raising its notice.
It awoke with a thought.
There’s something very important about tonight.
It opened its eyes, the darkness around it still prevalent.
Is it someone’s wedding anniversary?
Maybe I was supposed to meet Thanatos somewhere.
It shrugged, closed its eyes, and dozed off again when suddenly the thought returned.
Winter solstice! It’s winter solstice. I’m supposed to be on Olympus!
Quickly, the creature changed its form, from the massive whale into a human-like figure. He wondered what form to take from there on out, and settled for that of a man. Hypnos was, in fact, a man. Identified as one, was born one. But one could never tell what form he would choose. Gender, race, even species were a free-for-all for the daemon spirit of sleep. In his form, he traveled, sprouting the wings from his head he and his kind were known for having, to the very peak of the home of the Olympians.
He landed directly in front of the door, greeting the guards who then opened said doors and allowed the god in. He looked around, not overly eager to be there (as he would’ve much rather been asleep), but still happy to see all the shining faces.
One of them came up to him, greeting him, though he knew not in what manner.
“Happy Solstice, friend!”
Sunlight beamed through the arches of Olympus’ main entry hall. The perfect kind of light for Apollo to practice and hone his finest art form, illusion. He had been using light to craft phantasms since he was a child and the subtlety required for some of his finer illusory works needed more focus than he often had.
Waiting in the entry for Hermes though, who he was starting to believe had stood him up, was the perfect opportunity for him to play around with some of the ideas he had been playing with.
Staring at the middle of the hall, Apollo focussed, the light in the room warping, concentrating towards the centre. Over time the light became a writhing mass, a pale imitation of the sun, Apollo often found he could work better by beginning the unmolded project as the sun.
Stepping up to the floating mass, the sun god used his hands form the massive ball of light into the rough shape of a man. With a thought he summoned tools created from light to his hands, and began a frenzied work. Spinning the large masculine light form this way and that until he was done.
Dismissing the tools, a smile played over his face. It was definitely one of his finer works. A life sized spitting image of his father stood in front of him. The replica was indistinguishable from his father’s form, the excess light having been cut away during the process.
With a wave of his hand the form came to life, smiling and laughing silently. His power could give the illusion life but, his control of light could give it no voice. As the Zeus doll clapped him on the shoulder, despite not being able to hear the words the giant doll said, he knew that they were speaking what he wanted to hear most, “I love you son, I’m proud of you.” Apollo’s chest tightened as the figure reached out to hug him, before an echoing slam rung through the entryway, shattering his concentration, his father’s image, scattering to the wind.
Hypnos smiling face conveyed more happiness than his somnolent tone, Apollo sighed irritated that it wasn’t Hermes, and even more so at the destruction of his creation. He knew they were temporary works, but he was never ready to let them go. “You’re late friend” Apollo said tersely, trying to not let his mood sour the sleep god’s first moments celebrating the solstice, “better late than never though, Happy Solstice” He finished obligatorily, leaning against a pillar with a sombre smile, only the slightest hint of a pout playing the curve of his lips.
Palacio di Cristal
Apollo had lost count of the centuries that had passed since Greece had fallen into antiquity, yet everyday he still perfunctorily rode his chariot across the sky. It was a day like any other when a glint in the distance caught his eye, he made a note of the location vowing to return.
As evening fell, the chariot returned to its stable, Apollo saddled his griffin for the flight back to Madrid. By night it was even more magnificent. Now standing in front of the magnificent glass structure he realised why it had caught his eye.
While it was crude, having to obey the laws of the mortal realm, things like gravity and physics, it was clearly trying to ape his own home, the Palace of Light. Whilst many of bards had told tales of the palaces of Olympus, his Palace had stayed off the mortal radar, a fact he took pride in, never having shown it to a mortal that wasn’t a lover sworn to secrecy.
In some divine cosmic coincidence though, he must have let a bubble of inspiration float out into the mortal realm, accidently inspiring a mortal architect to attempt the impossible. A palace like his constrained by mortal reality, the result was inspiring.
Apollo spent the evening exploring every facet of the building, before tracking down the architect. After seeing the man’s capabilities Apollo was impressed, he cast a blessing on the man to ensure he would never be without inspiration.
“Which do you think is better?” She asked, her back to whomever she was addressing as she gazed at herself in the long oval mirror. In her hands were two dresses, one of red silk adorned with glittering jewels and the other of sheer see-through fabric with finely stitched bird patterns decorating it. Both would be fine for the occasion, the Winter Solstice was only ever fun for Aphrodite as an excuse to pretty herself up. The actual gathering of the Gods with their lengthy discussions and disagreements grew tedious quickly.
“I think I like the red, but the other should cause quite a stir and Zeus only knows this whole ordeal always needs livening up.” Aphrodite finally glanced over her shoulder, bright eyes taking in the sight of her guest before a welcome smile appeared. “I suppose you haven’t come to see me just to help me pick out something to wear…”
Apollo made his way to Aphrodite’s abode. Upon arriving at Olympus he had been pleasantly greeted by a group of nymphs from Pan’s retinue. While things had started out pleasantly catching up on old times and drinking quietly together, things made a turn for the worst when he accidently let slip that he had slept with two of the sisters, which wouldn’t have been quite so bad if he hadn’t also let slip that he couldn’t tell the two apart. Having been doused in two separate cups of wine and left to consider the curse that was his honesty, Apollo knew he couldn’t turn up to the celebration like this.
Going back to his own palace would take away from the time he knew he wanted to spend drinking, and he knew that aphrodite was likely to have a spare outfit and a morsel of pity for his plight.
Entering her chambers he was greeted by her scantily clad body holding up dresses against her tight, lean figure. As she addressed him Apollo lit up, his smile beaming at the goddess. “I don’t think it matters what you wear Aphrodite my dear, no one could bare to look at the dress for fear of missing a moment taking in your beauty, actually go with the sheer one, the more I can see of you the better” His grin grew lascivious as he grew closer to her.
Before he reached her he stopped not wanting to ruin her dresses with his wine soaked clothes, “While I’d love to help you dress, I actually kind of hoped you’d be able to that for me, I seem to have been involved in a wine fracas and had my tunic ruined, you wouldn’t be able to help at all?” The Sun God smiled brightly, he knew it wasn’t an issue Aphrodite was obliged to help him with but he had always found her to be amenable, at least when it came to his needs.
Searching || Open
For once since the start of the Solstice celebrations, he heard no raucous song from the halls of his palace, no merriment or drunken cheer. There was no chatter of war and peace, nor wine-induced arguments over trivial topics. It was all so damnably quiet —peaceful, as one other than Zeus would have said, and likely with much more acclaim than the King of the Gods could ascribe to the nature of silence.
He hated it.
Silence was no friend of his. In fact, it colored him with an anger only Hades seemed to induce. Granted, part of his indignation had been inspired by Hera, who ordered the serving gods not to supply him wine in preparation for the council discussions, where a clear head was every bit required.
“What was the point of a celebration if one was not entertained?” Zeus wondered out loud. And so, he walked through the halls of his palace, not wanting to linger on the feelings of isolation and boredom any longer. For now, he was in search of an adventure.
Apollo slumbered heavily in a curtained alcove. He had drunk more than his fill of unwatered wine at the celebration, in his inebriated state one of the cup bearers had taken his fancy and he chased her through the halls of Olympus. She eventually gave him the slip and as intoxicated as he was Apollo's attention span waned. A dimly lit alcove had beckoned his weary form, and he passed out not knowing where he was.
The drunken snore echoed down the hall, broken by the sound of slapping sandals growing louder. As the sound passed him the small hairs on Apollo’s body stood on end, his body breaking out in static electricity, a common side effect that his father’s presence had on him. The uncomfortable feeling roused the young sun god from his drowse.
Pulling aside the curtain Apollo leapt from the recess, stumbling slightly, regaining his balance by holding onto a column. Trying to lean against the column in an effort to stop his vision from swaying and look as sober as possible Apollo yelled after the retreating figure, trying his best not to slur his words, sobriety just out of reach, “Father, what brings you to this part of the Palash” only just barely mispronouncing palace with his heavy tongue.
Looking around he realised he didn’t actually recognise this part of Olympus, he didn’t spend a lot of time in the main Palace, preferring his own abode, and when he did visit he normally had an escort, not all of the staff were as eager to escape as last night’s cupbearer. A mixed look of puzzlement and mirth adorned his face as looked about releasing his grip on the column and standing steadily on his own, “Is it just me or is it a bit dark in here?” At this statement the candles in the alcoves up and down the hall shone brighter, illuminating Zeus’s face.
“Do I look like a server?” Iris rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. Well she did not have a choice but cater his request. A jug of wine instantly appeared and poured itself into Apollo’s cup. “The Lady would not want this.” She was actually getting stressed by the minute because if Hera found out that more than half of the gods were already intoxicated who knows what’ll happen next. Her eyes widen as she saw another goddess do something that she shouldn’t. “Peitho drop those chains! Those are not for fornicating purposes!” Iris growled, shoving the jug of nectar into Apollo’s hands. “Kindly hold on to this for a tiny second.”
Apollo smiled happily as Iris clicked her fingers and his chalice filled to the brim. He guzzled at the liquor hungrily, emptying the chalice in one fell gulp. Watching Iris he started to understand what his family was talking about when they said how exhausting it was to watch him, the messenger goddess was keeping him on edge with her incessant worrying.
Relief washed over him as she passed him the jug of nectar, rushing off to yell at something. Refilling his chalice Apollo halfheartedly yelled after her, “Leave them to enjoy themselves Iris” letting his voice quiet he mumbled to himself, “I’d have thought winter would help her chill”
Twin Musings
Artemis watched quietly as the boar drank from the stream. While she normally preferred to hunt under the cover of night, with winter fast approaching she wanted to make sure her huntresses would have enough to eat throughout the winter. She drew the bowstring back, her breathing calm and steady, her grip relaxed. Letting go of the string, the arrow cut swiftly through the dense forest, killing the boar instantly and painlessly. Softly she walked over to where it lay. Brushing her hand across his head she closed her eyes and said a short prayer. While she was a hunter, she only killed when she needed to, and made sure it was done quickly and painlessly.
She signalled two of her huntresses that were waiting nearby. Leaving them to take the boar back to be prepared, she gathered her things and started the trek up to Olympus.
It had been many weeks since she had last seen her brother. She had been off traveling with her hunters, and was excited to see how he had been and what news he might have.
By the time she arrived at The Palace of Light it was early evening. She was greeted by one of his Sylphs who directed her to one of the back gardens.
As she entered the garden she was amazed by how much everything had grown since she had last visited. “Apollo, brother. This is just beautiful.” she responded, excitedly looking around the forest garden.
“It has been far too long.” she said as she embraced her brother, and kissed him on the cheek. “How have you been? You must tell me all the news. Your palace looks amazing.”
Apollo lay in the Central Garden of the Palace of Light, his home on Olympus. He had built the palace with his sister in mind furnishing the palace with wide open spaces, forest-like gardens and and bubbling brooks.
Moonlight filtered through the cope of Cypress Tree’s, as Apollo dozed, his feet dangling in the running stream. He was woken by the soft caress of a warm wind across his cheek. A smile lingering across his face as he opened his eyes to a gorgeous ethereal sylph sitting atop him.
Rudeness had never been a trait embraced by the princess, to her it was an easy way of avoiding what could be sidestepped with little to no interaction. It wasn’t as if every moment had to have a reaction or the drama that would surely follow. Not even a few minutes in front of the god and the girl was ready to turn and go. If only.
“Lying?” She repeated the world. Lying. Only a fool would attempt to pull the wool over such a being’s eyes. “Of course not. Wounding the ego of any man would.. dampen my mood considerably. Yours.. even more so.” She danced around the conversation, for what punishment could be struck down next? Not that she had the focus to think of anything or how being around him truly made her feel. The madness that tinged her life and thoughts tripled at the brief touch. Yet instead of giving into the predictable and pulling away, Cassandra pulled off an even more wounding move. Indifference. Holding back would deny Apollo everything and then some. “Of course not. Which is why I should let you be on your way. This winter solstice isn’t one to be missed.” She hinted vaguely.
Cassandra’s face slackening at his touch hurt him more than he was prepared to admit. He was hoping for a reaction but this absence of one was a resounding silent admonishment. Apollo’s face flushed and he removed his hand.
At her cryptic remark about the solstice his curiosity was piqued. While Apollo had the same access to foreknowledge that Cassandra did it was something he was not burdened by, it was a pool he could choose to drink from instead of a stream he was trapped in. One that he drank from sparingly, knowing that observing the future changed it. It was why Apollo used mortals to channel these glances, mortal interference with the future was much less dangerous than prophecy told directly by a god, which was much harder to divert.
Hand on hip Apollo questioned the slip of a girl, “Why so vague my dear, surely you’d appreciate divulging the details to one of the few beings who would actually consider believing you?”
The Conception of Linus || Urania & Apollo || Headcanon
It was bound to happen. The months he had spent with Urania had been amazing. While Apollo loved all of his Muses he had been particularly drawn to the intensity of Urania. The long nights they had spent together, her teaching him to appreciate the sunless sky, while he taught her more control of her prophetic and healing powers.
While it had been a mutual relationship of teaching and learning, over time their friendship grew into something more. It was on one of their late night astronomy excursions that they sat in the observatory he had created, in the tallest of the glass parapets of his palace. Urania had told him of an impending meteor shower, and as the night sky lit up with sparks of the falling stars Apollo's mind was alit with wonder. Like an excited child he grinned in awe, "It's beautiful Urania" He turned to her, watching the light of the dying stars reflect across her visage, and it was the first time that he really saw her. Leaning across he kissed her deeply and passionately.
The next morning as he harnessed the Griffin to his Chariot, she waved him off from his bedroom window. Day's turned to months, turned to years, they enjoyed each other's company, and intimacy. Learning more about each others crafts, and more about each other's bodies.
But all good things must come to an end. It was years later when she announced her pregnancy. She imagined a home and a life that included their child, while Apollo immediately started considering mortals to adopt the unborn creature.
Apollo was clearly not ready to be a father despite having fathered a plethora of children already. At Apollo's lack of paternal care Urania left, finally seeing the Sun God for what he was, a perpetual child. As she walked out the door he knew it was for the best, he had never had a father, what would he know of being one. He hoped in time she would come to understand that his plans were in the child's best interest.
Winter Is Here
“Don’t expect this Winter to be as kind as the last,” she retorted bitterly. Demeter’s eyes narrowed as she took some degree of umbrage from Apollo’s cheerful approach. “Shouldn’t you be off singing some silly song?” The irritation seeped into her voice and the wind became a bit sharper. She ran her fingers through the loose bits of hair that whipped around, eyes closing as she basked in the freezing temperature.
The cold wind whipped around him, his toga fluttering wide revealing his muscled form beneath. Cocking an eyebrow he focussed his mind and sunlight grew stronger in the room, slowly raising the temperature to a warm winter’s day after the first flurry of snow. “Silly songs? I’m saving my voice for the festivities, I’ll be performing, and I wouldn’t want to risk straining myself unnecessarily.”
Walking towards her a look of faux concern on his face, “You are coming to tonight’s festivities? If nothing else my performance is set to be a work of art, If I do say so myself.” He winked cockily, knowing that Zeus had made attendance compulsory. He knew it wasn’t for him but he did revel in his moments in the spotlight.
So Lovely on Olympus
“You laugh? perhaps I was mistaken and you truly don’t care what happens to him. Should anything nasty befall his soul, I want you to remember this little chat of ours and how you did nothing for his mercy.” Hades said. peeling Apollo’s hands from his shoulder as his touch was even starting to make his skin crawl. Considering what he saw on a daily basis, that was saying something. As per usual, Apollo didn’t care about him, and whatever happy mood he was trying to force on Hades was falling flat. He would have been in better spirits had Apollo not insulted him to begin with… but now he’d singlehandedly made his mood bitter as he was reminded again why he hated Olympus so much. He made a mental note to drop by and make that special visit to Hyacinthus after he returned home. It started out as a minor threat but the more Apollo’s spoke with his irritating voice, the more satisfying it would be.
“That’s not necessary since I just told you I lost my appetite. In fact, I’d rather you go. It’s the utter insolence of gods like you that think only to insult me without reason or remorse that make these visits so unenjoyable. It’s not funny, or cute, and I don’t know what would ever make you think we are close enough that it would be taken as anything other than disrespectful. I’d rather spend the rest of my stay with you out of my face and as far away from me as possible. Thank you.”
Apollo rolled his eyes, his smile cruel and forced, “As you wish Uncle, I know it wouldn’t do to offend your sensibilities” Turning away from his petulant uncle Apollo hid his sneer of distaste for what was clearly a tantrum.
Apollo turned over his shoulder to utter a last remark before his exit, “It was this lack of self control, these little emotional bursts, that got you put away uncle. Do enjoy your brief time with us.”
Leaving his uncle to the feast Apollo made his way towards the stables. Seeing Hades lose his temper reminded him of the few times he really lost his own temper, it was never a pretty sight.
The prickled hairs upon the back of her neck had been enough of a hint for Cassandra to know something was to come. A small sign of sorts, a sign she appreciated given the company that soon joined her. Apollo. That voice alone was like a hot blade. One that stung no matter how hard it was ignored. “Nothing.” She stated matter of factly, stirring the thin layers of her gown to shift as she did. She avoided any chance of their gazes meeting and ignored the usual customs in favor of a swift dip of her head to count for a hint of respect while in his presence. “If you’ll excuse me. I have the water ripples to take note of.” Her blood boiled inside, and the urge to snap heightened tenfold, but the princess knew better. Thankfully.
Apollo’s eyes roved lasciviously over the girls thinly clad body, he felt the same stirrings that had devolved their relationship to this bitter toxic place. He noted her body stiffen as she addressed him, not even the hint of a bow.
A mixture of rage and lust seethed within him, it was this kind of plucky rebellion that had attracted him to the girl, her strength was commendable he knew Artemis would approve of her. At Cassandra’s feigned nonsensical excuse to leave his ability to see through the half truth showed him where she was off to.
“Tsk, tsk, Cassandra, you’re not lying to your God of Truth now are you, surely you would know better” Walking up to her he held he loomed over the small mortal, looking down at her he chided “I mean you wouldn’t want to risk the ire of a God now would you?” He reached out an index finger to lift her chin trying to get eye contact.
So Lovely on Olympus
“Zeus’ love?” Hades smiled “That’s adorable considering he only gave you those titles since all of the good ones were taken. You’re such a convenient little reject pile of divinity for him, aren’t you?”
“I don’t recall asking for your opinion on my love life. Though I must say, kidnapping has certainly proven more successful than a brutal death with a discus crushing her skull. Don’t bite off more than you can chew, boy. You would do well to hold your tongue or show respect. Elysium is right outside my doorstep, and unless you’re feeling particularly apologetic, I’ll personally make sure to set aside time to pay one of it’s residents an unpleasant visit.”
Apollo laughed at Hades empty threat, while he wasn’t a very nice guy he took his job as Keeper of the Dead seriously, and everyone knew that if someone had earned a place into Elysium that even Hades wouldn’t go out of his way to torture them, not even to avenge a petty slight.
“Don’t worry Hades, we all know how powerful you are, I didn’t think you would take offence so readily. Those underworld sycophants have given you a thin skin” Grinning and patting his uncle on the back he gestured to a seat at the feast table, “Come, enjoy the feast, I’ll buy you a drink, you can take your fill without worry of being trapped here forever, I promise.”
Apollo had avoided the topic of his father as Hades words had hit too close to home for comfort. Surely the Underworld God knew he was jesting about his paramour?
So Lovely on Olympus
“No, you look like a broken record of wisecracks. I think pointing me in the right direction falls under just about everybody’s jurisdiction here… especially you since I’m sure in your extensive title, you also happen to be the God of compasses.” Hades replied sharply. He wasn’t in any mood for Apollo… in fact he’d wished his sister was around to balance him out since he could only ever handle him in small doses.
“I’m not looking to get drunk. What kind of blundering idiot do you take me for?Unless you’re the one blinded from all the time staring holes into the sun that you have me mistaken with your father. Speaking of which, where is he? Oh, and forget the refreshments. I’ve lost my appetite.”
Apollo chuckled “God of Compasses, I like that, I’ll talk to father about adding it to my titles, because you know, he loves me and didn’t banish me to serve my time out in the underworld.” Irritated at his Uncle’s dour mood he stroked his chin in mock thought, “You know what love is right? It’s where you don’t kidnap and trick someone into staying with you and yet they do.” It was a cheap shot but with Winter upon them the lack of Persephone’s presence was keenly felt.
Ignoring his Uncles crack at his blindness Apollo went on “As for Father’s whereabouts you know that no one is his keeper, I’m sure he’s off cavorting while Hera is occupied organising the festivities.” As was usual for Apollo he flitted back and forth between the topic of his father and Persephone,
“Seeing as we’re graced by your stalwart presence does that mean we can expect your better half? Or have you left her to tend your duties in your absence?” He smiled coldly, reminiscent of the sun peeking through the clouds on a snowy day.
Winter Is Here
It was Winter. Demeter stared coldly across the vast landscape from her perch atop Mount Olympus as she set the season. The air grew colder and snow began to fall. Many plants withered under the harsh wind and fruits fell from their trees and bushes. The goddess’ sadness set in as she prepared herself for the next four months without her eldest. She was far beyond the point of tears, barely registering any emotion. There was simply an emptiness. Yes, her daughter would be present for the Solstice celebration. And it was only four months of separation. But it still pissed her the fuck off.
As the air grew frigid in the mortal realm even from his throne the tension in the room grew thick and palpable. Demeter was always touchy when winter came, Apollo took after his father with a much more casual take on parentage and never understood the big deal, the less he saw his kids the better, he didn’t understand why Demeter wasn’t the same.
He’d always liked winter, the days were shorter giving him a much needed break from the long days of Summer. “Finally, Winter’s here, time to kick back and relax, thanks Dem” Apollo nodded jovially at his Aunt.
Mt. Olympus, it has been a long time since Hecate found herself amidst the clouds and golden pillars. Even now it was at the behest of a friend that she come when she could though she wouldn’t be a part of the meeting. She was not technically an Olympian God after all. Hecate stuck close to the wall fiddling with the rune stone around her neck as she entertained the idea of returning home. It was a bit uncomfortable and vulnerable standing amongst the gods in her non-mist form. “Certainly there is no need for me to be here. I have much to do I am sure of it.” Mumbling to herself.
Apollo looked down from his throne as Hecate entered, her gait was clearly one not used to the form she had chosen. Watching her fiddle uncomfortably with her jewellery, Apollo pitied the friendless outsider.
Dismounting from his dais he went to her, hearing her mumble he assumed she wasn’t used to her voice. As he approached her he spoke loudly and slowly, like one would to a small child “You’ll have to speak louder if you want us to hear you Hecate”
