#hyacinthos

[femme-plant-mom]

Thought the PJO and Epic fandoms might appreciate this little tidbit from Lucian

[brigitte-poetry]

Devotional Poem for Apollo and Hyakinthos

O Apollon, God of blessed Delos,

How faithful of a lover are thee! 

You are a god of great passion,

Feeling deeply, singing loudly,

Letting all the world hear your voice as you cry out for your beloveds.

I weep with thee for the fair Hyakinthos, 

Spartan Prince and lover of the sun,

Who with strong and cruel winds was struck down,

Falling into the embrace of Hades.

O Apollo, loyalest of lovers,

You cradled the prince in your arms,

Saying “Don't go” until even your heavenly voice was rendered raw and cracking.

In your grief, and with your power,

You turned his precious bones into a flower,

A fair flower that surely smells as sweet as he did

When he was in your loving arms.

I weep for you Apollo,

And I wish thee great love in the future.

May my words of sympathy and praise fill a space in your great heart,

Which beats with the pulses of the sun's flares,

And radiates with a warmth akin to flame.

You are a great god indeed, Lord Apollon,

A generous god most worthy of praise,

So fair and talented that we cannot help but love thee. 

I praise you, Apollo, and your beloved boy Hyakinthos,

And I shall praise you both, together, until the end of days.

[rainbow-banana-slug]

[id: anime looking art of character standing behind light source. character have white long hair in low pony tail, cropped suit with side cape thing (?), purple eyes, with one hand above head n another hand hold golden sword at waist. background dark purple gradient. with purple flower petal around. end id]

hya 🪻 (oc)

[90scakeboy]

the death of hyacinthos by jean broc 1801

[burning-river-ghost]

Finally got around to coloring this piece. Hyacinthus/Hyakinthos’ ascension to godhood.

Did you know that different hyacinth colors have different meanings?

-Yellow hyacinths mean jealously(never a good idea to gift to people. It would be insulting to them)

-Purple hyacinths mean forgiveness and sorrow

-Blue hyacinths mean sincerity, loyalty, and fidelity

-Pink hyacinths are playful joy

-White hyacinths are for deep thoughts of other people in its purest form

-Red hyacinths mean playful, light, platonic love(even though red flowers usually represent romantic or passionate love, hyacinths are a bit different, though red hyacinths can still mean romance and passion)

Hail Hyakinthos!

[evergreenalice]

"He sought every remedy, he had recourse to cunning arts, he anointed all the wound, anointed it with ambrosia and with nectar; but all remedies are powerless to heal the wounds of Fate."

FUCK, this quote from Greek mythology goes hard

[puntidifuga]

Jean Broc, The Death of Hyacinthos, 1801

[stuffs-n-fiction]

Apollos flowers

An Apollo X reader x Hyacinth

Part 1

(The reader will be described as female because I am feeling a little self indulgent.)

With light steps you walk along the halls of the temple, holding your hands together as you approach your sisters. Your sisters of the temple, being a young priestess yourself. They had called for you as you were informed by the temples messenger boy. In the private chambers the rest of them already awaited you.

After the door falls closed behind you, you lift your veil, greeting them with a soft smile.

“Dear (y/n), we are so glad you came on such short notice.”

Said one of the sisters before giving you a peck on the cheek.

“We are so sorry to have called you here so late.”

You smile at her and the rest of them as you sit down to a cup of sweetened water with lemon.

“So, what occaision is of such importance to call for this meeting dear sisters?”

You ask, takinga a sip from your cup.

The eldest of your group stands up.

“Deat sisters, as priestesses of this temple of Apollo, I recieved a message from prince Hyacinth of Sparta.”

You all raised your eyebrows at this news, leaning closer.

Hadn´t prince Hyacinth been proclaimed dead?

“He requests a few days stay and conversation in our humble care. For he has stated, and it is also said, that he has been in contact with the god Apollo himself.”

All of you couldn´t help leaning closer and closer to every word.

“So I will ask of you to prepare your chambers here for stay and prepare before the princes´arrival.”

Finishing your drinks over some talk you soon all go to retrieve your things from your homes to bring for the stay at the temple. You recieve a small kiss to the cheek from one of the sisterrs before you let the sheer veil fall over your face once again.

“Be careful on your way.”

“I will. And I have a little guardian to accompany me as well, so no need to worry.”

You say as you look down at the guard dog that sat besides your leg.

You walk into the mild night and on your way back home to pack. You didn´t live too far from the temple, but you did live quite secluded. The reason you had decided to become part of the temple and a priestess was so your family could not marry you off. For you did not feel the need to marry and have family. At least not so young. You were only sixteen at the time. Quite old already for some standards but three years have passed since.

And you have come to love the feeling of family the temple sisterhood gave. It brought you joy giving hope to the people with thouroughly studied prayers and  blessings . They were things you not so simply wanted to give up, having found meaning for yourself in them.

You toss a stick for the dog to fetch as you neared your small abode.

...

And between the stars, two golden eyes had looked out for her on her way home and back.

...

You sigh in content when you could finally lay down onto the cushioned sleeping mat, having set everything at it´s place and changed clothing into a light tunic to sleep in. Your eyes fall closed, letting much needed rest wash over you.

...

You were awoken by the sunlight and the chime of the waking bell that was rung.

Slowly you stood up to make your way to the washing chambers to refresh yourself. In the lonely hidden hall the messenger boy holding a few heavy looking furrs bumped into you. In a frenzy he muttered apologies, trying his best to not look into your face, as you were not in robe and veil. You were not too firm as to scold him, he was still young and clearly sent with a task.

You reached out your hand and placed it onto his hair, a sign of superiority but kindness.

“No need to worry, a good morning to you. There is no need to look to the floor, you have not disrespected me.”

Shily he glances up and bashfully looks at you as you continued on your way.

Reaching the room you give your body a quick wash in the cool water of  the floors bath, rubbing in a bit of scented oil into your skin after, as to protect it from dryness and the sun.

You slip into your white linen robe, fastening a sturdy but thin leather band around your waist to hold it in place. Lastly you let the veil fall over your face.

...

Your morning routine had been the only calm part about your day as the rest passed by quickly with preparations for the high guest that was said to arrive that evening. All were sure to make the temple look even cleaner than it already was, preparing for rituals or blessings the prince might request and of course preparing his chambers. You were tasked to finish readying his room. Stepping in you looked over everything, placing a folded woolen knitted blanked onto the bed in case the prince needed another one for the night. You filled the small wash basin with water which stood next to the mirror on the wardrobe.

In all the room looked well prepared, with a few small welcoming trinkets placed onto the bedside table besides a vase filled with freshly bicked flowers.

...

You all weren´t sure what you expected to arrive as the prince, though a bit of a surprise it was. 

He arrived on a strong mighty horse, accompanied by a few trusty men of his. A bit before arival they dismounted their horses. One of the sisters went ahead to guide them to the stables. Three of the five companions followed, taking all the horses with them. The other two stayed with the prince.

From the small distance you could see the prince seemed to not be too lavishly dressed and not of too much height with a strong physique.

Once standing infront of you, the sisterhood, he bows down before looking back up. It was hard to keep in a gasp of surprise at seeing his slender pointed ears and slitted pupils, a crown of hyacinth flowers resting in his kinky hair. He was a nymph. In respect you all bowed as well in greeting.

His full lips formed a smile before speaking.

“Good evening sisters of this temple. I must thank you for giving me stay in your care.”

His voice was pleasant, not too loud nor quiet; not too high but not too deep either. It was gentle and soft with a spark to it.

Your eldest answered after stepping forward.

“No need to thank us your highness. I believe you and your men are tired after your travels. Shall we go inside? We have prepared food and drinks and of course your chambers, for you are a welcome guest.”

He smiled again before you let your eldest lead the way with him and his two men behind, before following as well.

The evening went by with ease, though many of you couldn´t help the curious glances towards the nymph princes ears and pointed nails. He was no longer human, that was for sure.

As one of the youngest but still with the most expirience, you were the one tasked to lead the prince to his chamber.

Quietly you walked besides each other as you lead the way.

“This will be your chamber for your stay here. This key is for only this room.”

You open the door, leading inside.

“We have prepared for everything you might need, your luggage has been brought here as well. Is there anything you need more that I can bring to you your highness?”

You ask as he looks around the cosy room.

“I thank you for preparing such a pleasant stay, for now I am in no need for anything more.”

You give a small bow before starting to turn for your leave.

“Then I wish you a pleasant night your-”

“Wait.”

He cuts in.

“May I ask of your name?”

“I am sister (y/n) your highness.”

He studies you before giving you a smile.

“Very well, a pleasant night to you as well.”

You give another bow as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. You couldn´t help the small sigh of relief that left your lips as your nervousness eased. With that you went ahead and back to your own chambers.

...

The following morning went without trouble, with refreshing and dressing yourself and attending breakfast with the other sisters and of course the guests. Even if titles were respected, within the temple, one was treated as equal, so you dined together with the prince and his companions. 

After you all had sat down and given your morning prayer you all moved to remove your veils. It was obvious that the guards tried not to stare as to not be disrespectful. The guardsmen were quite awkward to interact with you until Hyacinth casually broke the comfortable silence.

 “May one please reach over the salt for me.” 

The small bowl filled with salt was reached around from the other end of the table until it landed in your hands. You reached over and handed it to one of the guards who then gave it to the prince. The guard moved a bit stiff as if never having seen a woman before.

 “Thank you.”

 “You’re welcome.”

 Answered the eldest with a smile.

 ... 

After the morning meal you cleaned off the table while the eldest lead the prince to the private chamber in which to talk and pray. The guards were left there standing, not knowing what to do with themselves.

 One of the sisters, who you got along with quite well to consider her as a friend, approached them. Even with the veil you recognised her.

 “Would you like to help us?” 

It was visible in their eyes that they tried not to take offence in the question of being asked to help with the dishes. You never understood how something as simple as housekeeping was viewed as unmanly. 

“You do not have to if you do not wish to. It was just an offer. Though you can move on to the main hall or the outside garden if you wish for some peace and quiet.” 

With that she left and brought the plates in her hands to the kitchen. Though, not only you, noticed the way the guard that had stood directly in front of her looked after her when she left.

 ... 

You tended to the gardens in the still bearable sun with a few others, plucking unwanted weeds and harvesting herbs to dry out later. Walking back inside you crossed the main hall with a small basked of the freshly cut herbs and a ball of cord, when you saw prince Hyacinth kneeling in front of the statue of Apollo. Clearly he was in prayer, given the mumbles that left his lips, so respectfully you moved quietly along. Even if the nymph princes back was turned to you, it felt as though a pair of eyes followed your movement.

 ... 

It was in the evening when suddenly things turned unpleasant. You had been on the other end of the temple when it had happened. The one guard had tried to force himself upon your friend who was trying not to cry too much in your arms while in front of them, in front of him. One of the sisters had heard her and acted fast in calling for others who then as three pried him off of her. Now he was put on his knees in the main hall, prince Hyacinthos and your eldest standing in front of him. The other four guards stood off to the side while you, the entire sisterhood, stood opposite from them. At the end of it all the statue of Apollo. The god who sees all to where the sunlight reaches. 

“My loyal guard, what has overtaken you to dare to disrespect this temple in such way?” 

He spoke calmly, but every word with the edge of a threat.

 “Speak!”

 “I do not know what had come over me, after she had spoken to me this morning.”

 “Why? What had she said?” 

He turned to face you, looking at you holding your friend with pupils that were only two slits. He looked dangerous. Predatory.

 You cleared your throat.

 “She had only asked if they wished to help with the dishes, seeing that they were looking for a task to do. We did not mean any disrespect on our behalf, we only treat everyone as equal.” 

With no word Hyacinth looked back down to the guard again, the air having grown in tensity. 

“I am disappointed how one of my trusted men would disrespect these holy grounds by not having his lust under some self control.” 

With every word he rose in volume. Hyacinth flowers starting to bloom from his hair in a dark blue. Nails seeming sharper. 

“You not just disrespected a priestess, you dared to disrespect the god Apollo along with it!” 

The guard was now on his hands, bowing his head to the ground.

 “Please your highness, forgive me!” 

“I am not the one to ask for forgiveness.” 

He turned to your eldest.

 “You can only hope the gods will have mercy on you.” 

It were the only words she spoke before she turned to walk into your group, leaving Hyacinth with his guard in the center of the room.

 “I am merciful enough to not execute you, but you will no longer be allowed of any military service.” 

Then silence settled in. A heavy, sharp silence that made the hairs on your arms rise. The sun was setting and only a few rays fell in on the scene. It had become deathly quiet with the guard trembling on the floor and hyacinth fuming in front of him. Then he looked up to the statue, as if making direkt eye contact with it. 

All of you gave shouts of shock when the guard, as he started to stand back up to his feet, dishonoured and thoroughly scolded, dropped back to the floor.

A few of you rushed over, though Hyacinth didn´t move.

“There is no heartbeat, he´s dead!”

Proclaimed one of the sisters. A bit of medical knowledge had long been taught amongst each other. 

All of you were paniced though Hyacinths voice cut in.

“Do not fret! Apollo has decided on his punishment. Ready a burrial.”