"We had a date, don't you remember?" | Apollo @ Hyacinthus | @amischiefofmuses
Hyacinthus hums lazily through closed lips, begging a smile as dark eyes don’t quite meet the other’s golden hues in lieu of letting them roam his figure instead. Appreciating the view where Apollo stands over him on the grass as he leans back on his hands.
“Did we~?” he teases playfully. Never once has he seen Apollo angry with him, even when he plays fickle like this. There’s some good humor to their companionship and Hyacinthus delighted in it. Because he likes to tease Apollo. Likes to see if he can furrow that golden brow only to kiss it smooth a moment later.
Their standoff only lasts a minute. Long enough for a chuckle to bubble up his slender throat as he pushes himself up to rise. Dusting grass and little flowers from the folds of his clothing only to stretch like a cat in the sun. “Well then,” he sighs, jutting one hip as he rests his weight on the other and catches those golden irises with his own. “I shall have to make it up to you~”