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Hyacinth leaned against the large fig tree in their garden and had his eyes closed. The sun god lay with his head on his leg and had been sleeping for some time. The heat that came from him and the sun over them was too much to let Hyacinth sleep. That was way too warm for him. However, he didn't have the heart to wake up Apollo, so he just stayed that way.
"I have to say, I never thought I would experience him so content," said a voice that Hyacinth was now familiar with. He opened his eyes and saw Artemis standing in front of them. She looked like she was just coming from a hunt. "Hello Artemis." "Hello, Hyacinth," she said. "Is there a reason why you're here?" "Actually not, but someone has to look after you. Wedding preparations with my brother must be hell," she said. "It is... demanding. He talks about things I have no idea about, but he tries to explain everything to me. And we are almost done now. Your mother was also here to help." Absentmindly his hand began to play with Apollos Hair in his lap. "That's good. I think Aphrodite and Ariadne were also of use?"
"They were. I'm really looking forward to the day." "So you're still sure?" "Of course. I love your brother," said Hyacinth. "I just want to say that he would let you go if you said you don't want to," said Artemis. "I know. But believe me that I have thought more than enough. I love him and I want nothing more than to marry him." Artemis had an inexplicable look on her face. After a moment she nodded: "I'm happy. He's not perfect and I don't know if he deserves you, but you're good for him." Hyacinth smiled: "Thank you, Artemis." "No reason too thank me. I'll disappear then. See you soon, Hyacinth." "Goodbye."
When Apollo woke up, he slightly wrinkled his nose before he opened his eyes. It was sweet. "Well hello, sleepyhead." "How long have I been holding you here?" Apollo asked sleepily. "A few hours." "Did you at least sleep too?" "In the blazing sun with the god of the sun right next to me? Impossible, Darling," said Hyacinth. "I'm so sorry about that. You should have woken me," said Apollo. "It's good, Apollo, calm down." Apollo sat up: "Sorry." "You don't have to apologize, Pollo," Hyacinth said with a smile. "Even if you're sweet when you do it." He pulled Apollo by his chin and kissed him. "I love you." "I love you, darling." "Do you want to go in and eat something?" "Very gladly."
The next morning, Hyacinth woke up in bed without Apollo as almost always. He stretched out, changed his clothes and then walked towards the kitchen. On the way, however, he heard loud swearing that stopped him. So he went after it. Apollo was in a salon that they used less. There were hundreds of small cards with names on the floor. "What are you doing?" "Determine the seating arrangement," said Apollo, who jumped back and forth between the cards. "It doesn't work." "Why doesn't it work?" Hyacinth asked and leaned against the door. "I can't put these two next to each other, but I don't know who to pull apart and your family-." Apollo sighed: "It doesn't work like that." Hyacinth smiled: "You're too worried, honey." "I can't do it, Cinthi. The... I want to do it right." "All right, we're going to eat something now and then we'll sit down together and do the seating arrangement when you've calmed down." "Cinthi-." "Well, get out of here," he said and pointed to the door. Apollo sighed: "Fine." He walked out of the door and towards the kitchen.
"Why does such a small thing affect you so much?" Hyacinth asked. "I am a god, such a small problem should not stop me. I should solve it immediately." "All right, Polly, let's go to the living room for a moment," said Hyacinth. He pulled Apollo into the living room and then pulled him onto his lap. He noticed how Apollo automatically became a little smaller. "You may be a God, but that doesn't mean that nothing is a problem for you. You have feelings and frustration is normal. Not being able to solve a problem immediately is fine. Just because you're a god, you don't have to be perfect," he said.
Apollo leaned his head against Hyacinth's shoulder and said nothing. The only thing Hyacinth heard was the soft sniffing while Apollo tried not to cry. "It's okay," Hyacinth whispered. Apollo buried his face in Hyacinth's chest: "You have no idea what that means to me." "You're been drilled too perfection for far too long, haven't you?" Hyacinth asked. "My...be glad you haven't met my father yet. He is terrible and-." "And hurt you." "He was very...pushy," Apollo murmured. "And that's bad. You know that. You are great and enough, more than enough."
Apollo sniffed: "I shouldn't burden you." "You don't burden me. I will marry you, I want to know everything that concerns you, the good and above all the bad things. You are the most important thing in my life and I want you to come to me with everything. I can't promise that I can help with everything, but I will always listen to you." Apollo was really crying now and Hyacinth simply pressed him against him and pressed his lips to Apollo's head.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Apollo whispered. "None of this. None of this thing. I love you and you love me. We are made for each other. The fates have connected our threads. No such stupid questions." Apollo laughed softly: "I love you." "I love you, darling."
They remained seated for some time until Apollo shifted in Hyacinth's lap. "Did you want to eat?" "That can wait." The God moved his hand and the table in front of them filled with food. "You are still mortal," he said. Hyacinth kissed the forehead of the god and took a bowl of grapes from the table. He took one for himself and then gave one to Apollo again and again until the bowl was empty. Then he did the same with the bread and cheese. "Would you like to try again together with the seating arrangement?" "If you want to do that to yourself," said Apollo. "Of course I want to help. This is also my wedding. Let's do it together."
Hyacinth didn't know most of the guest list, but Apollo told him about their problems and who hated whom. In the end, they had an order that would work. "Finally," Apollo sighed. He looked out the window. "I should take you back to Sparta." "Are you sure you want to be alone again?" Hyacinth asked. Apollo nodded: "I'll be fine. Thank you for your concern."
Apollo brought Hyacinth back and then lay down on his bed to stare at the ceiling. That had just been a bout of weakness like he had never had before. He usually held his posture. Above all, he didn't want to burden anyone with his problems. Hyacinth especially.
"Wakey, wakey, Polly." Apollo moaned: "I should make a lock on this balcony door." "As if that would stop me," Hermes said with a grin. "Why are you here?" "Cinthi said I should look after you. You would have had a small breakdown." "Do you often talk about me?" asked Apollo. "Sometimes, which is not the issue. Was it father or-." "Similar," Apollo murmured. "I don't want to talk about it again," he added. "Then let's do something funny, Apollo."
"What?" "Let's get Dio, Dite and Ari and go to a party. A little dancing, drinking, more dancing. Soon you won't be a bachelor anymore!" Apollo smiled at his best friend's enthusiasm: "All right." "Very good, change your clothes and let's go."