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Plumes of light and the softest of sunrays filled the room as the God of Music materialized into the room. And the muses whispered as he entered, and whispered even more when he acknowledged them not, and instead, as if in a daze, moved towards the window sill where the bench greeted him and stared out the window towards the river. 

There was a certain look in his eyes  —  tender yet stroking the thin lines of madness at the same time. When even Euterpe and Thalia failed to get him to speak, the eldest of the muses ushered them out, leaving the last entity in the room in his silence.

Time consumed him, as love did. How many hours had passed since his arrival? Yet  —  what is mere hours to an immortal? The concept of time never did make any sense to Apollo and left on heartaches and wounds inside him   —  one that bled and bled, one that he never seemed to bother to stitch up.

He was in love. Once and again, as he often did. But this time it was different. This time it was he had no control over his heart, his mind, his body. Like a frenzied being propelled forwards only by love. Oh   —  ! How wonderful it was.

‘Dear Bakkhos, how long have you paced by the doors and how much more do you plan on lingering?’ He called out to the figure, shrouded in the dark embrace of the night, lighted only by the soft silvers of the moon above them. Apollo need not to turn around to know who had come to him. He could tell without having to see him, without having to hear him. He knew the other intimately, knew him since his childhood, knew him all through his adulthood. 

‘Come closer,’ he called out yet his eyes bothered not to grace the other with their warmth. ‘Come closer and talk of love with me. This manic feeling in my heart, it never seems to stop, not even for a second. The drumming of tenderness, the obsession to posses, the desire to love. Is this how you usually feel, dear brother? I want the young  nymph to feel my deep affections for her ! ’ he exclaimed and his voice was shaking and raw with emotion. 

Apollo had been in love before. He had been in love many a times before. But never like this. Yes, he knelt to love. Yes, he slaved for love. But all those, he did very consciously. But through all, he never lost his head over love.