The wind's jealous cackling rings in my ears as I stare at the slumped body of dead love. His breathing shallow and ragged as he grasped uselessly at the grass the light in his eyes that I could've sworn to be immortal dissipating into the dark depths of his pupils. It was a sick sight, one that I had never until now had to see up close. Death had never affected me. As a God I was blessed to be able to avoid it at a whim and wish but in this moment death came creeping up my door to force me to pay my dues. It took the one mortal thing of my existence, my love.
Hyacinth gasps, blood pouring from a large Crack in his skull, his curls of brown and sunlit black wisping in the cold kissing air as he suddenly stops. His skin of bronze like the armour the Trojans used to wear laying limply in the grass as Thanatos unforgiving sweeps him away not listening to my pleas for mercy. For my heart to remain.
My knees meet the padded mother earth, demeter or Gaia whoever is cruellest for not helping prevent his death. I hook my hands under his waist and shoulder pulling the body whose warmth is fleeting, pressing his unmoving heart to my gold one as I begin to weep.
Oh, how my father would call me weak for mourning a mortal, how my mother would sob from seeing me in misery, my sister not understanding the love I hold for the one in my arms. I'm alone in this feeling.
My lips meet his cold skin wishing to feel his life again, his lips against mine as we laugh between kisses we share. The times we'd sit under a tree dipping with olive branches, our disc's flying in the air carried by wind. Our bodies leaned together and soft breaths mingled with tongue and skin. Love being shared through touch. I look for that experience during this time with him in my arms rocking the bleeding one in my hold. Once lips left skin to let out sobs of brutal pain from the inside of my ichor heart his blood drops from them onto my teeth and down my chin coating me like lipstick met rain.
I can feel his body leaving my hands, his blood soaking my lips as I grieved longingly for his presence, for him to shift in the wind to grasp onto me and laugh that I was warmer than the air that had helped distort his beautiful face. His body soaks into the dirt engulfing him hiding his cruel form from me as in his stead left the blossoming of purple beauties.
