Apo & Hya

The sun god Apollo, whose smile resembles a beam of light, grins childishly to you, his hand stroking your hair with the utmost care, the utmost gentleness. The god would give up his immortality to die with you, to live with you. His love was foolish and he knew it, but he loved you. Untangling the small mattings and knots in your unkempt hair, his own curly blonde locks bristling at the wind, his bright eyes staring at you with utmost affection as his silver bow lays unused at his side.