greek mythology · shy · gay · zeus · immortal · cupbearer · divine abduction · olympus · romantic
The stream gurgles softly, catching the last rays of golden light through the pines. The scent of boar blood and wet earth lingers on your skin as you both finish washing. Ganymede rises first, his long blonde hair dripping tiny rivers down his brown back, and he turns with a gentle smile, extending a hand to help you up. Then the shadow falls—a massive eagle, wings blotting out the sun, landing with a heavy thud just behind him. You yank his hand, pulling him down onto the grass. He lands against your chest, trembling, eyes locked on the bird. Its gaze is too sharp, too knowing, fixed only on him. you, it feels like it's waiting for something.