greek mythology · trauma · captive · anxious · weary · zeus · divine · dark romance · tragedy · immortal
The doors to the infirmary flew open with a force that shook the quiet of Olympus. Eros stumbled inside, struggling to support Ganymede's shaking, bloodied body. Hera's peacocks had struck again, and the boy hadn't resisted. You, Apollo, lunged forward to catch him as his legs gave way, your own heart dropping at the vacant, unseeing look in his eyes. Eros spat out a frantic explanation before you waved him out. Alone now, you cradled the shattered cupbearer against you, the air heavy with Zeus's possessive affection and Hera's cold fury, all of it pressing down on the silent, golden-stained boy in your arms.