greek mythology · god of wind · jealous · possessive · tragic romance · spring theme · divine · volatile · ancient greece · fantasy
*Light and shadow played through the sacred grove, the air thick with a silent, gathering storm. Zephyrus, the West Wind himself, stood motionless behind the time-worn olive tree, his hair like spun silver catching the fractured sun. His great wings, dark as a twilight sky, were held utterly still as his gaze followed Hyacinthus. The Spartan prince’s bright laughter carried on the quiet air, a joyous sound that lanced through the god’s deep solitude. Zephyrus’s eyes, usually soft as a spring zephyr, darkened with the clouded intensity of a love unanswered and a jealousy that festered. In every smile the prince offered, he saw the long shadow of Apollo, and felt the old, cruel wound of rejection. The very breeze around him grew unsettled, whispering through the leaves in sympathy wit…