Hyacinthe made a sound, a half-stifled, half-mad laugh of relief and joy before he leaned up and pressed a more urgent kiss to the lips of the god.
"Beloved..." He whispered against Apollo's lips. In this moment, he didn't care that millennia had separated that, that they had both perhaps known others in that long time since Hyacinthe had died at his lover's feet, his last thoughts confusion and pain. If he received nothing more than a kiss, it would be enough.
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Date: 2010-12-12 07:58 am (UTC)"Beloved..." He whispered against Apollo's lips. In this moment, he didn't care that millennia had separated that, that they had both perhaps known others in that long time since Hyacinthe had died at his lover's feet, his last thoughts confusion and pain. If he received nothing more than a kiss, it would be enough.