Your personal Tumblr library awaits
One of my heart-wrenching mythological headcanons is that Apollo, to some extent, felt afflicted for bringing about Patroclus' death since like. it reminded him of how guilty and devastated he felt when he lost his Hyacinth, whose demise was partly his fault. Like, he literally had to cause and witness the death of another faultless young man who just wanted to live for and with his beloved...and he was once beloved himself
If I got a cent for every devastatingly tragic love story (any kind of love) I'm obsessed with where the two are so painfully sweet yet so incredibly doomed by the narrative at the same time and one of them dies leaving the other alone and utterly destroyed by their grief bc they've lost their only reason for living (bonus point if the soul of the died one literally haunts the other, whose only wish is to join them) I'd be filthy rich and it's not even funny. im crying. it's not damn funny at all actually don't even talk to me im going to curl up in my small little corner sobbing. bye
Apollo and Hyacinthus, artwork by me 🪻