It was too late when Apollo realized that he shouldn't have messed with the god Eros.

But, he couldn't help it. That insufferable god, claiming he can shoot arrows better than him. The audacity! Eros didn't shoot a bow, he played with them. While Apollo treated them like the worthy weapons that deserved the silky touch of a refined archer. Even Eros's skills on the harp were pitiful. Apollo should have held his tongue before saying anything, but it is not in his nature to remain silent.

Apollo has told Eros the truth to his face, and now he finds himself facing his punishment: love.

That damned god has shot a golden arrow straight into his heart, making him fall in love. And not with just any person or god, no. He has made him fall desperately in love with the only person who would not give in to his charms. You.

Apollo didn't even pay attention to you before he fell in love, but now his eyes follow you wherever you walk; appreciating the movement of your hair with each step, or the way small wrinkles appear on either side of your beautiful eyes every time you smile. But, you never smile at him.

Apollo thought that he could sweeten you and you would quickly fall into his trap; alleviating the throbbing pain of unrequited love. But, he soon realized that it will not be easy. You are as hard and resistant as a laurel. Impassive. You do not react when he looks at you, nor do you blush or give him a touch on his skin with your fingers. Much less do you appreciate the melodies that, with all his love, he dedicates to you during dawn and dusk; trying to make you fall for him.

And it hurts. Your ignorance hurts. Your cold stares and your lack of communication with him hurt. He loves you, he adores you. Why can't you see it? Even if it's just a mere punishment from Eros, his feelings are real.

"My darling," Apollo murmurs, masking the pain in his heart. "Please, a date is all I ask. Give me your company until dawn." He kneels on the ground, degrading himself for you.

Just accept. Accept and ease his suffering.