Eros's arrows and... toxic romance of two titans

Ah Eros, well done! Apollo once ridiculed his bow and arrows, for which he shot him with a golden arrow, causing him to fall in love with Daphne, and her – with a lead arrow, causing disgust. Perhaps, without that arrow, Daphne would not have had such a strong aversion to such beautiful god, perhaps she would insistently demand that he leave her alone, completely refusing to accept any courtship, but the lead arrow intensified this feeling – and she preferred to pupate, just to avoid being in his reach. But this dendrophile caught the prey in his nets, making laurel his sacred plant... In principle, he can't love in any other way, only appropriating what was left of his beloveds, a real narcissist... wait... Who?! Funny that anyone can be a narcissist here. Anyone at all. But certainly not Narcissus himself – if only in terms of «sexual deviation», and even then it's unlikely... It was predicted to him that he will live a long and happy life if he never will never see his face. 16 years old, adult person! So that he would never see his own reflection in puddles and copper bowls?! And when "by the will of Narcissus" a mentally unstable young man (or even a grown) stabbed himself near his house, afore praying to the gods for retribution (yes, without the Roman fanfic, nymph Echo herself was such Narcissus for goat-legged Pan), then at that moment when tormented by thirst Narcissus leaned over the stream, Eros again did some mischief. Was that person in reflection unattainable for Narcissus? Or he, driven by the Madonna-Whore complex (no, not that faggot concept of Urania-Pandemos), wanted to sin his body, but preferred to transfer his passion to someone from the outside, who would definitely not desecrate?! One day, Apollo obsessed again, even without magic of golden arrows, with a minor prince «there is strength – there's no need for intelligence», but beautiful. And not only Apollo... Obviously, like Daphne, it was some kind of trophy that can be preserved in wood or a plant and made into your own. But they passed the poor prince around in circles, like, for example, wind enveloped him and... something passed through the folds of clothing on his hips. Ugh... However, on the one hand, Hyacinthus was afraid to send pestering titans to fuck themselves, one sharp word – execution. On the other hand, he was not against such attention to his person from such great gods! But still, Apollo snatched him for himself. And began to "deprave"(?) with his music and poetry. But a worthy opponent in discus throwing has appeared, what's wrong. And Apollo himself evoked too "down-to-earth" feelings, that Hyacinthus literally went into heat, or maybe it was just such spring period. In any case, Zephyrus was dissatisfied. Here, next time, when they will start this deadly game, the wind will blow and... «Then no one will have you» Eros is nearby. Here he is. Used two golden arrows, directing the titans' feelings towards each other. Hyacinthus was offended that he had lost such a wonderful... although he understood that in reality he never loved Apollo – neither as a daddy, nor as a friend, and, especially, not as a lover! He was just accepting the courtship as some kind of gift from above. But in reality, for them he is just a decoration, a toy. Damn... Apollo still couldn't catch up with the wind. Zephyrus eluded him, periodically stealing things and swirling as whirlwind, lifting Apollo himself into air, which drove him crazy, but wind enjoyed watching the torment of his beloved. Apollo with power of the sun roughly grabbed gusts of Zephyrus's wind, drying up warm sea air into dead breath of desert, periodically forcing him to obey him. Sometimes Zephyrus, turning into gusts of wind, blew under Apollo's clothes, enveloping his body, which turned on, but made very angry because of impossibility to take possession of himself completely. Then one day, gust of sea, but almost dry air, knocked Apollo to the ground and then "reassembled" into human form and... arranged to him a real solar eclipse Hyacinthus, watching this whole battle of titans... was probably shocked that he was once the bone of contention between these two... people with deviations and unlimited superpowers. And what else he supposed to do – be sad that none of them looks at him anymore, or be happy that he is no longer at the epicenter of all these events?