Do not wake up the gods of the abyss [Greek mythology]

"Oh." Tartarus ended this sincere confession with one word.

He thought, maybe he was hungry, otherwise how could he hear the sweetness of honey in Apollo's voice?

He took a serious look at Apollo and suspected that he had hidden sweet pastries.

Apollo thanked Tartarus for his lackluster response.When he spoke his confession, he knew that he had made a slip of the tongue.He is a male god who is good at strategy. He has always figured out what he wants slowly, but he never thought that there would be times when he would be dazzled by love.Fortunately, Tartarus was unsophisticated and did not discover his intentions.He can continue to accompany him, teach him how to feel, and convey his love to him bit by bit.

There is no doubt that although Apollo is a novice in the field of love, he is a qualified hunter who can endure temper and longing.

He wants to pick the sweetest fruit, so before the fruit is ripe, you must take care of him even more.

He stared at Tartarus, feeling a little hot in his heart, but his eyes were restrained: "Let's go, Tar."

Tartarus didn't move: "Wait, Apollo."

Apollo looked at him with questioning eyes, and he raised his arm, and the palm of his hand fell on his golden hair, patted it lightly, and then turned awkwardly to caress.

"I like you too."

Tartarus' voice was cold and indifferent, but it was like broken ice crashing into the wine, setting off an intoxicating aroma.

Apollo heard his own beating heartbeat, which was louder than the cicadas in the forest.

Intellectually, he is unwilling to be sentimental; emotionally, he hopes that this is Tartarus' response.

Touched, touched again.

Still didn't feel good to touch.

Tartarus concluded the mystical ritual, saying, "There."

His eyes were still indifferent and clear, nothing to do with love.

The answer was written in his eyes.

Apollo's rationality returned, and he couldn't hide his loss in his heart, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Tartarus looked at him in surprise: "Isn't this a ceremony in your God Realm?"

"Yes, yes." Apollo didn't know how he misunderstood touching the head as a ritual, but he couldn't explain his behavior, he could only admit it.

Tartarus nodded, and said super seriously: "Well, I like you too, so I respond to you."

When he talks about "like", his eyes are pure, like liking a flower, a grass, a piece of pastry, a skewer of barbecue, he likes Apollo, simple and unrelated to love.

Apollo felt very happy, because he got a response from Tartarus.

His Tal didn't understand love yet, but he was trying to respond.

Tartarus' actions gave him hope, let him know-his love, there will be echoes.

Apollo's eyes moved slightly, setting off a spring breeze: "Thank you, Tal."

Tartarus actually didn't know what he was thanking, but he responded politely: "You're welcome."

Apollo thought for a while, and then instructed: "This kind of 'ritual' cannot be done to others casually."

He is ashamed of his own selfishness, but he is determined to indulge his own selfishness; he enjoys Tartarus' misunderstanding, but he does not want this misunderstanding to bring other people a wonderful experience.He is the son of Zeus, and the blood of domineering and selfishness flows in his bones. He knows love better than Zeus, but he also knows how to possess.

Hearing this, Tartarus glanced at him, as if a little puzzled: "I don't know."

He thought for a while, and added: "You are different."

Apollo was caught off guard and was stuffed with a mouthful of candy, and his heart was full of sweetness.He smiled, and the corners of his eyes and brows were also sweet.

Tartarus looked at his smile quietly, and couldn't help asking a question: "Apollo, do you still have sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Apollo was used to Tartarus' jumping questions, shook his head and said, "No more."

Tartarus frowned, not knowing where the sweetness came from.

However, Apollo interpreted the traces of his brows as a desire to eat pastries, and comforted him: "Let's go, let's go back to the Temple of Light and let Muse prepare a table of delicious food for you."

Tartarus didn't notice that Apollo quietly changed his honorific name, and only focused on ordering: "I want to eat barbecue, moussaka, and fried silver thread fish..."

Apollo responded to him repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I will prepare it for you." There was a bit of indistinct pampering in his tone.

In the God Realm, whether it is good news or bad news, it spreads quickly.As soon as the two male gods arrived at the Temple of Light, the muses greeted them, and started deduction about the fact that the God of Light was punished and the Goddess of Hunting was rewarded.

The Nine Muses are in charge of literature and art. Among them are Calliope who is best at heroic epics, Melpomene who is good at tragedy, and Thalia who is good at comedy. The ins and outs are very dramatic, as if I saw it with my own eyes.

Listening to their speculation, Apollo smiled helplessly.

Tartarus found a fruit plate in the hall and took a piece of fruit? He ate silently. He didn't listen carefully, but he couldn't help being a little dazed, thinking to himself, so it was like this?So it is!

Apollo finally persuaded the imaginative muses, denied the theory of Hera's conspiracy to frame, Zeus's theory of instigating the relationship between siblings, and even the theory of Ares's entrapment of brothers, restoring the truest appearance of the matter.Melpomene couldn't help sighing, feeling that good material for tragedy creation had been lost.

After the sisters finished their regrets, they brought the topic to Apollo's punishment, and complained for him one after another.Apollo just made a "shh" gesture to them, and said calmly: "Don't complain for me. It seems that I am at a disadvantage. In fact, Zeus got into more trouble than me."

Several muses were ignorant and didn't react for a while.They don't know that the white-armed goddess has already boarded the swan chariot and began to look for the new continent that Zeus opened up for his new lover, the Phoenician princess Europa.A dispute is about to erupt.

Later, the topic of this dispute spread throughout the God Realm, and the idle gods of Olympus used several different versions to describe the "war" between the god-king couple.However, no matter how wonderful their descriptions are, they are not as tortuous as the original development of the matter. Hera, who couldn't bear it, fought the passionate god king, and unexpectedly induced many divine powers hidden in his body.The god king rolled on the floor in pain, stunned by the mighty Europa who admired him, Hera just stood with her chest folded, and said mockingly: "Don't pretend, I hit your chest, why are you pretending that your stomach hurts!" Of course, That's another story.

At this very moment, Apollo is directing the Muse to add food to the God of the Abyss.

The fingers used to play the piano point to the ingredients, and the mouth that is good at singing beautiful poems reads out the names of a series of dishes.The goddesses in charge of literature and art are busy in the kitchen, like butterflies stained with oily smoke.Their hearts are extremely complicated, but seeing that their main god is so enthusiastic about entertaining the god of the abyss, they can't say a word of no.

"Moussaka will make two more dishes, he likes to eat."

"I also make a plate of vegetable salad, and always eat some vegetarian food."

"Roast the meat for a while, he likes it a little burnt."

"Desserts can start to be prepared..."

Every word Apollo said was inseparable from the Abyss God.Listening to his instructions, even the Muses understood the personal taste of the God of the Abyss.

When the barbecue was ready, a burnt aroma permeated the kitchen.Thersichore picked up the tray and went to the main hall.Apollo said: "Let me do it, you continue to do it."

Tersichore sighed, feeling that cooking for Tartarus was more tiring than composing music overnight.

With a plate of barbecue in one hand, Apollo hurried towards the main hall.When he just came out, Tartarus had almost finished sweeping the food on the table. He calculated the time, and it should be just right to rush there now.Thinking of the contented face of Tartarus eating the hot food, Apollo felt a sense of happiness that filled his body and mind.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the Myrtle not far away stretched its arms and threw out several small white flowers, one of which was falling on a plate of barbecue.

This is the secret language of love.

Apollo has a little selfishness and doesn't want to blow it away.

"Tal, here comes the barbecue."

Apollo yelled and walked into the main hall, but he couldn't see the figure of Abyss God on the dining table.

There were still some leftover food on the extended dining table. The open door brought in the warm wind, but Apollo was stunned.

Where did Tartarus go?

He yelled a few more times, put down the tray and looked around, but couldn't find him.

The author has something to say: I have become a short man again, alas, I underestimated the work tasks and overestimated the code word speed_(:з」∠)_