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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “bug”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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The beach was far busier in the afternoon than when he was here at night. Families flocked to islands of beach towels on the scorching sand. A team of girls wearing hardly anything bounced on either side of a volleyball net as they passed the ball to each other. The deep blue water ahead was speckled with dots of color as swimmers bobbed up and down.
Apollo watched the scene before him as he clenched his surfboard to his side. He would have to move down coast to an area with fewer bodies. He didn’t want to heal some poor mortal he took out with his board.
The deep scent of salt water broke his heart a little. It had been three days since he woke up next to Khalil. The jinn disappeared from his life. He still kicked himself for not calling that old coot Helios to take over the sun duties for the day so he could spend the day in bed with his new lover. Each day seemed to drag on longer and longer.
It had been a while since the god had fallen so hard. The ache was almost unbearable. If Khalil were mortal, Apollo could track him down. Since he was a jinn instead, he pretty much disappeared off the face of the planet.
When the offer came up to get away from the daily grind and go surfing, Apollo jumped at the chance. He irritated Helios until the old dude couldn’t take it anymore. One of the only Titans not banished to Tartarus, he was less than thrilled when Zeus issued the edict to abandon Olympus for the mortal world. Now the old hermit lived in a remote cabin in the Rockies surrounded by wild animals and bugs of all shapes and sizes. He hoped it would ward off nosy humans.
However, it didn’t keep away young, persistent gods who needed a day off right now. Helios spat out a few choice curse words about Apollo and his sports car before he sped off into the sky.
A small grin cracked Apollo’s face at the sight of the red haired surfer navigating the sand in his direction. Freddy wielded his board around a gang of toddlers ambling past him then jogged the rest of the way.
“You snuck out,” Apollo greeted.
“I got kicked out, you mean,” Freddy replied as he staked the board into the dune in front of him. Every muscle on the lean leprechaun-turned-demigod rippled as he stretched. His physique screamed Greek god over the tiny mythological lucky creature.
Apollo frowned. “What do you mean kicked out? Is everything okay?”