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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. We’re working with a picture prompt for inspiration.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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“Son of a bitch.” Apollo raced after the guy, charging into the raging surf with his board at the ready. He flopped belly down onto it then paddled with his arms and legs into the waves. They crashed and exploded, tossing him around like a rag doll. He didn’t fall off though. He kept churning through as he looked for the breathtaking man through the water. He had been buried under the surface for far too long for a mortal. If he were human, he would be dead.
Thank Olympus he wasn’t.
His head broke the surface of the water. He took the moment to look around. The storm carried on over his head. The current dragged both him and his board away from the beach. The piercing ray of the lighthouse above the drag of rocks broke through the black.
In the beam of light he saw the other surfer riding a wave like a professional. Except that no expert on the planet could master the surf like he was.
Apollo’s heart stuck in his throat as the mystery man teetered off his board and disappeared beneath the ink black water. Apollo paddled as fast as he could in that direction. He used a bit of his power as a god to get him there quicker. Water wasn’t his specialty. That realm belonged to his uncle, Poseidon. But he’d move Olympus and earth to save this innocent from a watery grave.
He didn’t know how long he searched but Apollo found himself alone in the sea. The lump in his throat sank to his gut. How he could miss someone he never knew baffled him but he felt the loss deep in his core. The breath from his deep sigh cut a path through the waves. Dejected, he worked his way back to the shore.