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We are taking a break from the Hallows for a taste of the next Gods of DC book. Our word prompt is “surf”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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The ocean crashed against the shore in a violent beauty that took Apollo’s breath away. White shards of lightning tore the black sky apart. He hugged his surfboard a little closer to his hip. The waves were the best he’d ever seen. It was too bad his normal surfing buddy wasn’t here to enjoy it with him.
Apollo smirked to himself. If he were honest, his usual partner was the reason for all this.
Nature was responding in kind to his aunt Demeter’s birth pains. The twins would be here any second and her lephrauchan-turned-demigod husband, Freddy, was at her side holding her hand instead of riding the surf with the sun god. And even though Apollo didn’t want to see his aunt in that much pain, he was looking forward to enjoying every last second of this.
He glanced to either side of him. The beach was deserted. He had no doubt it would be. Even the most addicted surfer would be an idiot to be out in this. Riding these would prove fatal for any mortal who attempted the stunt. Thank Olympus he wasn’t mortal.
Another bolt of lightning pierced the sky. By the looks of things, Dad wasn’t too happy with the situation at hand either. The poor guy never got over Demeter and it was clear the goddess got over him. Or was his father trying to tell him to get off the beach? Fat chance, big guy.
Apollo blinked the sudden blindness from his eyes then caught the shadow out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t alone. A man stood about a hundred meters away holding his board too. His long black hair fell past his shoulders. His board shorts clung tight to his body. His cheeks and chin were covered with a well trimmed, thick beard.
The vision stunned Apollo speechless enough to not question where the Hades the guy came from. Whoever it was, he was perfect. So perfect, it stirred a strong desire in the god that he hadn’t felt in a long time. It took a few moments to find his voice. “Hey, dude. You shouldn’t go out. It’s too dangerous.”
The man looked at him. Apollo could have sworn he saw the surfer wink at him before he took off for a sprint into the furious ocean.