[RL at the beach~]
Surfing. Who would have imagined that? He grinned to himself as he scribbled down a note to tell his foster family he wouldn't be home early that day. The magnets gave a loud click as he stuck the note to the door of the refrigerator, and he glanced over at the clock on the kitchen
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The sun god pulled the car up to the curb, switching the ignition off before hopping out. Long, confident strides carried him up the path cutting through the nicely manicured lawn and to the front door, where he pushed the doorbell a couple of times.
He ran a hand through his hair and waited, chest swelling with excitement. He'd show Eros, he'd show them all.
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"Apollo!" He reached out and pulled the god into a fierce hug, savouring the feel of it after not having seen his erastes in such a long time.
There was a temptation to pinch himself, but Hyacinth decided that even if this was a dream, he didn't have to know it was.
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"I've missed you, Hyacinthus." He murmured happily as he pulled away, absolutely glowing. "Are you ready to go?"
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"I am," he said, after the lock snicked into place. He looked over to the car, with the surfboards strapped to the top. "... Costa Rica seems a bit far to travel in that."
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"I didn't want to frighten your neighbors with my chariot, sweetheart." Apollo replied with a lilt, taking his hand and leading him to the rather gaudy - but practical! - vehicle. He gallantly pulled the passenger side door open for Hyacinth, flicking it shut once the boy was inside. "Don't forget who you're talking to, μωρό~" He slapped a palm lightly against the car door before returning to the driver's side. "We'll get there in no time."
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"I can hardly forget who I'm talking to." He settled down in the seat, flashing a grin over. "Were you really considering the chariot?"
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"And, yes, I was~ I aim to impress you. But, seeing as suburbia doesn't take well to the divine unless it comes in the form of silly leather bound books, I decided I would fashion myself a car." The motor thrummed to life, and after rather studiously checking the empty residential street for any signs of life, the sun god pulled out into the street, driving at a modest 25 mph. "I was inspired by the Beach Boys, have you heard of them?" He glanced at Hyacinth for an answer before turning back to the road. "Oh, do put on your seatbelt."
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"You impress me plenty without a blazing chariot and prancing horses, as it is." None of the neighbours he knew were out and about at this time, and he turned his gaze back to Apollo again. "No, can't say I've heard of them and-" he tugged on the seatbelt dutifully- "Why the seatbelt? Planning to crash the car?"
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And with that, the sun god punched the gas - the scenery blew by like a flip book, houses turning rapidly to cities to fields to trees to water until he slammed on the brakes, bringing the old Woody to a skidding stop on a beautiful, sandy beach. The sun glinted off the azure sea, and Apollo cast a smug grin at Hyacinth. "Welcome to Costa Rica, sweetheart."
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Wow. He didn't remember seeing anything like this in his entire life; once, he'd seen the sea on a military campaign, but it was nothing like this.
Slowly, his lips curled upwards as he hesitated a glance at Apollo. "I'm not surprised you like this place."
He stripped off the grey sweater that'd kept him warm in winter, but was now no longer of any use, and stepped out of the car in his T-shirt and jeans. "Ready to teach me surfing, now?"
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Once the god was out of the car, his warm winter clothes (not that he needed them, but times had changed and he couldn't just walk about in a toga when visiting mortals) disappeared, replaced by a pair of white swim trunks, one leg adorned with a fiery orange and yellow sun.
Barefoot, he headed across the sand to the boy, pulling him close with a playful smile. "I am. Why don't we get you into something more suitable for surfing?" Feeling generous, Apollo laid a hand on Hyacinth's hip - completely innocently, mind you - and transfigured the blue jeans into a pair of white and blue swim trunks. The shirt, however, disappeared completely. Less is more, really. ♥
(ooc: I just realized now that Apollo should have brought him a bouquet of hyacinths... oh well, there's always next time. XD!)
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He reached up to kiss Apollo's cheek.
"Well then, let's get started. The day's wasting away."
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The sun god was surprisingly patient as he taught Hyacinth the basics of surfing - he took care to remember that mortal muscles were shaky, unsure, and most of all, horribly imbalanced.
However, it was rather charming to see the boy gain his balance on the board for moments before those adorable limbs went flailing and he toppled into the waves. Apollo, of course, retrieved him every time from Poseidon's grasp, laughing as he lifted Hyacinth from the water.
"Getting the hang of it yet?"
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He shook the water from his head, clambering onto the surfboard again and paddling out to deeper water, from the shallows of the beach.
"Poseidon can't get me that many times."
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The god would never admit it, but he was always somewhat jealous of the way mortals spent so much time and got so frustrated, trying to perfect a simple talent. Everything came so easy to him, he couldn't imagine what it must be like. Apollo came out of his reverie just in time to see Hyacinth shakily ride a small wave right to the sand.
"Bravo, Hyacinthus!" He called in a delighted voice, clapping his hands as he strode across the water to meet him. "How was it, darling?"
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"... Fun," he said, not sure how else to describe it. "I'm going to try it again~"
He took Apollo's hand, pulling him along slightly. "You've been doing nothing but teaching me. Aren't you bored?"
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