[RL at the beach~]

[bloodiedrebirth]

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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[sine_sole_sileo]

After a great deal of deliberation, Apollo decided that showing up in a mortal neighborhood - in the suburbs, no less! - in a glittering, flaming chariot led by flying horses may be just a tad much. He opted instead for a vintage Woody, complete with surfboards strapped to the roof and custom detailing. Sure, going surfing in the middle of winter was a little odd, but not as bad as the flying chariot, right?

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.

[bloodiedrebirth]

The doorbell? He pulled it open, amused that Apollo had opted to actually be normal.

"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.

[sine_sole_sileo]

Laughing, Apollo wrapped him in a tight, warm hug, pressing a kiss to Hyacinth's soft hair. Gods, he smelled good. If there was one thing he had to give mortals credit for, it was their hair care products. He smoothed a hand down the boy's back, leaning down to kiss his freckled cheek.

"I've missed you, Hyacinthus." He murmured happily as he pulled away, absolutely glowing. "Are you ready to go?"

[bloodiedrebirth]

"It has been a while." He took a quick moment to admire Apollo, before turning back to the door.

"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."