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It was still far too early for most beach goers. Let alone anyone who might want to surf the ocean waves. Luckily, the Sun God despised the water, so he was quite fine with the whole 'staying away from the actual water' part of it. Even for winter time, the deity was quite warm toned, bronzed with hair that was bleach blonde, with wispy bangs, wearing a low ponytail, the contents of which spilled over his right shoulder and down past his hips, the very tips just barely golden-ginger.
Wrapping around his neck was a black-line tattoo of wings that seemed to shimmer in the light as though they would simply lift off his tan skin and fly away. Despite the cool weather, he wore only a white tank top, black shades, khaki cargo pants, and at current, no shoes, as he was walking through the sand. The air around him warmed, and little flickers of fire wound through his hair, leaving a track of flickering embers in it's wake.
"Yo, Jackson?" The man didn't have any determinable age, devoid of wrinkles or facial hair, but that didn't make him look childish in the slightest. Probably somewhere in the mid twenties to early thirties age, though his demeanor screamed 'college frat boy.' "Enjoying the Sun?" He questioned, looking at his emo counterpart and date today, while giving a cheeky wink.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 11, 2020 22:42:10 GMT -5
They couldn't believe they were dragged out here so early. It was one of the few times they saw the sun this early in the day, and no amount of slick black hair blocked it from their eyes. Unlike their golden companion, they liked the water. But it was so bright out, there was no way to enjoy it. For winter, they looked like they blended in perfectly. Pale to the point of looking sick, and maybe a little translucent, with black hair pouring out of their head. The tangles ended a little past their shoulders, straight till it curled at the ends in different ways that reminded some of snakeheads. One eye glimmered red, sunken back into their skull, the other settled yellow.
Standing near the shore, the water gently splashed against their bare feet. They were covered, there was no way to tell if they even had a tattoo. Though the ones they had seemed to move. Or you kept forgetting where they are. A white hoodie was pulled over them, head pressing against the back of the hood. Grey cotton pants that looked like they had rolled out of bed with them on were pulled up to not get wet. Despite the distinct lack of black or band names on his clothes, they screamed emo.
"Sun Bastard." They held no name for the Sun God. That was all he called himself. Overly pompous. Still, they couldn't leave their old friend. It's cause of him they got to feel this again. They could have said yes, but the rays didn't feel right on their skin. "No. Where's the Cloud God to cover it up some?"
