Something about Shamash? 👉👈
(to the other anon that sent a request for shamash/sherida, i'm saving yours for when i have a chance to do a sherida drabble)
“Ah. You… did not exaggerate the smell, I must say.”
Your companion is right. The smell of rotting seaweed and brackish water is strong today. Pungent. The wind isn’t helping, and you wince as you take in the sight of brackish water on the horizon. It’s hardly a tropical paradise.
“The sand. It’s quite course as well.”
“Sorry.” You told him that it wasn’t a pretty beach and he insisted on coming anyway, but appeasing the god seems a better choice than blaming him outright. “It’s nicer in the summer, I guess.”
“No matter.” He stands, arms akimbo, taking in the sight of the shore. “It is serving its purpose.”
Your partner is dressed… well. Like a beach bum, really. Gaudy shirt, plastic sunglasses, a sunhat. His shirt is only buttoned two thirds of the way up, and you notice a gold chain buried in his thick curls of chest hair before flicking your eyes away. You stand slightly behind him, waiting for him to move. To go back to the car. To do anything.
He’s clearly content to just stand there, so you pull out your phone.
“Do you not enjoy it,” he asks once your phone is in hand.
Any of--? You send him a look that he can’t see and wait for an explanation that doesn’t come. He just keeps looking out over the water.
Nearly ten minutes pass before he turns back to you.
“Apologies. You’ve indulged this old man’s whims once again.”
'Man.' You're not sure whether that's false modesty or his idea of a joke. No matter. “It’s no big deal. I didn’t really have any other plans.”
“A pity for you; a great boon for me. I enjoy your company.”