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@poisonedspider early morning surfing beach week

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Technically, it was early morning.

Technically.

Blitz hadn't actually slept though. So, for him, he was still debating whether or not it even was morning at all. Sure, the sky was a little brighter red than it had been a few hours ago, but... well, shit. Did that even count? Fun as it was to be here, this didn't really feel right as far as beach vacations went. Blitz had seen people who were at the real thing, and he knew that no matter how hard Hell tried, it was never the same.

So, when he saw Angel Dust out on the beach, he made what was probably going to be a terrible mistake, committing to a ridiculous plan.

Blitz grabbed a surfboard, tucked it under his arm, then managed to get a longboard as well. That one was a lot fucking harder to manage for him, but given how tall Angel was, it seemed a lot more the spider's size. He was strong enough to carry both boards, at least, even if it was a struggle to resist the temptation to dig his claws into the longboard. Blitz didn't want to ruin it, though, so he just kept readjusting his hold as he dragged it down towards Angel. It was really just the two of them on the beach at this hour, the waves were small and listless--and lame for surfing--and the end of the surfboard seemed loud as it hissed through the sand where Blitz had to drag it.

But all the same, when he made it to Angel, there was a definitely glint to his eyes and pure mischief in the imp's grin.

"Hey, Angel. You got some time?"

Blitz hefted up the bigger surfboard and offered it to him. The spade of his tail was twitching--a sign among imps that he was absolutely up to something and was barely trying to hide it, although the Sinner might not know that. Not that Blitz was hiding much at all, strictly speaking; Blitz was wearing little black shorts that fully revealed muscular thighs, and had a black cotton shirt on--unbuttoned, of course-- showing all of the toned muscle down his abdomen. There were large snowy-white patches of skin all over his body, the same as Angel would have been able to see on his face before. Blitz was wearing gloves again today, as always when he met Angel, but they were smaller than usual, just covering his hands to the wrist rather than going halfway up his arms the way his favorites did. One of his gloves had a glittering golden crystal embedded in it today, almost the same gleaming color as his eyes. There were usually large yellow pads on the backs of the gloves, so it wasn't that unusual, impact-absorbers to protect his hands during combat, but the gem was far prettier, sparkling in the red light.

Despite not having slept, the imp looked energetic and awake, genuinely pleased to see Angel.

"Paddle out with me. Even if there aren't any waves to catch. Please."

It was too early in the morning, and far too peaceful a morning at that, to feel anything but contentment when Angel agreed to go. Blitz smiled, watching him stand up and take the board. He didn't try to look at his feet, didn't even say anything about them, just waited until Angel was in the water, until Angel turned to look at him, calling out like that... Fuck, that guy was so light somehow. Blitz knew that was partially an illusion, because Angel had a hell of a lot of trauma dragging him down, but still, there was something special about him. Maybe it was just charisma, maybe it was just--whatever it was that drew everyone to him so readily. But it drew Blitz, too.

He watched for a moment longer, enjoying the view, before he ran out into the water too. Blitz chucked his board down and laid on it, wiggling around until he felt like he was in a good position to start paddling. Then, he looked over at Angel. This... was definitely a bad idea. The worst idea, maybe. But fuck it, why not? Why not take the opportunity to steal a beautiful moment now and then, when they could? It wasn't like the world was just going to offer them up for free.

"I don't want you to drown," Blitz said, finally answering him. He just looked at Angel for a moment more, floating next to him, then nodded to a little point of land. "Let's paddle out to get parallel with that, but not too close to shore. And then... uh, you know. We'll um... It'll be worth it." It would, he told himself firmly, trying not to be nervous. He had practiced with the crystal often enough by now, even if every time it left him feeling a little more hollow with heartache, a little more lost without the lover he'd almost had, the lover he couldn't hold onto, that he ought to be confident in his ability to open the portals. Still, taking Angel out of Hell... Lucifer might get pissed at them for it whenever they came back, and Blitz didn't know what it might really mean to be on the receiving end of Lucifer's fury. Probably nothing good...

But what the fuck.

Life was full of shit that was never good.

Blitz started paddling, focused and just enjoying the physicality of it, the feeling of the board moving as he dug his hands into the water. The ocean of Hell were listless and lifeless at best, but this was still nice, still fun. And once they were far enough out that he didn't think anyone could stop them, Blitz looked over at Angel and nodded. "Let's take a trip. A short one. But let's go somewhere the water's actually fucking beautiful."

He didn't wait to see if Angel agreed. Blitz might lose his nerve if he did. Instead, he opened the portal there and paddled through it to the other side--

To Earth.

The sunlight was brilliant. It felt like it sang against his skin. The water was alive, vibrant and alive and even the way it moved was different. It was early morning there too, near the tropical island he was now floating off of, the sun barely above the horizon. The wind felt bright, and the crashing of waves on the golden sand was somehow soothing rather than intimidating, at least to Blitz. It was beautiful here... He sat up straight and then leaned his head back, eyes closed, trying not to listen to hear if Angel came through the portal, waiting and hoping all the same.

Blitz had needed this, he realized. Needed to be somewhere beautiful, somewhere alive. His heart was a hollow place these days, an aching place, and moments like this might keep it going a little while longer.

Angel was used to an absolutely terrible sleep schedule, having consistently gotten home in the middle of the night - uh, morning? - when Valentino would work him until he could practically not stand anymore. It had been an odd thing to be able to have a vacation, something that everyone had agreed to in the Pride Ring - even Valentino. Now that Lucifer was 'back in action', he was pretty sure his boss didn't want to upset the Princess. Angelic steel wasn't the only thing that could kill a sinner for good.

Because of that though, he had woken up far earlier than he had been wanting to. Of course, the one opportunity he has to sleep in, and his body is on high alert. Decades of cocaine addiction and partying into the night would do that, he supposed. But there was no point just wasting the few free days he had in this relaxing place just staring at his ceiling. Which was what had gotten him up and going to the beach, even if he was by himself.

In a way, that had been nicer. Not that he minded company, being an absolute extrovert. But while everyone else was resting - or fucking, who knew, that seemed like something that would probably happen this week and he totally wasn't jealous - he felt like he didn't have to put on that celebrity facade. Sometimes, Angel just liked to be comfortable. It was why he had gone to the beach in a pair of swim trunks which absolutely still screamed Angel Dust, but were much less revealing and more cozy. A pink matching bikini top over the fluff of his chest.

He had been sitting along the edge of the beach, knees brought up to his chest, watching the sun rise. Well, rise as much as it could in Hell. It was pretty - prettier than anything he had seen since dying, really. But he was drawn away from it as he heard the drag of the surf board, even before Blitzo had talked. The spider more or less glanced in that direction, laughing lightly as the small imp struggled with both the boards.

"Yeh' look like yeh' could use some help there." He teased, though didn't move from his spot, eyes taking in the imp. God, he was so hot. He didn't even pretend to not be checking him out, though pink eyes met gold as he raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like ah' got time? Of course ah' do. Starin' out inta' the ocean, or well, whatever excuse we have f' an ocean in Hell....it ain't exactly occupin' all mah' time." He laughed, though he knew what Blitz was going to ask him before he even did. No way would he be dragging two boards otherwise.

"Well it's a good thing there ain't no waves tah' catch, because unless yeh' want meh' tah' drown, that ain't no good idea. Ah' have no fuckin' clue how tah' surf." He stressed, though finally stood, brushing the sand from the revealed white fur of his thighs. He hadn't considered getting into the water, uncertain of what to do about his boots, pausing for a moment before he took one of the boards.

"But fine. Ah' ain't gonna say no. Especially if it's just....sittin' there." He looked out to the ocean, back to his boots, back to the ocean, and - "....if yeh' look at mah' feet, Blitz, ah' swear to fuckin' Satan that ah' will absolutely shoot yeh'." He stressed, bending down momentarily to unzip the sides of the long black boots he so commonly wore, pulling them off his fluffy feet and setting them aside. Before Blitz could even say anything, he was running towards the water with the board, laughing and making sure he was submerged up to at least his knees sooner rather than later. "Well? Yeh' comin'?"

Thankfully, they were far enough out from shore that the waves and the morning breezes probably carried away at least some of Angel's scream, if not most of it, but Blitz still jumped, eyes widening in startlement. He turned to look, closing the portal as he did--

Angel.

Human Angel.

Angel how he was supposed to look, once upon a time. Beautiful and alive, eyes sparkling with vitality even if his upset and precious face was sparkling with seawater. Blitz didn't know if Angel was alive again or if the crystal had just given him a damn good disguise, but either way, he was stunning.... aaaaand they'd just had that discussion about drowning.

Blitz moved over to help him back up onto his surfboard. The imp was still in his demonic form, so he was careful with his claws as he helped pull Angel up. After a moment though, just the briefest hesitation, Blitz touched the crystal again, connecting to the energy that was so deeply a part of him now.

The human disguise took quickly.

Blitz wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as Angel. He was muscular, the build of a fighter so different than the musculature of a dancer. Dark olive skin--save for his burns. Angel might not have known they were burns before, Blitz reflected, but there was no missing it now. His burns scars were thick and dark, an ugly testament to the pain of that survival. He looked down at his hands, at the warped skin that brought back too many memories. Imp-skin took scars more elegantly--almost like Lucifer had made them to suffer, Blitz thought.

"Guess we better look the part." Blitz smiled, albeit a little hesitantly. The mark on his forehead was still there, and his head was clean-shaven, his eyes a rich and inviting maroon with little flecks of gold. He looked sweet--dangerous, sure, he absolutely looked like the kind of guy who could beat a man to death, but there was absolutely a sweetness there, a sincerity.

"I just figured, you know. If we're gonna have a beach week, let's have a few hours where it's real. Where it... doesn't feel so fuckin' hopeless and hollow." He looked back at the lush green hills, at the cliffs rising here and there with patches of golden beach between them. The air smelled incredible, a smell that Hell could never, never compete with. No amount of Bee's brews or confections could be as sweet as this.

Blitz closed his eyes and leaned his head back. It felt strange not to have a tail or horns, but for a little while, it was nice. So nice.

"You okay?"

Most people would probably think that a twink like Angel Dust wouldn't be able to keep up with something this athletic. Joke's on fucking them. Being a stripper and a dancer meant he had plenty of strength, and he didn't even struggle or lose breath as he paddled out, following Blitz. It probably helped that he had extra arms, and way more height than the other, but it wasn't hard to keep up at all.

He stopped when the imp had, sitting up and resting two of his hands back against the surfboard behind him, leaning back as they just, well, bobbed there. Like Blitz had said. Once the other started speaking, Angel raised an eyebrow in confused curiosity, "....ah' ain't got no shrooms or molly or nothin' out here, man, so ah' ain't know how we gonna take a trip." A snort, though his eyes widened as Blitz raised up that crystal and -

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." It took a lot for Angel Dust to be absolutely stunned into silence, but this was one of those moments. It wasn't the Earth that he knew, because he had never been anywhere close to Hawai'i. He was part of the concrete jungle of Brooklyn, the most water access he had being the Hudson River, whenever him or his brother or dad had to throw bodies into it.

But he knew that was Earth. The human world. The world of the living. He hesitated, not even out of fear, but because...what if he couldn't go through that portal? What if he double died? Sinners weren't allowed to leave the Pride Ring. He had obviously never tried it, but. Blitz seemed to go through no problem, but of course he hadn't - he was an imp. He was hellborn. Hellborn didn't have the same limitations as sinners.

But Angel Dust would hate himself if he didn't try. If he double died, so be it he supposed. At least he would get to feel genuine sunlight one last time. He took a huge breath as if steadying himself, before paddling up and towards the portal, pushing himself through it and - oh. Oh. Okay. He wasn't...he wasn't dead. He knew that much. He had closed his eyes far too tightly as he had passed through, but felt the warmth of the sun right away, the lap of the waves on his legs.

It felt....different. Eyes peeking open, one at a time, he laughed lightly, pushing hands through his hair. "Holy crap, that was...what was...wait...." Everything was happening so quickly, but he knew things for certain. Things felt different, because his hair was not just the typical fluff of his body that he had in Hell. It felt more coarse and more curly, and definitely more short. He pulled his hands away, placing them in front of his face and -

Letting out what was a scream that would honestly probably wake up half the island if they were close enough to shore. He literally flipped backwards off the board into the ocean, resurfacing and coughing as it stung and filled his lungs and his heart. His heart. He scrambled to grab onto his board, which was definitely more challenging without his other set of arms, feeling like a fucking newborn doe trying to walk again, clinging desperately. "What th' fuck. WHAT TH' FUCK. BLITZ. WHAT TH' EVA' LOVIN' FUCK DID THAT THING DO."

(Okay but this cutie in a pink bikini top I am dying.)

"Yeah. Yeah, it's Hawai'i," Blitz agreed, managing to look away from Angel and back at the island again. His friend was beautiful, but seeing him like this hurt a hell of a lot more than Blitz was prepared for. He had to swallow past a lump in his throat. The way Angel had so quickly pulled off that bikini top, the obvious fear of being perceived as obviously queer, how that fear won even out here, away from land, without anyone else near them? It said a lot about what life had been like in Angel's time. Where he had come from, what he had suffered. Blitz's heart broke for him. There were homophobes in Hell, of course, but it wasn't as pervasive as it must have been in Angel's time. For fear to win out over the shock, over the beauty of being here... Blitz hated the humans of Angel's time, at least for a moment, with a vicious ferocity.

Fuck anyone and everyone who taught people to be terrified.

"It getting bombed was like a really long time ago for the living world. I remember some Sinner telling me all about it, how he was a kid when it happened, living in Pearl Harbor, and that he died an old man, and how much... it hurt. Seeing how his beautiful home was really never given back. And how people forgot, because they wanted to forget. About its people, its history..."

He folded his arms atop his knees and rested his chin on them. "This is Maui, though. Not, uh.. Oahu? Oahu. And I didn't know--I kind of thought it would work for us to come here, but I didn't ***know.*** It just seemed... I don't know. Like a risk worth trying. Because sometimes, it just... it's better to dive in and live then and there." He felt guilty even as he said it though, and he sighed. "I didn't want to get your hopes up if it might not work. And I'm sorry."

Blitz looked over at him again, searching his face, his eyes. "How you doin' though, are you... okay?" If he'd still had a tail, he would've reached out and grabbed the bikini top as the little pink thing floated past him; instead, after blinking in surprise that he couldn't do that, after remembering the limitations of a human body, Blitz grabbed the scrap of fabric and tied it around his wrist, rolling the cups in so it just looked more like he was wearing a pretty albeit wide wrist-band than a stolen bikini top.

Angel might be afraid right now, but he liked that bikini top and had obviously felt beautiful in it; Blitz planned to keep it for him until Angel felt safe with it again.

Angel deserved that much.

God, he deserved so much.

It was honestly going to take Angel Dust a bit of time to be okay. He had been relieved that Blitz had helped him back onto the surfboard - despite his many talents, swimming was certainly not one of them - but ever since then, he had basically been frozen in shock. He hadn't even noticed that Blitz had disguised himself as well, and so many thoughts were spiraling through his head.

....could they all have gone back to the living at any time? Was there an expiration date? Why had Blitz not changed immediately upon entering through the portal, while Angel had? Was it because he had been a human in the past, whereas Blitz had not? How long had Blitz had that crystal? Who had it before him?

He was surprised he wasn't hyperventilating at this point, anxiety clutching at his chest in a way he hadn't felt in almost a hundred years. Hands gripping at his chest, before a whole different type of anxiety grabbed at him. He basically squeaked, realizing he was still in the pink bikini top. Blitz had shown him that the world had changed immensely since he was alive, but that fear was still there.

He didn't even care for the loss as he untied it, crumpling up the pink fabric once he had removed it from his chest which honestly barely fit it now that it didn't have that swell to fill it out, throwing it out into the ocean with an embarassed huff that heated cheeks and made his vast expanse of freckles stand out. Now that all of that had been accomplished, he could finally look over at Blitz, finally notice that he was human, too, and -

"What in th' eva' lovin' fuck is goin' on, Blitz. Ah' don't....ah'....how. How is any of this possible. How long have yeh' known we could go back tah'...." He cut himself off, realizing he was talking a mile a minute, swallowing the lump in his throat. It was beautiful. Everything here was - Blitz included. But part of it ached in a way he didn't know how to explain. The mixed emotions flickering across his face, staring out towards the island.

"....ah' could have gone home this whole time?" No. No, that made no sense. People died for a reason, went to Hell for a reason, they couldn't just....come and have a second chance. This wasn't Charlie's little hotel. His voice sounded so soft and timid compared to Angel, shaking his head before something else struck him suddenly. "Wait. This is....this is Hawai'i, ain't it? Didn't it get like....bombed tah' shit? How is it so nice lookin'?" Ah yes, because the only thing Angel would have known would have been a few years before he passed with Pearl Harbor.

"Yeah, I mean. Why not? I've got the crystal now, and you--you've been kinda stuck for a long time, right? And shit's been--I mean. Shitty. With Valentino. I thought it might be nice for you to just feel alive again. Feel the real sunlight. And remember that you're not just someone who died. You came from all of this, you know? This world, created for you people. That body was made for you. You're beautiful in Hell. You know that. I know you know it. And I guess, maybe to me, it's hard not to think that maybe some of your beauty comes because you, you have like...

"I don't know. I'm not good at this words shit. But you have some sliver of Earth still in you. Some of that magic that this place has. I remember that you thought the aquarium was boring, so I could be way off, here," he admitted, "but to me, Earth seems magical. I wasn't born here. I wasn't born to live. I was born to serve. That's what all of my people are for. It's why we exist. We don't get an afterlife. We don't get to gamble everything on the hope of Heaven, only to end up powerful in Hell.

"You came from this. And you're stronger than it seems like you realize sometimes. And you... I don't know. I don't know what I'm even saying." Blitz sighed, but smiled. He glanced down, checking that his board tether was still firmly in place around his ankle, then slipped off of his board and just sank below the surface for a few minutes, needing a minute, needing to try and--try and what? Calm the fuck down? Center his thoughts? He didn't know, he didn't do this shit, he didn't overthink like this, he didn't take dead souls out for walks, or whatever the fuck he thought he was doing here.

He looked down into the darkness, into the depths of the ocean. The morning sun wasn't high enough to illuminate it, and so below him was nothing but black, an endless abyss--and he could feel someone's eyes watching, sense a familiar presence in those depths. Just the barest hint of it, but there all the same.

Blitz didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.

He surfaced, climbed back onto his board, and nodded towards shore. "I'm gonna go walk around in the town. Or at least sit on the sand. You wanna come?" He had the absurd notion to offer to give Angel head once they were on the shore, to let Angel feel that kind of worship in his human body--but they weren't there yet, were they? Would that be weird to offer? Still, Blitz couldn't help but glance down at Angel's stunning body before quickly looking away. He didn't have red skin to hide his blushes now.

After clearing his throat, he laid on his board and started paddling for shore, falling into a natural rhythm, working with the waves.

"Maui." He's repeating, because it still feels like an absolute fever dream. And maybe it is. Maybe he's going to wake up in his room in theresort and this would all be made up. It would be an interesting dream, to say the least, but it wasn't like his brain hadn't come up with some other obscure thoughts before, especially after being dead as long as he has. And having Blitz be in the dream wouldn't be unusual either. Though if it was a dream, they'd definitely be making out.

Admittedly, he hadn't heard the imp's complete ramble about Pearl Harbor. Even if he had, he didn't know if he would entirely care, as bad as that sounded. Shit happened on Earth. People died. World War II was right before his death, and he had seen more than enough death at his own hands. His eyes only glanced towards the other at the mention of this working, how he hadn't known if it would. "...yeh' didn't know if this was gonna work. Have yeh'...have yeh' never done it before?"

His voice cracked a bit at that, a bit of concern in his eyes. What if it had killed them? For good? No, it hadn't. And he couldn't think like that. He was shaking his head loose, looking back over at the other, before his lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. "In shock? Otherwise, great. Peachy." He laughed, showing he was feeling more normal, though blue eyes were still looking at his hands. The slightly tanned skin, compared to the bright white fur he had been so used to for decades now.

"It's just....been awhile. Since ah've been...yeh' know." He gestured to his human form, though at least much like when he was Angel Dust, he wasn't embarassed that he was wearing pretty minimal clothing. He had been a spider longer than he had been a human, so it was all just readjusting, and he's pushing his curls behind his ears - oh thank fuck, he had ears again - blushing a bit and looking over at the other. "Yeh'....yeh' wanted t' do this....for....me?"