Who: Aphrodite and Eliot Spencer What: Eliot's attempt to prove he's a big strong man/Also known as proving he's an idiot. Where: The beach, then on to the Mists When: Today Warnings: Will update. Language likely at the least
Eliot made his way to the north side of the beach, using the position of the sun to help him determine the direction. He barely felt the strain of walking in the sand, though his boots sank into the ground with every step. He finally reached his destination, and instinctively surveyed the area. He found a rock big enough to sit on, but resisted. He liked to stay on his feet, sitting made him feel vulnerable.
He wondered what it would be like to see Aphrodite in the flesh, and then he thought he must be a fool to accept this all so readily. To be fair, he didn't think it was real. He'd been shot, and he was in hospital, hallucinating from the effects of the bullet, or the drugs, or something. This whole boat on the beach, the Elysian Fields, Aphrodite, and all those people who thought he was someone else (someone named Lindsey, yet. What the hell kind of name was Lindsey, for a guy? Unless they thought he was a girl, and that was just insulting), it was all a wickedly intense dream.
He sighed and kicked at a rock in the sand. It didn't go far, and it didn't really satisfy him to kick it. He sighed again and pushed a hand through his hair. Maybe this was where the dream ended, if Aphrodite didn't show up.