“Should we…?” A

“What play it? He responds, “there’s no bench.” B

“We can make a bench,” a

A wave licks up their ankles, directly mocking his statement.

“The only song I know is hot cross buns,” he continues “How have we walked here every day and never seen this before?” B

“Well obviously it emerged from the ground and is waiting for you, oh holy chosen one, to play hot cross buns,” his boyfriend replies. He had to be sure. A

He walks over to the piano tentatively.

“What are you going to do if I press a key and it swallows me or something? Takes me right back where it came from,” he posits, chin lowered and eyes gazed up in a pout. B

“Only one way to find out!” A coy smile returned, a pause, then more quietly “I have told you before to never go where I cannot follow.” A

“Oh you sap-“ b

“You started it,” a

He saunters the final steps to the piano, presses the key at the highest pitch, and the piano crumbles to sand, the ocean rushes in once again to retrieve it, no trace remains. B

“So like, I totally thought someone left a piano on the beach as a prank and that was not some sign of divinity, was I really supposed to do that? Probably not right? The ones who poke and prod generally aren’t supposed to, and now it’s got me spiraling which is the exact opposite reason we take walks on the beach, this is-“ b

“Hey. At least you didn’t dissolve with it, I really wasn’t ready to challenge divine forces today,” his boyfriend stops him and gently kisses the finger that made contact with the piano, remnants of its sand still lingering. A

“But you would have for me? Really?” B

“No, I actually would’ve just found a new boyfriend somewhere,” the same coy smile returned. A

The boyfriend brushes the sand that transferred to his lip off, wondering why the sand trap his family sent didn’t work, and how they found his beloved. He was always more of a planner when it came to challenging deities. A

*a & b tagged for convenience lols*