(thank you for the suggestion anon i love you anon this was so fun)

Going to the beach— or more rather what could be considered the coast on a seemingly endless river (now ocean) styx— was wholly V1’s idea. How they convinced everyone attending to go, however, was something completely out of your range of mental prowess, especially because V1 had somehow managed to convince both of the prime souls not to immediately jump Gabriel.

The prime souls and this angel in particular. From what you knew, Auriel didn’t like Gabriel much either. Yet, after a considerable amount of convincing from the machine—as he wasn’t quite fond of sand either, not anymore—there he was. You’d finally coaxed him from out of a beach chair (which he stole from you, that was your beach chair, but whatever) with the promise that if he helped you build (less build, more like pack sand into a mold) a sand castle, you’d let him absolutely decimate it. For funsies.

The promise of destruction became obsolete, as soon, the two of you had abandoned cheap two dollar molds and began sculpting one, giant castle from scratch. You’d made about twelve little ones from the molds, methodically placed like a little city. You’d presented the idea of a big central castle while patting down the twelfth one, and, despite the declining the idea he was having any ounce of fun during the entire activity, Auriel immediately began working on it. You soon joined him.

Your work is finished. Your little sand empire is made. And it is glorious. You get up from your knees, previously having chipped a little detail into the side wall, dusting your hands and your knees and moving to stand beside Auriel, who’d already stood back to admire both of your work. Hell yea.