Ocean for the wolfstar drabbles?
(something not angsty pls đ)
Remus dips one toe into the water, and frowns.
The ocean is still, a small jut of water that rests without rumbling waves. Heâs sitting on a large, protruding rock, digging his fingers into the damp little curves, feeling the harsh rub of sand against his skin. Sirius raises an eyebrow.
âComing in, Moony?â He lifts himself up by the elbows, and his black hair sticks in fine little strips to his neck. âYou look like a gremlin, crouching like that.â
Remus hugs his knees tightly to his chest.
He watches Sirius push himself out further, kicking his long legs elegantly.
âItâs a bit deep, over there,â Remus says, hoping the single ankle he allows to drift through the water is enough to suffice Siriusâ whims.
âItâs not rough,â Sirius says, beckoning Remus forward with one finger, âyouâll be alright.â
Remus looks away quickly, heat flushing over the plains of his dark cheeks.
He supposed thereâs no real reason for Sirius to pass judgement. The boy who isnât phased by his monthly transformations, or Jamesâ incredibly loud voice.
âI canât swim,â Remus admits, âI never had the chance, growing up.â
âTough draw.â He extends one hand out, slightly pruned, but angular and large, dripping droplets steadily back into the disturbed water below.
âIâll teach you, Moony,â Sirius says softly, when Remus unravels his legs, pausing to frown at the dark shadows that creep along the deeper depth. He grins brightly. âYou hold onto me, okay? Iâm quite good at this stroke called the doggy paddle.â
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