we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
There's something deeply comforting about being in the water. Like a lover's embrace you sink into it, letting the brine wash over your skin, drench your hair and sting your eyes. You stay under for half a minute, adjusting to the cold, pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist. You could float away and never come back, just like Ella had-
Oi. Stop that shit, Zeph.
Back up to the surface and there's Sam, half in and half out and looking adorably out of place. Your eyes dart over his chest again - he really isn't half-bad, naked - before turning brightly to his face. "A bit," you agree, rather nonchalant. You're crouching so only your head is visible above the waters surface, and you look like a ratherc omic buoy.
Swimming up alongside Sam, you flop onto your back. "You gonna join me in here or keep dancin' around like a bird, Red? Ya might be as white as a Hel, but even you can t walk on water."
Oi. Stop that shit, Zeph.
Back up to the surface and there's Sam, half in and half out and looking adorably out of place. Your eyes dart over his chest again - he really isn't half-bad, naked - before turning brightly to his face. "A bit," you agree, rather nonchalant. You're crouching so only your head is visible above the waters surface, and you look like a ratherc omic buoy.
Swimming up alongside Sam, you flop onto your back. "You gonna join me in here or keep dancin' around like a bird, Red? Ya might be as white as a Hel, but even you can t walk on water."
zephyr
