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Written for the dogdaysofsummer challenge, prompt: white sand
Title: White sand in Monaco
Author: Lolita_stardust
Pairing: Remus/sirius
rating: PG-ish I guess, unless you're especially offended by boys kissing
Length: a little over 500 words
Disclaimer: oh come on.....clearly not mine yadayadayada
Summary: their first,last summer as carefree young adults - can they enjoy themselves enough to forget what they're running from? scratch that, my summaries alwways sound like the blurb of a pulpy romance novel. 500 words can only ever be a snapshot anyway, who needs summaries?
Author's Note: written quickly and un-beta'ed. Feel free to point out typos/offer feedback
Day 6 - white sand in Monaco
They’d settled for the day on the right-hand-side of the beach, sheltering from the wind behind an outcropping of rock. There, hoods of sweatshirts pulled up for warmth, turn-ups of jeans filling with sand, clutching polystyrene cups of hot chocolate, they laughed and spelled runes into the sand, built castles with buckets then charmed them to have raising drawbridges and mermaids in the moat. Among the precious items Lost in Action: A Picture of Dorian Grey, (“Sirius Black, that was a first edition!”,) one muggle motorbike magazine, well-thumbed (“Not fair, Moony!!”), three socks, mismatched, and no small amount of dignity, as two boys -newly made adults - wrestled and chased and tripped each other until, exhausted, they flopped back down onto the sand in their hidden corner of Cornwall with no entertainment left but each other.
“You know, the sand in France is white” Said Sirius conversationally, brushing grains of custard yellow, mustard and chocolate brown from the ridges of scars on Remus’s cheek
“Father took us there when I was eight, to Monaco. It’s this tiny little country Inside France with it’s own king and queen and we started it - the Blacks I mean, father said we founded it as a Kingdom for Purebloods. It’s ruled by Muggles now, but I remember the hills and the sun and how blue the water was and how pretty the white sand was and I told father I’d rather live there than grey old London even if it was ruled by muggles. He beat me ‘til I bled that evening and we went home the next day”
Remus tangled his left hand a little tighter in Sirius’s hair, reaching out with his right to pluck a tiny periwinkle shell left by the tide and press it silently into Sirius’s fretting hands
“You always know just what to say, Moony” a pause, then
“This’ll end won’t it? Dumbledore’ll call us back to London and we’ll go and everything’ll change - we’ll be at war and people will die and-“
“It doesn’t matter Pads, not now, that’s why we’re here - it’s summer and we’re eighteen and we’re together - that’s it, while we’re here, that’s all there is. Look - the sun’s coming out.”
The sun was a watery yellow and it’s warmth barely felt above the wind, but they stripped off their clothes anyway and sprinted down the beach so Sirius could terrorise the spotty youth at the ice-cream van in return for two obnoxiously red ice lollies which ended up dripping onto wind-raw skin and being kissed off, while Sirius exclaimed over the muggle jokes printed on the sticks (“Listen Moony!! ‘How does the man in the moon cut his hair? ‘E clips it!!’ see!?”).
The wind blew sand onto the sticky patches of bare skin as the kisses turned to cheeks, lips, became more heated, more urgent, and muggle holiday makers packing up their things for the day smiled indulgently at the two boys so wrapped up in each other they didn’t notice the rising tide lapping at their discarded clothes because there, on the beach, in the drizzle, it was just them.
ETA: Ok, I changed the last sentence, 'cause hell it's summer! who wants a miserable ending!?
Title: White sand in Monaco
Author: Lolita_stardust
Pairing: Remus/sirius
rating: PG-ish I guess, unless you're especially offended by boys kissing
Length: a little over 500 words
Disclaimer: oh come on.....clearly not mine yadayadayada
Summary: their first,last summer as carefree young adults - can they enjoy themselves enough to forget what they're running from? scratch that, my summaries alwways sound like the blurb of a pulpy romance novel. 500 words can only ever be a snapshot anyway, who needs summaries?
Author's Note: written quickly and un-beta'ed. Feel free to point out typos/offer feedback
Day 6 - white sand in Monaco
They’d settled for the day on the right-hand-side of the beach, sheltering from the wind behind an outcropping of rock. There, hoods of sweatshirts pulled up for warmth, turn-ups of jeans filling with sand, clutching polystyrene cups of hot chocolate, they laughed and spelled runes into the sand, built castles with buckets then charmed them to have raising drawbridges and mermaids in the moat. Among the precious items Lost in Action: A Picture of Dorian Grey, (“Sirius Black, that was a first edition!”,) one muggle motorbike magazine, well-thumbed (“Not fair, Moony!!”), three socks, mismatched, and no small amount of dignity, as two boys -newly made adults - wrestled and chased and tripped each other until, exhausted, they flopped back down onto the sand in their hidden corner of Cornwall with no entertainment left but each other.
“You know, the sand in France is white” Said Sirius conversationally, brushing grains of custard yellow, mustard and chocolate brown from the ridges of scars on Remus’s cheek
“Father took us there when I was eight, to Monaco. It’s this tiny little country Inside France with it’s own king and queen and we started it - the Blacks I mean, father said we founded it as a Kingdom for Purebloods. It’s ruled by Muggles now, but I remember the hills and the sun and how blue the water was and how pretty the white sand was and I told father I’d rather live there than grey old London even if it was ruled by muggles. He beat me ‘til I bled that evening and we went home the next day”
Remus tangled his left hand a little tighter in Sirius’s hair, reaching out with his right to pluck a tiny periwinkle shell left by the tide and press it silently into Sirius’s fretting hands
“You always know just what to say, Moony” a pause, then
“This’ll end won’t it? Dumbledore’ll call us back to London and we’ll go and everything’ll change - we’ll be at war and people will die and-“
“It doesn’t matter Pads, not now, that’s why we’re here - it’s summer and we’re eighteen and we’re together - that’s it, while we’re here, that’s all there is. Look - the sun’s coming out.”
The sun was a watery yellow and it’s warmth barely felt above the wind, but they stripped off their clothes anyway and sprinted down the beach so Sirius could terrorise the spotty youth at the ice-cream van in return for two obnoxiously red ice lollies which ended up dripping onto wind-raw skin and being kissed off, while Sirius exclaimed over the muggle jokes printed on the sticks (“Listen Moony!! ‘How does the man in the moon cut his hair? ‘E clips it!!’ see!?”).
The wind blew sand onto the sticky patches of bare skin as the kisses turned to cheeks, lips, became more heated, more urgent, and muggle holiday makers packing up their things for the day smiled indulgently at the two boys so wrapped up in each other they didn’t notice the rising tide lapping at their discarded clothes because there, on the beach, in the drizzle, it was just them.
ETA: Ok, I changed the last sentence, 'cause hell it's summer! who wants a miserable ending!?