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Today was their third day, and Sirius, who wasn't especially inclined to emotional generosity under the best of circumstances, thought that if James did not stop whinging soon, the population of the idiot island they'd managed to land upon would be decreasing by half. Yes, yes, James was supposed to be getting hitched, yes, the whole situation was bloody well fucked, but at least James had a shirt. Sirius was limited to a pair of well-worn, dirtied blue jeans and his boots.
They'd walked, and walked, and walked, which was made more annoying than it should have been by virtue of that fact that they were wizards, and therefore not particularly used to walking anywhere. They'd come across dragons and hastily run away. They'd cursed the island and James had whinged some more.
They were walking again, today, staying to the beach despite the angry red sunburns that had bloomed across the bridges of their noses, the backs of their necks and across Sirius' skinny shoulders. Wizarding medicine focused primarily on retroactive solutions rather than prevention; it wasn't in their makeup to consider that they'd be better served beneath the shade. In the backs of their minds, they still believed that soon enough, they'd be whisked back to a home where a flick of the wand and a droplet of potion could cure nearly all ills.
Of course, James would have argued that he wasn't whinging and that Sirius could go get fisted for all he cared. There were sticks and leafs in their hair. James continued to have to pluck the ones out of his while Sirius could do it a lot more easily than he could manage, which only added more to his frustrations. By the third day, James swore that if he ever had to sweat this much again, it had better be either on a broom or with his wife. The wife part, he kept to himself, though, as now he was pretty certain that Lily had thought he'd either died (which, let's face, just wasn't possible) or that he'd somehow gotten cold feet and ran away (also not a possibility).
Oh, he'd tried spells along the way, even attempting to hex a creature up in the trees. Nothing had worked and they'd trudged on, filthy and getting pretty exhausted. Today, James had taken his own shirt off because it was too hot and sticky. His specs were filmy and he thought he might be able to actually see better without them; they were just there, at this point, as a sense of some sort of normalcy.
When James spotted something beyond a line of trees, he paused for a second and waited for his equally sunburned friend to catch up. He didn't say anything because he knew Sirius saw it if he did, so he moved forward. He wanted to brag that he'd been right about there being life there, but he found he was just too exhausted to open his yap that much.
[OOC: First person gets to explain the island to the both of them on the beach; anybody after can find them on the path either together or separately -- Just let us know which option you want. If you want both, tagging will go your pup, Sirius, James.]
They'd walked, and walked, and walked, which was made more annoying than it should have been by virtue of that fact that they were wizards, and therefore not particularly used to walking anywhere. They'd come across dragons and hastily run away. They'd cursed the island and James had whinged some more.
They were walking again, today, staying to the beach despite the angry red sunburns that had bloomed across the bridges of their noses, the backs of their necks and across Sirius' skinny shoulders. Wizarding medicine focused primarily on retroactive solutions rather than prevention; it wasn't in their makeup to consider that they'd be better served beneath the shade. In the backs of their minds, they still believed that soon enough, they'd be whisked back to a home where a flick of the wand and a droplet of potion could cure nearly all ills.
Of course, James would have argued that he wasn't whinging and that Sirius could go get fisted for all he cared. There were sticks and leafs in their hair. James continued to have to pluck the ones out of his while Sirius could do it a lot more easily than he could manage, which only added more to his frustrations. By the third day, James swore that if he ever had to sweat this much again, it had better be either on a broom or with his wife. The wife part, he kept to himself, though, as now he was pretty certain that Lily had thought he'd either died (which, let's face, just wasn't possible) or that he'd somehow gotten cold feet and ran away (also not a possibility).
Oh, he'd tried spells along the way, even attempting to hex a creature up in the trees. Nothing had worked and they'd trudged on, filthy and getting pretty exhausted. Today, James had taken his own shirt off because it was too hot and sticky. His specs were filmy and he thought he might be able to actually see better without them; they were just there, at this point, as a sense of some sort of normalcy.
When James spotted something beyond a line of trees, he paused for a second and waited for his equally sunburned friend to catch up. He didn't say anything because he knew Sirius saw it if he did, so he moved forward. He wanted to brag that he'd been right about there being life there, but he found he was just too exhausted to open his yap that much.
[OOC: First person gets to explain the island to the both of them on the beach; anybody after can find them on the path either together or separately -- Just let us know which option you want. If you want both, tagging will go your pup, Sirius, James.]