day 31: colder seas behind
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glass_icarustitle: colder seas behind
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dogdaysofsummer, prompt day 31. (no, i am not done yet; earlier prompts are still in the works!)
He emerges from the sea at sunset, a bedraggled, salt-encrusted mess of black fur. Padfoot scrabbles for the sand beneath him, launching himself through the ebbing waves toward Remus waiting in the surf.
Remus catches him, laughing, heedless of the cold water that seeps through his shirt, the legs of his trousers rolled above his knees. "Oof! Right heavy bastard you are, mutt."
Padfoot sneezes at him, indignant, then licks exuberant stripes of dog drool over any part of Remus he can reach.
"Still disgusting, too," Remus says fondly. "Also- no- if you lick my mouth with that tongue again, Black, you will live to regret it- you're late."
Padfoot wriggles, panting happily and stretching his tongue out. Remus promptly dumps him into the shallows.
Sirius shifts, spluttering. "Is that any way to welcome an old friend, Moony?"
"You started it."
"So I did." Sirius laughs, wrapping his arms around Remus's bony hips and pressing his face into Remus's stomach. "It's good to see you."
Long fingers slide into his hair, gently detangling the knots. Sirius closes his eyes, feeling as if tiny slivers of Azkaban's bitter cold are sloughing off his skin, carried away by the wind from the shore, washed out with the grey tide.
"Hello, Sirius," Remus says; warm, fond, home.
rating: pg
summary: for
dogdaysofsummer, prompt day 31. (no, i am not done yet; earlier prompts are still in the works!)He emerges from the sea at sunset, a bedraggled, salt-encrusted mess of black fur. Padfoot scrabbles for the sand beneath him, launching himself through the ebbing waves toward Remus waiting in the surf.
Remus catches him, laughing, heedless of the cold water that seeps through his shirt, the legs of his trousers rolled above his knees. "Oof! Right heavy bastard you are, mutt."
Padfoot sneezes at him, indignant, then licks exuberant stripes of dog drool over any part of Remus he can reach.
"Still disgusting, too," Remus says fondly. "Also- no- if you lick my mouth with that tongue again, Black, you will live to regret it- you're late."
Padfoot wriggles, panting happily and stretching his tongue out. Remus promptly dumps him into the shallows.
Sirius shifts, spluttering. "Is that any way to welcome an old friend, Moony?"
"You started it."
"So I did." Sirius laughs, wrapping his arms around Remus's bony hips and pressing his face into Remus's stomach. "It's good to see you."
Long fingers slide into his hair, gently detangling the knots. Sirius closes his eyes, feeling as if tiny slivers of Azkaban's bitter cold are sloughing off his skin, carried away by the wind from the shore, washed out with the grey tide.
"Hello, Sirius," Remus says; warm, fond, home.
