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day 6: Down by the Water
Day 6 of dogdaysofsummer, and I'm revisiting what is obviously a favorite scenario of mine. If you've read At the Water's Edge, well, when I wrote it, rageprufrock was supposed to write a MWPP-era companion piece, but things slip away and... well, anyway, I was thinking of that when I wrote this. So technically this could be another Nightswimming fic, except it doesn't take its title from there.

day 6: Down by the Water | 322 words

Down by the Water

Remus slips from the bungalow quietly, careful for the creaks and sighs of the old wood floors and salt-rimed door hinges. He can hear Peter snuffling on the pull-out, but everything else is silent as he goes.

His feet are bare, and the stone walkway is cool against his soles, the day's heat leached away by night. He takes a deep breath, tasting the sea air, letting it fill him, grateful and still a little surprised his mum agreed with his vacation plans. He's of age now, so she couldn't have stopped him, but he is not like Sirius -- he has no wish to set himself against his mother, who has given him everything she is capable of, and more, over the years.

The waning moon still casts enough light to see by, turning the fine white sand into a sea of silver, each grain a reflection of the endless stars above. It feels good beneath his toes, cooler now that the blaze of day has gone. He casts a quick spell to repel sand fleas and mosquitoes as he strips off his shorts, unselfconscious in a way he could never be during daylight. He is still pale, scarred, thin (scrawny, Sirius says), but in the moonlight it doesn't matter -- he is luminous as opals here, with no one else to see.

Or almost no one.

A sleek figure rises from the water, like some ancient god or hero, skin lustrous as pearls in the moonlight, hair dark as the sky above, eyes shining like stars.

"I knew you'd come," Sirius says, beckoning with one white hand, and Remus moves through the water to join him. They kiss, the taste of salt and sand and sea on their lips and tongues, languid and desperate, familiar and new all at once. Their shadows ripple on the water, and Remus knows the light with which he shines is a pale reflection of Sirius's glow.

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Other items of interest:

sirius_loving, a community to give Sirius the memorial he deserves since Rowling seems to think it's not important. Fic, art, etc.

podslash, a community to make podcasts of fanfic (slash, het or gen, despite the comm's name) for people to download and listen to, either via their iPods or burning them to CD. While I won't do any recording myself, because I hate my voice, I would *love* it if anybody wanted to read one of my stories. Just let me know if you want to do it, 'cause that would RAWK.

I feel there was a third thing I meant to pimp, and now I can't remember what it was. Sigh.