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dedication: to peacocks & iced tea.

note: I really missed writing.


vanilla, periwinkle, sand

"Do you ever feel like you're drowning?"

Teddy leans back on his large hands and glances at Victoire, whose impossibly blue eyes are trained on the rippling cerulean sea. They are sitting so closely that he can see the small freckles that dot her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and he's glad that she didn't cover them up today.

It's days like these he enjoys; lazy days he spends with Victoire in the summer at Shell Cottage, away from the familiar noise and bustle of the Weasley-Potters. He likes to watch her face light up when she watches the seagulls that strut along the shore, and the way she is so relaxed, no make-up or stress visible. It makes him happy to know that she can be like this around him.

He digs his toes into the sand and says, "Sometimes."

Victoire sighs thoughtfully. Teddy's eyes — his natural chocolate brown today — are on her now, taking in the white sand scattered on her creased periwinkle sundress and her flushed pink cheeks. The breeze is slightly stronger now, ruffling her wild golden hair and sending a wave of vanilla his way. It is intoxicating — she is intoxicating — how can she breathe so easily when his heart stutters for her?

"I feel like I'm drowning in everything. The trees, the flowers — there is so much potential and beauty and everything, Teddy. It's overwhelming."

Her blueblueblue eyes lock with his, and a thrill shoots up his spine when she smiles at him. His mouth is suddenly dry, and he can feel the grit of the sand against the palms of his hands and the heels of his feet.

"I — yeah, I get what you mean."

Victoire throws her head back and laughs — not a girly titter, but a full-on, in-your-face, snorting kind of guffaw — and Teddy falls a little more in love with her.

"Do you, really? I'm drowning in you, Teddy! You're like — like an ocean. Strong with the things you do and deep with the words you say. It's exhilarating! Don't tell me you don't feel it too."

She throws her skinny arms out, laughing still, and Teddy joins in her elated laughter. In this moment, they are free and in love in a space as open as the endless sky.

Teddy leans in, fingers brushing Victoire's speckled cheeks as he tucks a stray curl behind her ear. Victoire sobers a bit, still giggling like mad, and when their lips meet it's an overwhelmingly-insane vanilla rush. Their fingers intertwine, pressed into the sand.

A sweet sigh. And then, "I know exactly how you feel."

footnote: I'm a little rusty. Ugh. But please, don't favorite without leaving a review; I'd very much like to hear your thoughts. c: