I just wanna sleep for years.
You and me both, sharky. I still havent fully recovered from St. Patrick’s day.
That’s preventable though…school isn’t.
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//This is all amazing. Yes please.
Z grinned and glided over to her, water rippling quietly behind him. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he spoke. ”So um…how do you wanna start this?”
Vita shrugged slightly. “I… I’m not sure. Treading water might be a good place to start?”
“Right, okay.” Z took her gently by the wrist and pulled her into slightly deeper water, not too deep, but enough to give her some wiggle room. ”Keep your tail up, like this…now kick. Not too fast, keep like a steady rhythm…hold your arms out a bit, it’ll help you balance.”
He helped her move into position, not exactly sure if what he was doing would help at all, but willing to try.
It’s a private pool, and saltwater that’s constantly treated, and she’s swam -see: nearly drowned- in it before. So, the upside is that Vita partially knows what she’s doing. The downside is that she’s afraid again. Being a shark and nearly drowning is not only embarrassing, but also utterly ridiculous. That sort of happens when you’re back-heavy though.
Thankfully, Z had all of his fins, and was willing to help her out. Kicking her feet in the water, she can’t recall when he said he’d get there, but the quiet is nice so she doesn’t mind. She’s got no plans to take off her shirt, dark-coloured so as not to be seen through when she actually got into the water. She had a backless bathing suit on underneath, because the material most suits were made of chafed what she termed her dorsal ‘lump’, the remnant that was once upon a time a dorsal fin. She’ll take it off of she has to, but she doesn’t want Z to see it.
Z runs down the street, green Chuck Taylors slapping the cracked and worn concrete in time with bit-crunched drumbeats from his headphones. He’s late and he knows it.
He skids around a corner, his tail whipping out behind him and only narrowly missing the light post, sparing him a nasty bruise. His swim trunks make soft nylon swishing sounds, but he hardly cares about that right now.
Finally, out of breath, he makes it to the pool. Stepping into the gated area, he flashes a sheepish grin at Vita. ”God, sorry, I’m so late.” Headphones are wrapped around fingers and stored in a hoodie pocket. ”I’ve been running around like crazy all day.” He unzips his hoodie and throws it down on a poolside chair, t-shirt landing in a crumpled mess on top of it. The warm air feels good against his bare skin, and he catches his breath from the run as he kicks off his shoes and removes his socks.
“You ready?”
Vita hears Z coming before he comes into the pool area, and she smiles slightly at him. “It’s no prob. I wasn’t waiting all that long.” She watches him strip down to his trunks and fiddles with the hem of her own.
Is she ready? No. Is she ready to try? Absolutely. She gives a shrug, trying not to seem like she’s actually as nervous as she feels. “I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be.”
She’s sort of panicking on the inside, but Z’s there, so she should be okay? Right?
Z looks at the water and then back at her, grinning suddenly with a bright shine in his black eyes. He lifts up a hand, index finger extended. “‘Kay. Just one sec.”
Without warning he sprints forward and dives cleanly into the pool’s deep end, sending spray everywhere and breaking the quiet air with the clap of water. He surfaces, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and laughing quietly. ”That’s better. C’mon in. You can use the stairs if you want.” He treads water, the tip of his pointed tail making a V of water like a small wake as it sways slowly back and forth.
He’s so much more at home in the water. It feels like familiar clothing on his skin.
He’s glad it’s warm enough again to swim.
Vita gets a bit jealous watching his dive, instinctively shielding herself from the spray. She slips out of her trunks, tossing them over onto one of the pool chairs. Her shirt stays on, even though it’s going to get gross in the saltwater after a while.
Instead of taking the stairs, she went back to the spot that she had been sitting at, slipping in from there. The water was at her shoulders, definitely warm and inviting, and she was glad that springtime was here. More hours in the water meant more time to try and get this down.
Z grinned and glided over to her, water rippling quietly behind him. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he spoke. ”So um…how do you wanna start this?”
It’s a private pool, and saltwater that’s constantly treated, and she’s swam -see: nearly drowned- in it before. So, the upside is that Vita partially knows what she’s doing. The downside is that she’s afraid again. Being a shark and nearly drowning is not only embarrassing, but also utterly ridiculous. That sort of happens when you’re back-heavy though.
Thankfully, Z had all of his fins, and was willing to help her out. Kicking her feet in the water, she can’t recall when he said he’d get there, but the quiet is nice so she doesn’t mind. She’s got no plans to take off her shirt, dark-coloured so as not to be seen through when she actually got into the water. She had a backless bathing suit on underneath, because the material most suits were made of chafed what she termed her dorsal ‘lump’, the remnant that was once upon a time a dorsal fin. She’ll take it off of she has to, but she doesn’t want Z to see it.
Z runs down the street, green Chuck Taylors slapping the cracked and worn concrete in time with bit-crunched drumbeats from his headphones. He’s late and he knows it.
He skids around a corner, his tail whipping out behind him and only narrowly missing the light post, sparing him a nasty bruise. His swim trunks make soft nylon swishing sounds, but he hardly cares about that right now.
Finally, out of breath, he makes it to the pool. Stepping into the gated area, he flashes a sheepish grin at Vita. ”God, sorry, I’m so late.” Headphones are wrapped around fingers and stored in a hoodie pocket. ”I’ve been running around like crazy all day.” He unzips his hoodie and throws it down on a poolside chair, t-shirt landing in a crumpled mess on top of it. The warm air feels good against his bare skin, and he catches his breath from the run as he kicks off his shoes and removes his socks.
“You ready?”
Vita hears Z coming before he comes into the pool area, and she smiles slightly at him. “It’s no prob. I wasn’t waiting all that long.” She watches him strip down to his trunks and fiddles with the hem of her own.
Is she ready? No. Is she ready to try? Absolutely. She gives a shrug, trying not to seem like she’s actually as nervous as she feels. “I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be.”
She’s sort of panicking on the inside, but Z’s there, so she should be okay? Right?
Z looks at the water and then back at her, grinning suddenly with a bright shine in his black eyes. He lifts up a hand, index finger extended. “‘Kay. Just one sec.”
Without warning he sprints forward and dives cleanly into the pool’s deep end, sending spray everywhere and breaking the quiet air with the clap of water. He surfaces, pushing wet hair out of his eyes and laughing quietly. ”That’s better. C’mon in. You can use the stairs if you want.” He treads water, the tip of his pointed tail making a V of water like a small wake as it sways slowly back and forth.
He’s so much more at home in the water. It feels like familiar clothing on his skin.
He’s glad it’s warm enough again to swim.
