Sammy screws his face shut, and they dip him under.
Awww, this is fabulous in a quiet, very realistic way, if that makes any sense. As always, I love the little physical details: Dean's toes brushing John's shins, the description of Sammy's tan, even down to the non-colour of his undies.
“You get drownded in the bath all the time,” he reasons. Onya, John.
Having been swimming in many a grotto and murky river, I totally get Sammy's freaked out-ness here, beyond the not yet knowing how to swim, because they were often freezing and the bottom was slimy...
This is just perfect. Every detail was simply right on.
The boys are already barefoot, had hopped across the wavering tarmac hooting and yipping, and now they move through the scant undergrowth like little fawn-footed creatures, long legs and youth-thin limbs, stepping carefully and keeping their eye on him
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Awww, this is fabulous in a quiet, very realistic way, if that makes any sense. As always, I love the little physical details: Dean's toes brushing John's shins, the description of Sammy's tan, even down to the non-colour of his undies.
“You get drownded in the bath all the time,” he reasons. Onya, John.
Having been swimming in many a grotto and murky river, I totally get Sammy's freaked out-ness here, beyond the not yet knowing how to swim, because they were often freezing and the bottom was slimy...
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
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Thank you for the lovely feedback. :)
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The boys are already barefoot, had hopped across the wavering tarmac hooting and yipping, and now they move through the scant undergrowth like little fawn-footed creatures, long legs and youth-thin limbs, stepping carefully and keeping their eye on him ( ... )
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Thank you :)
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