The salty breeze rustled through Vincent's hair as he and William walked side by side along the deserted beach, their feet sinking slightly into the damp sand. The moon was rising, casting a silvery glow over the water and illuminating their path. The sand was cool underfoot, a contrast to the warmth of each other's body heat. As well as seagulls calling out overhead, their squawks mingling with the sound of the crashing waves.
Vincent turned to him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Race you to the pier?"
William's eyes went round before his expression turned into a pout, "No... you'd win." He huffed, kicking Vincent in the boot to signal their obvious height difference.
Vincent laughed, the sound blending with the loud splashes of the waves. He reluctantly subsided the idea as William kept shaking his head, clearly not in agreement with it no matter the amount of coaxing Vincent would try and hand over.
"Alright, alright, no races then cupcake," Vincent said, raising his hands in surrender. "Just a nice, slow walk?"
William's frown softened into a petite smile as he linked his arm with Vincent's, his head shakes shifting to nods.
Vincent grappled him closer, "Such a shy boy, aren't you?" He ruffled his hair and left his thumb to trace circles around his sickly cheek.
They continued their leisurely stroll, the moonlight creating a magical atmosphere around them. Vincent pointed out constellations in the sky, and William listened intently, occasionally glancing up to admire the stars. The rhythmic sound of their footsteps in the sand matched the gentle lapping of the waves.
As they neared the pier, William seemed to pause in his tracks and bend over, his knees slightly grazed by the coarse sand. Vincent also reverted his attention, peering over to try and see what his husband was busy housing around in. What he spotted in William's palm was a light-blue seashell, swirled lightly with a peach tint. It appeared that his husband was dusting it off currently, revealing its vibrant colors even further.
"It matches your eyes," he noted as he stood up, pressing it to Vincent's rosy cheek.
Vincent raised an eyebrow and reached a hand to grasp his husband's smaller fingers, taking the seashell for himself. "It does, huh?" He beamed, "Then, why not keep it as a souvenir?" He handed it back to William, squeezing his hands tightly and urging them to continue walking.
William huffed when he realized he had no pockets in his short shorts, so he slipped it into Vincent's trousers instead. And with that, they persisted in the beachside walk; both figures drowning in the murkiness of midnight.
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Vinliam Oneshots II •🦢•
Fanfiction⋘ L𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 D𝑎𝑡𝑎... 🪞🕯️ ⋙ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Before you read, take caution. This book takes in themes such as violence, sexual elements, and alcohol. Read at your own risk. The second part of a lovely oneshots book, with our same two sweeth...
