Tesla/Nava and Daniel/Quentin plz.
Ok Daniel/Quentin AKA Hand and Heart First
Sand shifts between Quentin’s toes. The summer sun makes his already brown skin even darker. Every drop of sunshine sinks into him as if in apology for the very long winter that Quentin had been forced to endure. He is a desert creature, winters and snows are not for him. Waves crash against the beaches and Quentin wades up to his waist. The ocean is perfectly cold and the combination of it with the sun makes for one happy Sphinx. After a moment he ducks down and lets a wave crash over his head, wetting is mess of thick black curls. He laughs when he arches back out of the water, spraying salt water behind him.
On the shore, Daniel sketches his happy kitten. Quentin has always been his favorite pictorial subject. It’s not that Daniel is a great artist, he’s really not, but he likes the calm centeredness of drawing. All winter he’s been planning this trip and it’s worth every penny to watch Quentin bask in the ocean spray. Quentin comes trotting back up to where Daniel sits on the beach chair. He bends down and kisses Daniel, Quentin’s lips cold and wet and perfect. They pull away, beaming at each other, both content and happy in this moment.
