Show and Tell (𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓬 // 𝔸𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣 𝕩 𝕍𝕠𝕩)

Part 7: Weak

Alastor opened the room's door two minutes later. "I'm ready to go, Voxy.." He hadn't finished the sentence when the presence of Vox jumpscared him. Vox had fallen behind, his back and head hitting Alastor's knees. "..what were you doing right by the door?" Alastor asked, very confused. His eyes narrowed to the keyhole, a small opening that was surprisingly exactly in the same level as Vox's eyes. He then, slowly, looked back at Vox, blushy and offended. "You wouldn't..." he started. When Vox realized what he was implying, he got to his feet immediately. "No! Of course I didn't, Al. I was just leaning on the door, that's all. I ain't a sicko." Al side-eyed him, but believed him quick enough. "Well, okay then. Off we go!"

It was still very hot. Luckily, the sun was lower in the sky, though. They didn't have to walk for more than ten minutes to get to the beach. The sand was thick, and the water was looking peaceful and calm, almost subdued. Alastor filled his lungs with the smell of the sea and smiled. It'd been a fair minute since he's been on the beach. He was avoiding going on purpose since he wasn't the biggest fan of swimming. That salty odor, though, he loved. He placed his towel on the sand and sat on it. Vox was still standing. He was taking his shirt off.

"Oh, Satan, the water looks amazing!." He was yelling even if Al was literally next to him. He threw his shirt on the sand and ran towards the sea clumsily. He dived head-first in the water with a loud splash. Alastor put on his glasses and laid back on his elbows. Vox was swimming in circles. He had the energy of a 6-year-old.

After a while, he came up to Al, water dripping from his body. He put his hands on his waist. He had lost his breath a little bit. "Al-l, you gotta c-come, the water is g-gorgeous." Alastor lowered his glasses and took a good look of him. Shirtless, wet Vox was talking to him. And he expected him to listen to the words he was saying. Oh, and those trunks were really adorable, with the little sharks. Alastor blushed. "...sorry, what?" Vox shook his head and grabbed Alastor's hand, and Al stood up. Vox placed his hands on Al's waist and lifted him to the air. He placed him on his shoulder, his hand on Al's back. Al had not processed what just happened. "What are you doing?" he asked, concerned after a while.

He was watching as the shore was getting further and further away. Vox was carrying him into the sea. "VOX!" he screamed. "Put me down!" he demanded while kicking his feet, trying to get away. Vox threw him in the water. That splash was twenty times louder than Vox's. "I told you the water is awesome!" he said, closing his eyes in satisfaction as if the sea was his son. Alastor was straight up drowning. He had swallowed a lot of water and was trying to float pathetically.

Vox opened his eyes and gasped, seeing Alastor's arms flapping in the water like a little duckling, learning how to fly. Vox quickly lifted him up by the armpits, and Al grabbed Vox's biceps tightly. "Don't let go of me," he whispered, his voice coming out as squeaks. He had crossed his legs in the air so that they wouldn't even touch the water anymore and buried his face into Vox's chest. All the muscles of his body were engaged, almost trembling. Vox was both confused and concerned. He embraced Al nonetheless. He then slowly said, "Al, dear, the water is not deep enough for you to drown." Alastor lifted his head to look at him. Vox continued, "It would barely touch your shoulders. Look at me. I'm standing, and we have pretty much the same height, right?" Alastor slowly lowered his head again. "I'm actually taller than you," he mumbled as he was streching his legs down again, sinking them in the sea. He touched the sand underwater with his feet, and Vox stopped holding him. "Oh," Alastor said simply.

He still hated the feeling, though. He wasn't feeling safe. He took a step closer to Vox and grabbed his arm again. Vox hugged him with his other hand, caressing his shoulder and slowly going down to his waist. He liked the idea of him protecting Alastor. Though, he hated the idea of him making Alastor feel that uncomfortable. He put his hand away and groaned. "I'm sorry, Al. I didn't know you hated the sea that much. Especially since you'd insisted so intensely that we spend the day on the beach." Alastor was still almost hanging from Vox's arm. "I had insisted on following your plan, my dear. Whatever that plan may include. I really, really wanted to make this date the best one ever, Voxy." He hugged his arm even tightly. "B-but... first, I fainted, and now I am afraid of drowning three steps away from the shore..." He looked down. "I'm too... weak..." he whispered. This realization made him hate himself. More than usual, at least. He felt his eyes and face burning. He bit his lip and turned his head in the other direction, not letting go of Vox's arm, though. He also hated that he was feeling the need to cry again. He had already done so enough times today.