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The seagulls crys echo in their ears as they fly beneath the sea of clouds, the sound of small waves crashing onto shore drowning out all thought.

 
Yuris light blue scarf draped loosely around his neck, the longer strains of his hair dancing in the sea breeze, his right arm draped lazily around his fiancé’s shoulder.
His hand travels to the base of Viktors neck, driving it through the short silver locks accumulated there. 
Viktors blue eyes shuttering close as a content smile graces his lips, his head lulling onto Yuris shoulder.  
A light hum, of a not yet finished melody, pouring out of him as Yuris hand continues to lazily combe through his silver locks.

Makkachins barking pulling them back into the here and now as she runs across the shore, their gazes following her as she playfully chases after the seagulls.

Yuris hand sliding down Viktors back until it comes to rest atop the sandy stone. Viktors shoes and atrocious socks took his place and the jeans that usually thightly hug his ankles having given up their occupation in favor of being meesly pushed up as far as they could straine.

The waves crashing onto shore swallowing his ankles. 
The yelps escaping his lips, everytime a new one greeted him, turning into bright laughter.
As he stood there, his arms crossed behind his head, his silver locks dancing in the breeze, his face tinted pink and a smile on his lips that shone brighter than the sun that stood behind him.
Illuminating his entire being in all her glory. 

His tender gaze landing on Yuri and a smile as soft as his gracing Yuris chaped lips and before he could think more about it his shoes had already replaced him.
Tucking up his pant legs as he made his way across the beach, a loud yelp escaping him as the water greeted him. 
An even louder one following as he was caught by a splash from the side, his love bursting out into laughter like the sun out of the clouds as he turned on his heels and started running down the shore, Yuri chasing after him.

Their bubbling laughter, joined by Makkachins excited barking as she ran across the beach alongside them.

The radiant rays of sunlight making the golden ring glimmer, just before Yuris hand digged into fabric.
Pulling Viktor to a halt as he held a fistful of his own team jacket in his hand. Catching their breaths for a moment before they bursted into laughter.
Yuris hand that was lingering at Viktors side moving to cradle his right hand, before placing a soft kiss on his engagement ring, a tender gaze in his half lid, soft brown eyes as they meet Viktors. 

Whos blue eyes shimmered as if they were made of the most exquisite gem stones and an expression nearly as tender as Yuris settling on his sharp features, his hand wandering down to return with Yuris thightly held in his, planting a tender yet brife kiss on the gold band at the base of his ring finger.

Viktor not able to tell if the blush on his face deepend because of him or the icy breeze dancing around them. 
Their hands falling between them, hanging lazily as they stood ankle deep in the cold water, a comfortable silence surrounding them.

'We should marry here.'

Viktor says. 

It isn’t a question neither a suggestion, it simply is a fact that has hung between them for a while.

No other place makes sense, it would always be this shore. 

This beach. 

Here in Hasestsu at the ocean, the seagulls crys as a constant companion. 

Yuri pulling him into a kiss, the familiar feeling of chaped lips pressed against his smooth once.
Yuris left hand digging into his silver locks as Viktors right one travels over his back to the base of his neck.  
Their entwined hands hanging lossly between them.

The final rays of sunlight disappearing behind them as they break apart.

Makkachin joining back up with them as they stroll down the shore, walking between them as their hands swing together.

The three leaving the beach behind as they track back home on bare feet.