Your Shock Wave Whisper [SEBBY]

[magdalena caprice vannucci]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #8d71aa 8px solid; border-right: #8d718d 2px dashed; background: #e2e2e2; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;] ----- so you took your place ----- but the fall from grace was the hardest part ----- Magdalena still wasn't quite sure of her opinion on her new home. It was... strange, to say the least. Whether or not that was a positive or negative type of strange, she wasn't yet able to explain. However, there did seem to be a fair few people that were rather a different from your average human; people more like her and the majority of the Vannucci family. Her father Alonzo was a shapeshifter like herself, something the two of them had inherited from previous generations that dated back quite a few centuries in Venice. She hadn't actually met many people yet, the Italian had instead been observing her new surroundings. That was what she preferred to call it, after all, 'observing' sounded a lot better than 'judging'. Still, maybe Magdalena could stay here for a little while since it seemed okay for now. It wouldn't be too difficult for her to find some other place to stay but she didn't know if she could be bothered with the effort of the whole moving process again. Thankfully it was nothing compared from when she moved from Venice to Brighton though. Deep in thought, Magdalena strolled slowly across the sand, not caring that hundreds of thousands of the cold, minuscule grains were slipping inside her shoes. This was a beach, what else was she meant to expect? That she'd walk away completely sand-free? Oh, how she wished that could be true. tag: sebby! notes: maggie's début~ outfit:clicky! template by eliza @ shadowplay

[sebastian charles vannucci]

There was no real reason for Sebastian to be wandering around, but he was really, really bored. While unemployment suited him most of the time, it also resulted in him doing a lot more walking than he was used to. This, he supposed, was fine- just different. Goodness, he was doing more walking now than he was when he’d been a puppy. And he used to go on walks a lot.

He’d realised recently that he didn’t have to stay in Brent’s apartment permanently. Once he’d realised this, the shapeshifter started going to the beach more often. The Italian had decided that it was his favourite place now, it was nearly always empty-at least during the winter months- and the waves were relaxing to him, a sort of natural music. Indeed, liking a large expanse of water so much may seem bizarre to others, but after being stuck as a puppy for so long, he honestly didn’t care.

So, the man had decided to go to the beach that day. When he arrived, he removed his shoes and socks, putting the socks inside the shoes and holding them casually (as casually as one can hold a pair of shoes, anyway) with one hand. He liked the feel of sand granules shifting between his feet, and sandy shoes weren’t exactly pleasant. As Sebastian scanned the beach, he noted that there was another person on the beach that day, which was somewhat unusual. People tended to believe that beaches only existed for relaxing and enjoyment in summer, a fact which made him rather sad- they were perfectly enjoyable in the cold, thank you very much.

Anyway, the woman –for it was a woman- appeared to be wandering aimlessly on the beach. In fact, she looked familiar. It couldn't be her, though, surely? Why in the world would his cousin be here, of all places? It made no sense. Sebastian was reluctant to approach her, due to the fact that firstly, it might not be her, and secondly, if it was her, she’d probably shout at him. A lot. Instead, he slowly meandered into her line of sight. No, it wasn't very gentlemanly of him- but she was perfectly capable of approaching him, should she feel the need.

He kind of hoped that she didn't.