Under blue skies
This was it, one of the last few warm days LA was going to see before the cold ocean air made it too nippy to go into the water. The beach was still warmed by the dying sun, waves lapping at the sand as the push and pull of the ocean current sang its gentle melody.
Salvatore had made the drive out to the beach house, bringing with an overnight bag. A set of swimtrunks, a new change of clothes for tomorrow, pajamas and his necessities, all packed neatly into an over the shoulder bag.
Heading up to the door of the beach house, he knocked in the hopes he had shown up at a time when Ronan was actively inside. Otherwise he had gotten a key off of one of the papa’s and could let himself in.
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“Blood wine yes, i can get different flavors. But the straight heavy copper of viscous concentraited blood? It is an uncomfortable taste and sensation I don’t think I will get used to.” There was a slight shrug.
As Ronan giggled at his fangs he felt himself shrink internally quite rapidly. Others liked his fangs, no one ever called them cute.
“Eh heh thank you.” Rubbing the back of his neck he looked down as his face flushed with embaressment. “They only needed to be big enough to draw ample blood flow and sit comfortably without affecting my speech or anything.”