Closed: Valentines and Werewolves (post-date Friday)

[daleysebastian]

Where was she?

The day was getting darker, sky already less blue than it had been. If Sebastian had to have a word for it, he'd call it dusk. Any other day - and other night - this wasn't actually a problem. Tonight, though, was a full moon

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[daleysabrina]

The day of the change was always Sabrina's favorite day of the month, the way her body buzzed with energy, making her feel more aware and alive than she ever had before. It was powerful and awe inspiring to experience such a thing in human form, unable to sit still and hyper-aware of the world around her

[daleysebastian]

"Where were you?" Sebastian was asking - voice raised - before he'd even turned back into the room to see her for himself.

"Are you somehow unaware of what today is? Did you forget?" It was anxiety and fear warring for the emotional lead. In the end, as was so typically true for Sebastian, what came out sounded more like anger than worry. For once, he wasn't even sorry. This was too important, and Sabrina apparently didn't take it seriously.

[daleysabrina]

"Of course I know what day it is. How can I not?" she asked him, though it was clear from her tone that she was happy about it, the feeling swelling up inside of her as a precious reminder rather than a damning one

[daleysebastian]

He hadn't needed a reminder, but get bright disposition served as a strong reiteration of the spectrum between their views about to quickly approaching change. Sebastian wished they'd found a different location for this conversation so he could better monitor the darkening sky.

"Whatever. Some things are a bit more important than your little boyfriend today." There may have been an extra touch of irritation about Valentine's Day, but he didn't have time to address that he hadn't bothered so much as owling Reid - never mind that he had no idea what they even were - for fear of encouraging an impromptu drop-in they were so famous for with each other. Sebastian would deal with that tomorrow - or Sunday when he felt less like death.

"It's close, Bri. We should have been ready for this hours ago." He hadn't even properly locked down the manor yet.