Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

Gleaming leather dress shoes dangled from the vampire's pale, long fingertips as he trailed after his maker with bare feet. The cold sand squished between his toes, his cerulean irises briefly glanced down at the Rottweiler at his side. Though the Italian Prince had requested his own security detail provide the pair of Night Walkers some resemblance of space, Maxwell had blossomed into quite the guard dog within the past few months, rarely leaving his side when even the smallest resemblance of anxiety should flutter through him. Although his recent visits with his cherub-like maker had been relatively pleasant, there was a part of him that still held some measure of apprehensiveness all the same, especially when she had appeared at the front doors of his estate with his husband still in the living room. Now, with the inky horizon before him and the luminous moon overhead, Sebastian was finally able to find some sort of ease. A small simper tugged at the corners of his features as his gaze refocused upon the form of his giggling little creator as she bound around him in circles - her enthusiasm quite resembling the barking puppy at her side.

He watched as the young girl skipped ahead with Prescott at her heels, only for both to abruptly pause at the sensation of the wet sand. Sebastian sluggishly closed the distance between the pair, simply watching as the tide came in to wash against the paws of the distracted puppy. The dog's yelp prompted a chuckle upon Sebastian's lips as Anna-Marie so eagerly declared her victory in a game he was certain Prescott had little notion he had even been participating in. As it was, the small dog was quick to forget the traumatic experience of the waves touching his small feet, the pat on his butt enough to prompt a near sudden explosion of energy as Anna-Marie and Prescott so quickly ran off ahead in a game of chase. Sebastian's head shook ever so slightly as his Maker shouted over her shoulder, quickly climbing the hill of sand. "I'm coming." He uttered simply and yet, despite the jubilance with which the child so issued her challenge, the Italian Prince made no effort to pick up that game. His pace was entirely leisurely as he started to climb up the hill after her petite frame, the tall grass at the top swaying with the gentle zephyr of the chilling evening breeze.

His own near predatory senses caught the sound of sand as the canine and girl went sprawling into the sand. That alone was hardly perturbing, at least until a scream filled the air, one followed quickly with barking. His head rose, that fluttering of anxiety all but seizing him with a fierce instinctual intensity. His pace quickened near immediately as Sebastian bound up the rest of the way, Maxwell quickly rushing ahead of him. He was there in mere seconds, his cobalt gaze sweeping over the scene and the two girls. "What happened?" The vampire all but demanded of the young woman with her sketchpad before he bent down protectively behind his Maker. "Anna-Marie...Ma Petite..." His voice was soft, coaxing even as he enveloped the young girl in his arms. "Shhh, it's okay, love. Ça va. Je suis ici." (It's okay. I'm here.)