To say the twins were appreciative of the gentle rain would have been an understatement. The rain allowed them to walk in the daytime sans expensive hats and designer sunglasses, and the umbrellas they lazily rested on their shoulders seemed appropriate instead of bourgeois. The dark, turbulent rain clouds did more than just provide sustenance to the acres upon acres of romantic evergreens that dotted the Washington landscape, they allowed the twins to become virtually invisible, a luxury they weren't often afforded back when they lived in Los Angeles. It had originally been Klaus' idea to live in the almost perpetually sunny Southern California, as he had been enticed by the hyperbolic idea of constantly being surrounded by beautiful people, but after just a few months he had grown tired of the bright light, his mood consistently becoming even more surly than usual. It had been up to Magnus to find somewhere else for them to go, somewhere that would be more accommodating to their unusual lifestyle. He had settled on Seattle, much to Klaus' chagrin, and it had worked out a moderate amount since they'd arrived a few months ago.<br/><br/>Klaus, the older, more temperamental twin, had whined incessantly at Magnus' decision to wander through the market that day. With the whole of Seattle at their fingertips, they could go anywhere, find any new toy they pleased. Why settle for the mundane when they could grasp onto extraordinary and sink their teeth deep into its flesh. But despite Klaus' protests, Magnus, younger than Klaus by seventeen minutes and keeper of an even disposition, remained firm in his decision. He had a feeling about the market today. He couldn't explain it, couldn't get ahold of the words as they tumbled around chaotically on his tongue, but he knew. Something was waiting for them.<br/><br/>Magnus twirled the dark red umbrella around on his shoulder as he wandered through the aisles. Klaus had disappeared, somewhere, a sour look marring his typically lovely face. Magnus could have followed him if he so desired, as he normally did, but this time he refused. His cold blue eyes scanned the faces, so many faces, so many noses and cheekbones and lips, all asking for his attention, but none earning it. He began to grow bored as he dragged his fingers along the edges of a stall selling a variety of organic melons, things he had never had the pleasure of trying. But then, as he turned his head ever so slightly, just a few dozen feet ahead, he saw it. A face that did not ask for his attention.<br/><br/>No, it demanded his attention.<br/><br/>Magnus' lips parted gently as he stared, his eyes following the lines of the sharp jaw, the sculpted cheekbones, the full, alluring mouth. That part was his favorite.<br/><br/><i>Klaus would love him</i>, Magnus thought lightly, tapping his fingers on the stall as he continued to stare. But Klaus wasn't here. He had run off in a huff. But, perhaps, his older brother would be pleased if Magnus brought a sweet present to soothe his ire.<br/><br/>He swept through the groups of shoppers, his movements fluid and effortless, water droplets falling from his umbrella, trying to catch the tail of his coat and failing, crashing silently to the ground. The young man was dragging his long, delicate fingers over some oranges, ignorant to the attractive danger that was gliding his way. The poor thing couldn't possibly know that his fate was sealed the moment Magnus decided to claim him.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"They look lovely, don't they?"</span>Magnus whispered into the beauty's ear, his voice a haunting melody. His pale hand plucked an orange from the stack and held it up, turning it slowly in the air.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">"Do you fancy them, blood oranges? I've never been one for citrus, truthfully, but the name does add a kind of dangerous allure to them, doesn't it?"</span>