Beach: Felicity and Van
Van snickered and had to look away from the weres when they looked their direction. He made sure they saw his empty hands, waiting to take the whistle from Felicity until they had gone back to splashing and tackling each other.
"Yeah, there's a reason." Van glanced at her, turning the whistle in his hands. Did he really have 'fuck off' tattooed on his forehead? That was pretty cool. Not attractive, though, apparently. Van knew he could be a bit standoffish, but it was either that or let people walk all over you. He'd learned that lesson in the foster homes.
Van chuckled at her answer and shrugged, deciding to tell her why he asked, since she had given him the truth. "It's just that Kelpie are supposed to be these alluring guys who make human women fall in love with them."
Van dipped his fingers into the multi-colored sand, scooping up a hand full to rain back down. He thought of what his own parents might have been like. How his father might have seduced his mother. Did she ever know her husband wasn't human? She must have, when Van was born, right? That was why she abandoned him to the nuns? Van scrunched up his eyebrows. And then his father probably ran off back to the loch. He shook his head and blew the whistle again.