Serpent's Charm

Sebastian Lorenzo - 28 - Nobleman of Gondour

[bastiwrxtes]

shattvrs‌:

one thing had to be said in defense of all the hours spent aimlessly strolling the corridors of the castle; unlike with the long walk the prince had taken the day before, disappearing for afternoon and night into the surrounding village with just a couple of guards, there seemed to be a hidden, unconscious meaning. rostislav found a strong fascination with noticing the people arriving from every corner of the world, and though he didn’t quite wish them to notice him, he certainly attempted to remember things about them, small details that would let him deduce all the hidden secrets. and, beside that intent, even he genuinely hoped to stumble upon a familiar face, or two. “ basti ! “ a breathless word as he managed to catch up to the older man with two swift steps, chime of chuckles exposing the elation of laying eyes on the familiar face. “ well, you know me, “ a reply to the inquiry, “ i’ve never liked leaving home for too long. however, i suprise myself - the place contains so much history, i cannot take my eyes of it. “ with basti, he felt he could let the pure , innocent excitement on the simple matter be shown. “ what about you ? i wasn’t sure if you’d arrive. “

There were very few people Basti held genuine affection for. Rostislav was one of them. His smile shifted to one of true fondness as he tilted his head in a bow, hands clasped behind him as he took in the young prince’ appearance. He had grown since he’d last seen him... Things have changed very much so since then, but the years apart were filled with regular missives that stole away the awkwardness that time might have put between them. 

“My prince.” He replied in greeting, resting a hand on Ros’ shoulder to steady him. “I’m happy to here you are at the very least enjoying the view. It will help considering how much time we might be spending here.” He squeezed the younger’s shoulder affectionately before returning his hands behind him. 

“Matteo’s been summoned and he asked me come. There is very little I can refuse him. Besides, I thought I might finally grace all these nobility with my presence. Generous of me, hm?” He winked playfully before letting out a laugh. “Who has joined your entourage, your grace? I hope you are in good company.” 

[bastiwrxtes]

sherulings‌:

      “what are you doing here?” hardly a proper greeting, but they’d skipped such before, hadn’t they? in the sweaty confines of a private chamber. the raven-haired woman skimmed sebastian head to toe, as if his clothing might give way to a reason. naturally, it didn’t. sheva’s violet blue gaze returned to his face, “are you accompanying your brother? that’s an awful large step towards responsibility for you, sebastian.” 

@bastiwrxtes​

He had been haunting the corners of Castellum just as a cat would do when presented with the unfamiliar, taking note of the important and doing away with the useless. He didn’t want to jump into waters he was not ready for, so he thought to bide his time, keep a low profile till such a time where he could truly put his cards into play. 

He was most certainly not expecting to see Sheva so early on. 

He turned to her with a well practiced smile before tilting his head in a bow that was much too formal for someone he had previously bedded. 

“It’s nice to see you too, your highness. Time most certainly hasn’t changed your... charm.” The smile shifted slightly in amusement. “And you know me, there is very little I can say no to when it comes to Matteo. And surely the prospect of seeing you again was a motivation.” His honey had worked on her once before, he wasn’t above trying again. 

“I think it’s safe to assume that you missed me?” 

[bastiwrxtes]

@imperialstarters​

“We are a long way from home, brother.” Matteo commented, tugging at his sleeves nervously as they walked the halls of the grand Castellum. They were indeed far from their modest manor, but admitting so would only beget anxiety from his younger brother. “We are but a day away by carriage, less perhaps if the weather remains good.” His smile was easy, the lie tasting sweet against his tongue as he ran a hand through his brother’s curls in placation. “Now go and have your lunch. I will join you for supper.” Basti watched as Matteo did as he was told, only turning back once to wave goodbye before walking briskly back to his room. 

Basti’s smile faltered till it fell into a thinly pressed line, the hairs at the back of his neck prickling slightly as someone moved to stand behind him. 

“Oh to be so far from home. He is handling much it better than I expected, I must admit.” He turned around, lips curling upwards in a snake-like grin. “Can you say the same?” 

[bastiwrxtes]

i’ve listed some of my wanted connections for all of you to peruse! if none of them seem applicable to you, we can always brainstorm!  

[gaelgarcia]

Diego Boneta as Luis Miguel in Luis Miguel: La Serie (2018)

[bastiwrxtes]

helloooo dears, i am about to send out IMs for plotting, as well as type down some wanted connections. if you wanna plot, like this or slide into those dms!! get ready for aggressive bisexual energy from basti. hihihihohohoho. 

[bastiwrxtes]

hello everyone and welcome to my trash fire son sebastian (basti for short). he’s a chaotic evil but i love him and i hope you learn to love him too! below is a poorly pieced together intro but i swear im coherent most of the time! just not at 1 am big sigh. 

diego boneta, 28, gondour, cismale. ––– i believe that is sebastian lorenzo, the nobleman of gondour. they are twenty eight years old and are known to be very charming & intelligent, though they can also be very vengeful & manipulative. they remind me of blood red wine, serpent-like smiles and marbled statues ( ange, 24, gmt +8 , she/her )

- basti grew up knowing he was of no great importance, and he was fine with that. importance came with responsibility, and he had neither the time nor the patience for such frivolities. he had his money, his family, his playthings and that was all that mattered. 

- he was the bastard son a of a nobleman that didn’t hold too much of the crown’s favor and attention for it to be a scandal. while he was the eldest, he had no true claim to his house, and therefor his father’s title passed on to the second son. again, he didn’t mind. he adored his younger brother, got along well with his parents and continued to live a life of debauchery and flamboyance. 

- everything was as it should be, up until the death of his parents. they were found dead in their beds, allegedly poisoned by fanatics from court. It would seem that his house wasn’t of so little importance after all... and now his brother was left to run it, still a green boy just shy of his thirteenth name day. in that moment, basti saw the insidious side of court politics, and the big players were eyeing his brother like a fresh piece of meat, easy to claim. 

- with chaos reigning across the realm, basti knew he had no choice but to rise to the occasion in order to protect his brother and his family name. he volunteered to go with his brother (now head of his house) to grand castellum as part of his entourage under the guise of protection and company, but really, he was here to play. he had lived on the outskirts of court for too long, so much so that it managed to claw its way into his life and take. he was here to take it all back... and maybe gain some more in return.