Sallow's Legacy

Just a fan blog and outlet for the hundreds of in game pictures I take

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Apparently I’ve “lost a bet.” The consequence? Being forced to share this ridiculous display of Sebastian Ashcroft including him unbuttoning his shirt like the world’s about to end.

Consider this my formal apology to your feeds. The Guild assures me this is “cultural documentation.” I assure you it’s blackmail.

— Audrye 🌿

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So apparently people have started making fan videos of us. Which is fine. Harmless, even. Until you all decided to include… that part....or parts.....

Yes, fine, the kisses happened. But it was part of an undercover exposé — not some fairytale moment meant to be looped in slow motion with dramatic music. The Guild would call this “documentation.” I call it a personal attack.

— Audrye 🌿

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The Guild insisted on “proof of cooperation,” which apparently translates to standing in a field together like we’re friends. Sebastian looks unbearably smug about it. I look… exactly how I feel. 🌿

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Since the Guild insists I provide full transparency, I suppose I should introduce the boy they’ve chained me to.

This is Sebastian Ashcroft, Laurean Scholar, top of his class, and apparently so brilliant that the Guild decided only he could keep me in line. He’s 20, already insufferably arrogant about it, and corrects my spelling mid-conversation (yes, aloud).

They say he was sent to “edit my dispatches” and “uphold the dignity of Aurelia.” Translation: make sure my notes don’t read like adventures and daydreams, but like proper Guild records.

He calls himself a scholar. I call him a chaperone with spectacles. He’ll tell you he’s here to maintain accuracy. I’ll tell you he’s here because I was “getting too wild.” Both are true.

So, welcome Sebastian. Do try not to believe everything he writes.

— Audrye 🌿

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The hands do some weird things but .....

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So innocent and cute <3

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Just another day of wishing I was the MC....

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Them: Stop romanticizing Hogwarts Legacy

Me: But……

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Alternate Ending

*not my image* Ok, don’t worry, this will not be the final ending for Aurora and Sebastian…. it was the tragic one I wrote and debated using…. But decided not to! Figured I’d post it….

Scene: The Final Confrontation – The Dark Forest

The Dark Forest was colder than usual, a chilling wind cutting through the trees as Aurora stood alone in the clearing. She had known it would come to this—Sebastian’s descent had been rapid, fueled by anger and grief. But tonight, something felt different. It wasn’t just the darkness around him—it was the weight of loss that hung in the air.

From the shadows, he emerged, the fury in his eyes so intense it almost burned. His wand was already drawn, his face twisted in a snarl. The Sebastian she had known—the boy who once smiled at her, who once laughed—was gone. This man was a shell of that boy, broken and consumed by rage.

“You came,” he said, his voice a dangerous, low growl. “After everything you’ve done, you still dare to show your face.”

Aurora’s heart clenched painfully in her chest. “Sebastian, please… I never meant for this to happen.”

“You never meant for this to happen?” His laughter was harsh and cold, echoing through the trees like the edge of a blade. “You sealed your magic, and because of that, I lost her. Anne’s gone, Aurora. Dead. And it’s your fault.”

His words hit her like a physical blow, but she didn’t flinch. She had known this truth for months now, carried the unbearable weight of it. "I tried to save you both. I thought if I could stop the magic—"

“You thought wrong!” he roared, stepping toward her with such fury that she stumbled back. His eyes were wild, brimming with the madness that had taken hold of him since his sister’s death. “If you hadn’t sealed your magic, I could have saved her! We could have saved her!”

Aurora’s tears welled in her eyes, but she forced herself to stay strong. “The magic was corrupting us, Sebastian. You couldn’t see it, but it was twisting you, breaking you down. If I hadn’t sealed it—"

“If you hadn’t sealed it,” he hissed, his face inches from hers now, “Anne would still be alive. My sister would still be alive.”

The silence that followed was deafening. She could feel his breath against her skin, hot with fury. His face was pale with grief, his hands trembling as he raised his wand, his whole body vibrating with the pain that had overtaken him.

"I have nothing left," he whispered, his voice suddenly soft, broken. "Nothing, Aurora. And it's because of you."

Her voice trembled, her heart cracking under the weight of his words. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know it would end like this. I never wanted her to die, Sebastian. I—”

“You killed her,” he spat, tears now in his own eyes, his voice trembling with agony. “You might as well have killed her yourself.”

Aurora’s vision blurred with tears as she reached out toward him, her hand hovering just over his heart. “Sebastian, I did what I thought was right. I thought it would save you—”

“Save me?” he snarled, slapping her hand away. “You destroyed me! You took everything from me, Aurora. Everything. And now, there’s nothing left of the boy you loved. Just this… monster.”

Her chest tightened painfully, and she stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re not a monster, Sebastian. Not to me.”

His face twisted, a mix of fury and sorrow as he looked at her, tears burning in his eyes. “Don’t you dare say that,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare act like you still care about me. You abandoned me when I needed you the most. You betrayed me.”

The word cut through her like a knife, but she held her ground. “I never betrayed you, Sebastian. I loved you then, and I love you now.”

“Love?” He laughed bitterly, a hollow sound. “Don’t speak to me of love. You don’t know the first thing about it. If you loved me, you would have done anything to help me save her. But you didn’t. You were afraid. You were weak.”

“I wasn’t weak!” Aurora’s voice finally broke, her tears spilling freely now. “I was trying to save both of us! The magic was corrupting everything, it was killing us—”

“And now Anne’s dead,” he interrupted, his voice shaking, raw with grief. “My sister is dead because of you.”

Aurora’s knees nearly buckled under the weight of his words, but she forced herself to stand tall. “I didn’t want this. I never wanted this. I was trying to stop you from losing yourself, Sebastian. I was trying to protect you.”

“I never asked for your protection,” he hissed, his voice shaking with fury and heartbreak. “All I wanted was your help. I trusted you, Aurora. I loved you, and you let me down.”

Aurora’s breath caught in her throat as he stepped even closer, the intensity in his eyes terrifying and heartbreaking all at once.

“And now… now I have nothing left,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Nothing except this.”

In one fluid motion, his wand raised, and the world seemed to slow down. Aurora’s heart pounded in her chest, but she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. She could see the pain in his eyes, the shattered boy behind the fury, the boy who had once loved her. And she knew, in that moment, that nothing she could say would reach him now.

“Sebastian,” she whispered, her voice soft, broken. “I love you.”

The words barely left her lips before the spell was cast.

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light flashed, and she collapsed, her body falling lifelessly to the ground. Her eyes, once full of warmth and love, were now empty, staring blankly at the sky.

Sebastian stood frozen, his wand still raised, unable to comprehend what he had just done. His breath came in short, shallow gasps, and the world around him blurred as he looked down at her—at the only person who had ever truly loved him. The only person who had tried to save him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “No, no, no…”

He dropped to his knees beside her, his trembling hands cradling her lifeless body. He pressed his forehead to hers, his tears falling freely now, mixing with the dirt beneath them.

“I didn’t mean to…” he sobbed, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to…”

But it was too late. She was gone. The darkness had taken everything from him, and now, it had taken her, too.

For a long time, he stayed there, rocking her in his arms, whispering apologies into the cold night air. But she would never hear them. She was gone, and with her, any hope of redemption.

Finally, his grief gave way to numbness. His heart was shattered, his soul hollow. He had nothing left. Nothing except one final act.

With shaking hands, he lifted his wand, pressing the tip to his own chest. His voice, weak and broken, barely formed the words.

“I’ll follow you,” he whispered, his tears falling onto her lifeless face. “I’ll follow you… I can’t be without you.”

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light flashed one final time, and Sebastian collapsed beside her, his body falling still.

Together, they lay in the clearing, their hands almost touching, their lives forever entwined in tragedy. The Dark Forest was silent, save for the soft rustling of the trees in the wind.

Two souls, bound by love, destroyed by darkness.

In the end, Sebastian had followed her into eternity, but the price of his mistakes would echo forever, a reminder of the love they shared—and the darkness that tore them apart.

Scene: The Aftermath – Bound by Tragedy

The clearing in the Dark Forest was eerily silent. The world had moved on, but in this hollow, time seemed to have stopped. Beneath the cold light of the moon, their bodies lay side by side. Aurora’s lifeless form, so still and fragile, rested inches from Sebastian, who had fallen with his hand outstretched, just barely touching her fingers.

For a moment, all was still.

And then, in the eerie quiet, it was as though the forest itself mourned. A soft wind rustled the leaves, carrying with it the whispers of the past, the faint echoes of what could have been. There was a peace here, but it was the peace of something irrevocably broken—an unsettling calm that held within it the weight of loss.

Two tragic souls, bound together by love and darkness, had finally met the same fate. In death, there was no longer anger, no longer pain. The darkness that had claimed them both now receded, leaving behind only the pure, aching sorrow of two lives cut short.

Yet, even in this devastation, there was something beautiful in their final moments together. For in death, they were no longer torn apart by choices and regrets. The darkness that had divided them had become nothing more than a distant memory, washed away by the quiet stillness of eternity.

Together, they lay as they once had, before the unbearable burden of trying to save each other had shattered them both. In the silence, in the cold embrace of death, they had finally found what eluded them in life—peace.

Some say that if you wander deep enough into the Dark Forest, you can hear their voices in the wind, soft and broken, calling out to each other. It is said that their souls remain together, bound in a way they could never be in life, wandering the edges of eternity.

Their love, tragic and twisted, had consumed them both, but in the end, it also bound them. Two souls, forever entwined by their choices and their darkness, had found each other in death, where the light they once shared could no longer be taken from them.

They had loved, they had lost, and now, they would never be parted again.

Their story would be remembered as a tale of devastation, but also of a love so powerful it defied life itself. Tragic, eternal, and beautifully haunting, they were together at last—forever.

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I just need an outlet for all these in game photos I keep taking ****

Updated 9/10/2024 to better align with the story I never intended to write! This started as me just taking pictures and writing something that I felt went with the picture....and now it's turning into a full blown fanfiction..... So as I write more, please bear with me because I'll probably have to go back and edit previous pieces to make it all flow correctly. Also, it may not be totally accurate with events of Hogwarts Legacy.

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Dark Forest Encounter - Complete Version

The chill in the air matched the atmosphere that had settled over Hogwarts. Whispers followed Sebastian Sallow wherever he went, students giving him a wide berth. He had become a shadow, cold and untouchable, his presence unsettling in a way that made others avoid his gaze. Dark magic was no longer a rumor—it was something tangible, something they could feel in the air when he passed.

Aurora had heard the rumors, felt the way the school had shifted around him. It was like the very walls of Hogwarts had begun to reject him, and in doing so, reject her as well.

Her heart twisted with the memory of their last confrontation, the bitterness in his eyes when he had looked at her. His words had cut deep, sharper than any curse, but even so, she couldn’t bring herself to hate him. He had rejected her, but she couldn’t reject him. Not when she still believed there was something left of the boy she had once known.

There were incidents—small, at first. Objects found shattered without explanation, strange scorch marks on the walls, eerie flickers of unnatural light in abandoned classrooms. The air felt different when Sebastian was near, heavy and oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

He had stopped attending most of his classes. When he did, his presence was unnerving. His eyes no longer sparkled with the sharp curiosity that had once defined him; now they held only a cold, calculated gleam, like someone who had already left the world behind.

Aurora had seen it all unfold—the whispers, the fear, the way students moved aside when he walked through the halls, as if even being close to him would taint them. But more than the rumors and the fear, she saw what was happening to him. The darkness was swallowing him, but she refused to believe that the Sebastian she knew was completely gone.

That was why she followed him now, out into the forest, where the shadows seemed to welcome him like an old friend. He stood with his back to her, the hood of his cloak pulled up, blending into the dark trees around him.

"Sebastian," she called softly, her voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t move.

She stepped closer, her pulse racing as the weight of his presence settled over her. "You don’t have to do this," she whispered, desperate.

Slowly, he turned, his face obscured by the shadows of his hood. But even in the dim light of the forest, she could see the cold gleam of his eyes, and her heart clenched. He looked like a different person—someone distant, unreachable.

"Why are you here, Aurora?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Haven’t you learned your lesson by now?"

Aurora, standing across from him, her eyes filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite conceal, had transferred to Hogwarts in their fifth year. From the moment they met, an unspoken connection had formed between them, a bond of mutual understanding and secret feelings. But now, that bond was strained, perhaps irreparably, by the choices they had made.

"You had no right to seal it away," Sebastian’s voice was low, but the fury beneath it was unmistakable. "That magic could have saved her, Aurora. It was my last hope."

"I did it to protect you," Aurora replied, her voice trembling, not with fear, but with the weight of the love she couldn’t bring herself to confess. "I will not let you destroy yourself, Sebastian. The darkness you’re diving into—it will consume you."

"Maybe it already has," he muttered, stepping closer, the space between them charged with the tension of unspoken words. "But I don't need you to save me. All I had wanted....all that I needed...was for you to trust me. And you couldn't."

Aurora’s heart clenched at his words. She had always admired Sebastian’s strength, his fierce determination, but it was that very determination that now threatened to tear them apart. "I couldn’t stand by and watch you throw your life away," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I love—" She caught herself, the confession dying on her lips. "I care about you too much to let you go down this path."

He looked at her, his eyes softening for just a moment, revealing the vulnerability he hid from the rest of the world. "And what if I told you it’s too late? That the darkness is all I have left?"

"It’s not all you have," she said, her hand reaching out to him, hovering just inches away. "You have me. You’ve always had me, Sebastian."

For a brief, agonizing moment, he considered reaching back, closing the gap between them that had never truly been bridged. But the resentment he harbored, the anger at what he saw as a betrayal, held him back. "You sealed away the one thing that could have saved her," he said, his voice cold once more. "How can I forgive that?"

Tears welled in Aurora’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I did what I thought was right," she said, her voice steady even as her heart shattered. "I didn’t want to lose you to something darker than either of us could control."

"And yet here we are," Sebastian replied, stepping back, the distance between them growing. "I can’t do this, Aurora. I can’t keep pretending that everything’s okay when it’s not."

She wanted to reach for him, to pull him back from the brink, but she knew it wasn’t that simple. "Then don’t pretend," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "But don’t push me away either. We can find another way—together."

He looked at her, and for a moment, she thought he might relent, that the boy she had grown to love might surface from the darkness that had claimed him. Then, in a sudden, heart-wrenching moment, he leaned in and kissed her. It was fierce, desperate, and filled with all the things they had never said. His lips pressed against hers with an intensity that bordered on pain, and for a moment, Aurora felt like she was drowning in him—drowning in everything they had been and everything they could never be.

But just as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

Sebastian pulled away, his expression hardening as the darkness crept back into his eyes. "This... isn’t enough," he whispered, his voice thick with regret. "I’m not who I was, and you can’t save me."

Aurora reached for him, her fingers trembling as they hovered near his arm. "Sebastian, don’t do this," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "There’s still time."

But he shook his head, his jaw clenched, eyes shadowed with sorrow and anger. "No, Aurora," he murmured, the words filled with a deep, cutting finality. "It’s too late. I’ve already become everything you were afraid of."

Her chest tightened as the weight of his words pressed down on her. She wanted to scream, to fight for him, to make him see that there was still hope—but she could feel it slipping away, as if the darkness had already claimed him. Her throat tightened, tears threatening to spill as she searched his eyes, desperate to find some trace of the boy she had once known.

Sebastian's gaze flickered, just for a moment, with something softer—something that nearly broke her. "I never wanted this," he whispered, the pain in his voice raw and unguarded. "But you have to let me go. I’m too far gone."

He took another step back, retreating into the shadows that loomed around him like old friends. His back turned to her, and her heart shattered. The space between them felt infinite, even though he was only a few steps away.

"Sebastian..." she whispered, but her voice was lost in the wind.

He paused for just a moment, his back still to her, his hands clenched at his sides. For the briefest second, she thought he might turn around, that he might come back. But then, with a heavy, deliberate step, he walked away, his figure slowly vanishing into the darkness.

The sound of his footsteps faded into the forest, leaving nothing but silence behind.

Aurora stood there, her legs shaking, the weight of their kiss lingering on her lips and the cold realization settling deep in her chest. She had lost him. Truly lost him. And there was nothing left to say, nothing left to do but watch him disappear.

As he walked away, Sebastian’s heart twisted painfully. Every step felt like he was walking further from everything he had once loved, everything he had once fought for. But the darkness had a hold on him now, and no matter how much he wished things could be different, he couldn’t let her pull him back. Not anymore.

Aurora waited, hoping—praying—that he would turn around, but he never did.

And when he was finally gone, swallowed by the shadows of the forest, Aurora sank to her knees, the cold, biting reality of the moment pressing down on her like a weight too heavy to bear.

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UPDATED 9/10/2024. Better aligns with the story that I never intended to write!

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The Final Descent

Present - A Dark Choice

The room was heavy with tension, dark magic humming through the air like a living force. Sebastian’s wand was steady, pointed at the man before him—a trembling, broken figure who barely dared to meet his eyes. The man’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts, his body shaking with fear. But Sebastian felt nothing but the burning fury simmering beneath his skin.

The man had been part of it—he had to be. Part of the conspiracy, the lie, the chain of events that had cursed his sister. The curse that had destroyed her life.

“You think I’m bluffing?” Sebastian’s voice was low, venomous. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his magic sparking, ready to be unleashed. He could feel the dark power curling in his veins, hungry for action.

The man whimpered, eyes wide and desperate. Sebastian sneered, taking a step closer. He could end it now. All it would take was a single unforgivable spell.

This was justice.

For Anne.

But as he stared down at his target, something inside him shifted. A whisper—soft and familiar—echoed in the back of his mind.

“Sebastian...”

His grip faltered for the briefest moment. It was her voice. Aurora. The voice he hadn’t allowed himself to hear in months, the voice that had once anchored him when everything else had fallen apart.

For a moment, the present began to blur, and the suffocating darkness around him seemed to pull him into a memory he had tried so hard to forget.

Flashback - The Ghostly Deathday Party

The music of the ghostly waltz filled the air, soft and haunting, as spirits swirled in an endless, graceful dance. Aurora had been by his side, her hand resting on his arm as they watched the figures twirl. Her warmth anchored him amidst the coldness of the room. And for a fleeting moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

She had looked so beautiful that night. The glow of the ghostly figures had bathed her in an almost ethereal light, making her seem like she belonged among them—otherworldly, untouchable. But to Sebastian, she had always seemed just a little out of reach, no matter how close they were.

He had never told her how much she meant to him. How could he?

His heart ached with the weight of everything unsaid. She was his anchor in the storm, the one person who made him feel alive when everything else was falling apart. But to admit that—to tell her how deeply he loved her—felt too dangerous. If he said it, if he let those words slip out, it might ruin everything they had. Their friendship, their bond—it was fragile, and the thought of losing it terrified him.

So, he had swallowed his feelings, buried them deep inside, hoping that somehow she would just know without him ever needing to say it. He had been so careful, so afraid to break the delicate balance between them.

But that night, something between them had shifted. Aurora’s grip on his arm had been tighter, her gaze distant, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

“I don’t know if I should...” she had whispered, her voice barely audible over the eerie melody.

His heart had clenched at the sound of her voice. He knew exactly what she was talking about-the ancient magic. The ancient magic that she had been toying with sealing away. He had tried to ignore it, tried to pretend that it wasn’t happening, but now, standing there in the ghostly light, the truth was undeniable.

“You’ve already made up your mind,” he had said, his voice sharp, harsher than he intended. But he couldn’t help it. His fear—his desperation—it was all bubbling up to the surface, and he didn’t know how to keep it down.

Aurora had looked up at him then, her eyes wide, pleading. “I haven’t decided,” she had whispered, her grip tightening on his arm. “I don’t want to lose... everything.”

Everything. The word had hung between them, heavy and suffocating.

He knew what she meant. She didn’t want to lose him. She didn’t want to lose them. But what she didn’t realize—what she couldn’t see—was that sealing her magic would destroy everything. If she gave up that part of herself, she wouldn’t just lose that power. She would lose him too. And he wasn’t sure he could bear that.

His heart had screamed at him to say something, to tell her how he felt, to tell her that he loved her, that he needed her to stay. That they could face anything together as long as she didn’t give up. But the words wouldn’t come. They stayed lodged in his throat, buried under fear and doubt.

Because if he told her—if he finally let her know how deeply he cared—and she still chose to seal the magic, then it would be over. Truly over. And the thought of that was unbearable.

So, he had said nothing. He had swallowed the words, buried the feelings deep inside, and let the silence stretch between them as the ghosts danced on, oblivious to the tragedy unfolding before their eyes.

He had wanted to hold her, to pull her close and tell her that they could face anything together if only she wouldn’t give up. But even as she stood beside him, clinging to his arm, he had felt her slipping away. Slowly, inevitably, like sand slipping through his fingers.

He had been powerless to stop it.

The ghosts continued their dance, peaceful and eternal, while the living were left to unravel. And as he stood there, his heart aching with everything unsaid, he knew—he knew—that this was the beginning of the end.

She would seal the magic. She would walk away. And he would lose her.

And still, he couldn’t bring himself to say a word.

Present - The Final Choice

Sebastian’s heart pounded as the memory of the Deathday party dissolved, the echoes of the ghostly waltz fading into the cold, oppressive silence of the present. His wand was still raised, pointed at the man trembling before him, begging for his life.

Aurora’s face lingered in his mind, her eyes full of fear and uncertainty. Her beauty, her warmth—everything about that night had been laced with a quiet tragedy, a sense of loss he hadn’t been able to name at the time.

Her voice echoed again in his mind, soft and pleading, “Don’t give up on yourself, Sebastian. Don’t give up on me.”

For a moment, just a moment, his hand trembled. He could feel her presence, the weight of everything they had shared, everything that had gone unsaid. The memory of her was enough to make him hesitate, enough to make him question the darkness that had consumed him.

But then, the anger surged forward, hot and overwhelming.

Aurora had made her choice. She had sealed the magic, and with it, she had sealed their fate. She had walked away from him, from what they could have had. She hadn’t fought for him, hadn’t fought for them, or at least that is how he had twisted it up in his fragile mind.

And now, he was alone.

This is for Anne, he told himself again, clinging to the justification that had carried him this far. This is justice.

The man before him whimpered, his eyes wide with terror, but all Sebastian could see was Aurora. The way she had looked at him that night. The way she had unknowingly let him go with her decision.

His grip on his wand tightened, and his voice, low and full of venom, filled the room.

“Avada Kedavra.”

The green light flashed, bright and violent, illuminating the room for a single, terrible moment before the man crumpled to the floor, lifeless.

Sebastian stood over the body, his chest heaving, the weight of what he had done pressing down on him like a crushing force. The darkness wrapped around him, whispering its seductive promises, pulling him deeper into the abyss.

Aurora’s face—her beauty, her love, the words he had never spoken—flickered in his mind one last time before it was swallowed by the shadows.

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The Final Break

The cold stone corridors of Hogwarts loomed like a labyrinth around Aurora, every step she took echoing in the stillness. She was running out of time. She had to reach him. She had to try.

When she found him, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, her heart sank. There he was, but he looked more distant than she had ever seen him. Sebastian. But not the Sebastian she knew. His gaze was cold, hard, and the bitterness in his stance sent a shiver down her spine. He didn’t even flinch when she approached.

“Sebastian.” Her voice was a whisper, trembling.

He didn’t look at her right away. The tension between them hung thick in the air.

Finally, he spoke, his voice tight and unfeeling. “What do you want, Aurora?”

The coldness in his tone was like a punch to her gut. Her throat tightened, but she swallowed her pride, her hurt. She had to push through it. “I needed to talk to you,” she began, stepping closer, though every fiber of her being screamed to retreat from the wall he had put up. “You don’t have to do this. You’re not like this, Sebastian. I know you’re still in there.”

His bitter laugh echoed down the corridor. He finally turned, his eyes meeting hers, but they were full of resentment, cutting through her like ice. “Still in there?” His lip curled in disgust. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“What are you talking about?” Aurora’s voice cracked.

His expression darkened, and when he stepped toward her, there was an intensity in his eyes that made her heart skip. “You sealed away the magic,” he said through gritted teeth, every word filled with accusation. “That magic. The one thing that could have saved Anne.”

Her heart stopped. His words hung between them, sharp and unforgiving. She opened her mouth to respond, to explain, but he cut her off with a harsh, bitter laugh.

“You were too afraid of what you might become. Too scared of yourself. So you locked it all away, like a coward,” he spat, stepping even closer. The air between them was taut, full of unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings. Her breath caught in her throat. His nearness made her skin tingle, but it was his fury that froze her in place. “I did it to protect….,” Aurora started but he cut her off.

“Protect who?” he snapped, his voice rising. “Me? Anne? Yourself?” He moved closer, inches away now. Aurora took a step back, her pulse racing as his eyes bore into hers, his breath warm on her skin.

Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a roughness that sent a shock through her entire body. “You didn’t trust yourself,” he said, his grip tightening, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her of how strong he was, how dangerously close they were. “And now I’m supposed to trust you when you tell me not to use dark magic?”

Aurora’s breath hitched, her body trembling under the weight of his words. His hand around her wrist sent waves of electricity through her, and the proximity of him—his fury, his desperation—was almost suffocating. The tension between them, the unresolved feelings, the unspoken desire, pressed down on her like a weight too heavy to bear.

“I didn’t have a choice,” she whispered, her voice barely holding steady. “I was losing control. I couldn’t risk—”

“You couldn’t risk it?” He leaned in, so close now that his lips were almost grazing her ear, the heat of him enveloping her in a way that made her heart race for entirely different reasons. “You should have. You should have risked it all. For Anne. For me.”

Aurora’s stomach twisted, a mixture of guilt and something far deeper pulling at her, making her chest ache. She couldn’t pull away—couldn’t move—and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her, the closeness unbearable. But instead, his grip on her wrist tightened for just a second before he let it go, stepping back.

The sudden release left her breathless, her skin burning where his fingers had been. She stumbled back a step, eyes wide, her heart racing not just from the tension but from the feeling that she had somehow lost him, even though he was standing right there.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, leaning in again, his lips hovering near her ear, his breath brushing against her skin. “Dark magic... whatever it costs me. Whatever it turns me into. Because saving her is all that matters now.”

Aurora’s chest tightened, her body freezing as his words slithered into her mind like poison. His voice was low, intimate, yet full of something far more dangerous. She could feel the heat of him, the raw intensity that radiated off him in waves. Her legs threatened to give out beneath her, the weight of everything unsaid between them pulling her down.

Sebastian stepped back, his eyes hardening once more. “You took away the chance I had…. Dark magic is my only option. You can live with that guilt.”

Her throat tightened, the sting of his accusation cutting through her heart like a blade. “I never wanted to hurt you,” she whispered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I was trying to protect you. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“The right thing?” He scoffed, his expression full of bitter resentment. “The ‘right thing’ hasn’t saved my sister.”

“I wanted to save her too,” she said, her voice breaking, her body trembling with the weight of her words. “I still want to save her.”

“You could have been the answer, Aurora,” he said, his voice lower, rougher, his gaze dark and searching. “But instead, you became the problem. And now, I have to go where you wouldn’t.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she stepped closer, her hand trembling as it reached out toward him. "You’re throwing everything away—your soul, your humanity..." Her voice broke, the weight of her final word hanging heavy in the air between them. “...us.”

For the first time, Sebastian faltered.

His eyes widened, just for a split second, as the word hit him like a physical blow. "Us?" he whispered, repeating it, his voice barely more than a breath. His gaze flickered, the anger momentarily cracking, revealing the deep conflict within him. Something inside him seemed to shake, as if he was on the verge of letting his guard down.

For a heartbeat, the air between them was thick with more than just anger. It was thick with everything unspoken, everything they had buried.

Then, suddenly, his expression hardened again. The vulnerability, the hesitation—it was all gone, replaced by a sneer that cut through her like ice. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them with deliberate slowness, his face inches from hers.

“There is no ‘us,’ Aurora,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, the words dripping with venom. He leaned in, his lips almost brushing hers, his breath hot against her face. “There never was.”

The cruel words shattered whatever was left inside her. The nearness, the tension, the unbearable pull between them—it all collapsed in on itself.

Her breath hitched, her chest tightening with the force of the rejection. The tears she had fought so hard to hold back slipped down her cheeks. She had lost him. The boy she once knew was gone, and in his place stood someone cold, unreachable.

Sebastian straightened, the sneer fading into something colder, more detached. “Stop trying to save me, Aurora. I’ve made my choice. And nothing you say will change that.”

He turned to leave, and Aurora’s heart screamed at her to stop him, to pull him back, but her legs wouldn’t move. She could only watch, helpless, as he disappeared into the shadows of the corridor, the tension between them unresolved, the love she had for him unspoken and lost in the cold silence.

“Sebastian...” Her voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the emptiness he left behind. He didn’t look back. He kept walking, leaving her alone in the dark, her body trembling, her heart shattered.

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Flashback: The Water’s Edge Confrontation

He had thought about it countless times—how different things might have been if he had just turned away, if he had never followed her to that cursed place. But no matter how much time passed, the memory of that day remained vivid, as if the water still clung to his skin.

Aurora stood knee-deep in the water, her gaze fixed on the reflection of the sky above, rippling and distorted in the current. The world around her seemed to fade as she wrestled with the decision she knew she had to make—the decision to seal away her magic for good. It had grown too powerful, too wild, and the fear of what it could do weighed heavy on her chest. The water, usually her place of calm, did little to soothe her today.

She closed her eyes, exhaling slowly, the weight of her ancient magic like a shadow she couldn’t shake. She wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there, trying to gather the strength to do what she felt she must.

“Aurora!”

Her heart jolted at the sound of his voice. She turned to see Sebastian approaching the water’s edge, his eyes dark and full of something between anger and desperation. He had followed her—again. He always did.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice tight as if he already knew the answer but hoped, somehow, he was wrong.

“I needed to think,” she replied, her voice quieter than she intended, the sadness of the truth hanging between them.

Sebastian took a step forward, his shoes splashing into the shallow water, but it didn’t seem to matter to him. “You’re going through with it, aren’t you? Sealing the magic away.”

Aurora turned fully to face him, her body rigid with the tension of the moment. “I don’t have a choice, Sebastian. It’s too dangerous. I can’t control it.”

“That’s not true!” His voice cracked with frustration, his emotions spilling over. “You don’t even know what you’re capable of. That magic could save Anne! You could save her!” His desperation to save his sister was palpable, as it always was. It was his driving force—the thing that had led him down darker paths than either of them had ever imagined.

But Aurora shook her head, her eyes filling with a quiet sorrow. “And what if it doesn’t? What if it destroys her, or you, or someone else I love? I can’t take that risk, Sebastian. Not with something I can’t control.”

The water sloshed as Sebastian moved closer, his fists clenched, anger flashing in his eyes. “You’re just giving up,” he spat, his voice bitter. “You’re scared, Aurora. You’re running from something that could fix everything!”

Her breath hitched, a flash of anger rising to meet his. “You don’t understand—”

“I understand perfectly!” Sebastian interrupted, his voice a sharp contrast to the peaceful sound of the flowing water around them. “You’ve never had to fight for someone like I’ve had to fight for Anne. You don’t know what it’s like to watch someone you love suffer every day and feel completely helpless.”

Aurora’s eyes hardened. “And what happens when that magic destroys everything in its path, Sebastian? When it’s too much for me to handle, and you lose more than your sister? You think I don’t want to save her? You think this isn’t killing me too?”

Her words stung him into silence for a moment. But the emotions between them were too volatile to settle. They stood there, inches apart now, the tension rising with every second.

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but the words never came. In a flash of frustration, Aurora—frustrated by his inability to understand the danger her magic poses—shoved him into the water.

Sebastian, fully dressed, stumbled and fell into the water. The shock of it silenced them both for a moment. He stood up, soaking wet, his anger momentarily giving way to a raw vulnerability. He didn’t yell or accuse her anymore. Instead, as he stood in the water, their gazes locked, and he finally asked, almost brokenly, "Why are you so afraid of this power?"

This simple question hit Aurora harder than she expected. She waded deeper into the water toward him, drawn by something she couldn’t explain. Her hands were clenched at her sides, her emotions as turbulent as the water around them. She was afraid—afraid of what her magic could do to those she loved, and afraid of how much she cared about Sebastian.

They stood inches apart, faces so close. The tension between them shifted from anger to something unspoken, something tender. The water swirled around them, as if holding them together for just a moment longer.

Sebastian’s expression changed. His jaw tightened, and the raw vulnerability in his eyes shifted back to something colder, harder. He stepped back slightly, breaking the tension.

“It’s too late,” he whispered, his voice low but steady.

Aurora froze, her breath catching in her throat. She had expected him to keep fighting, to keep pushing her, but this—this resignation cut deeper than any argument they had ever had.

Sebastian's eyes flickered with pain before hardening once again. "You’re a coward," he said, his voice low and cold now. “You’re too afraid to see what’s right in front of you.”

Aurora said nothing as she watched him walk away, each step a reminder of the growing distance between them. The water around her suddenly felt colder, and the silence left behind by his absence was deafening.

She knew this wasn’t the last time they would face each other. There would be other meetings, other chances to resolve the conflict between them, but with each one, they would be pulled further apart. Every encounter would draw them closer to the inevitable moment when Sebastian would fully embrace the darkness.

By the time they met again in that dark forest, when the shadows had consumed him, Aurora would remember this moment. She would remember the cold water, Sebastian’s broken voice, and the way he had walked away from her. She would wonder if there had ever been a way to stop what was coming. But that time had passed, and the choices they had made now lay between them like a chasm that could never be crossed.

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<3 Just Sebastian at the beach

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I can't stop taking pictures....

[lorriiraine]

Back to the classics …

I really love to make this pose with Seb whenever I have something new for him 🥹♥️