walking disasters.

sebastian rider • son of rapunzel and eugene fitzherbert flynn rider. how can one little street swallow so many lives?? var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5178607"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[plusfortquemoi]

[sebastianiisms]

sebastian let out a laugh when helen’s hair hit aurelius in the face; it was definitely going to be fun having them around again. without hesitation, he hugged his sister back, not even minding how hard it was — he could handle it, but he had to comment on it. “damn, did you get stronger?” he teased, chuckling lightly. “hey aurelius, let go, yeah? come on, be cool,” he laughed, trying once again to get through to the horse, moving over towards him to pet him, hoping he would listen this time around.

[sebastianiisms]

of course she had to say that if she wanted to sell her stuff, but sebastian had already waited nearly until the last minute. sure, he could’ve worn one of his many suits he already owned; suits were never really a big deal for him, honestly, but he figured he’d go out for this one — for crimson. “it’s nice,” sebastian commented, eyeing the suit closer, before turning back to the woman, “i’ll take it,” he finally decided.

[sebastianiisms]

helenxrider:

“aurelius, no.” helen turned back for the tenth time, putting a hand up to stop the white horse from following her. he was still wearing the saddles and decorations of a horse from corona; golden sun medallions and all. the horse had been following her across campus for nearly ten minutes, and now they’d stopped near the dorms building entrance – effectively blocking the way.

“you have to stay in the stables.” the horse whinnied. “you can’t go upstairs. i know you said you can but you can’t.” she turned around, walking forward again, and aurelius bit at her hair gently. “hey!”

mom and dad had told sebastian that helen was coming today, so he made sure to stay outside and keep an eye out for her. he let out a laugh at the scene before him, aurelius making it easy to spot them. “aurelius, my main!” he exclaimed, as he made his way up to them, just in time to see the horse had bit at helen’s hair slightly. he simply petted the horse gently, “let her go, please,” he said, suppressing his laughter.

[sebastianiisms]

ursulareigns:

“define ‘best’ for me. tastes vary depending on the person,” she said, amused somewhat. he had to be one of the princes or at least some sort of nobility. the way he spoke definitely gave him away. “but i guess our high-end ones are over here…” she made her way over to the suit section of the store, stopping beside a certain part of it. “any of these interest you?”

“fair enough,” he shrugged, already making his way towards the section she had point out for him. “this one’s nice,” he commented as his gazed over a black suit. there wasn’t anything special in the color choice, but he preferred it over any other color suit. “think this will impress?” he asked, turning back towards the store owner.

[ursulareigns]

ursula was bored out of her mind, just sitting behind the counter, waiting. she didn’t dare go on a break, especially when there were so many reflective surfaces around to show herself and others who she really was. she wasn’t taking that risk. she had to stay inside the safety of her own store until the time was right.

the door opened, the bell tinkled, and someone stepped inside. she was instantly on her feet. “hello, may i help you?”

[sebastianiisms]

sebastian normally would’ve gotten a suit fitted specifically for him at some high end store, but he had heard good things about this store and he figured he really didn’t have anything to lose. as soon as he entered, the bell above the door dinged, giving him away. “yeah, i’m looking for a suit — preferably the best one you have,” he said, hoping she’d have something for him. he wanted to impress crimson, after all.

[sebastianiisms]

eliseriderr:

“I know you are.” she said with a giggle. She didn’t hesitate to return the hug. “I’d like that a lot she told him with a smile.

“great, we can go anywhere you want. your pick, my treat,” he chuckled, keeping an arm around his sister’s shoulder, holding her close.

[sebastianiisms]

bigcrimsonwolf:

“you know, I GUESS, just a little bit, no big deal,” crimson started sarcastically, though his bright smile was telltale of his true feelings. he could barely get mad at sebastian. there were, of course, a few RARE occasions but they were always well-intentioned. “i think this has been obvious since i started calling you my husband, jokingly or not,” he snickered before nudging the other’s arm with his elbow. “– i don’t know,” he crooned before motioning towards the kitchen. “the steak cutlets are in there, my sweet prince, can i trust you with seasoning them??”

“then might as well start calling you my husband then from now on,” sebastian lightly teased, fully intending to do so, actually. because why not? “oh, i don’t know,” he began, following his boyfriend’s gaze towards the kitchen. part of him wanted to stay with crimson, just keep on bugging him, because that sounded better than seasoning cutlets. sure, the goal was to have a nice dinner, though, so he nodded. “i guess we’ll see how this works out, huh. no getting mad if i fuck it all up,” he teased, already making his way towards the kitchen.

[sebastianiisms]

eliseriderr:

“But Seb I just got here.” she whined playfully before smiling over at him. “But okay I’ll be more careful.” she promised him. 

“good, because i’m worried about you all the time,” he admitted, bringing her into a quick side hug. “are you hungry?? wanna grab something to eat??”

[sebastianiisms]

"My hands are as cold as my heart right now."

sentence starters | accepting | @whatxverlolawants

“are you always this dramatic?? it’s not even that cold.”

[sebastianiisms]

whatxverlolawants:

“Well, don’t. I don’t care about the difference, I don’t buy your fake chivalry, and I don’t want to play nice with you.” She dismissed his annoyance, jotting down something in her book. “How far along are you?”

“alright, whatever you say,” he said, rolling his eyes slightly, as he took a few steps away from her to get a better look at what he needed. “almost done, i think??” he shrugged. school was never really his strong point, in all honesty, but he always tried. “yeah, there’s just one more on my list we need to talk about: wand magic. unless you did that already.”

[sebastianiisms]

bigcrimsonwolf:

“okay, true– but can we both agree that it was super frustrating during that time?? trying to do boyfriend things without being official boyfriends, that’s some tiring stuff,” crimson said with a laugh. whilst sebastian was grabbing the pans, he grabbed the vegetables and placed them on the cutting board. he was in the midst of chopping them when sebastian started teasing him. he was about to retort something back, but instead gave a pitter-pattered smile and kissed him back. “you’re an asshole,” he said when he pulled away, continuing to cut the vegetables.

“i guess dates and kissing are always a plus,” he chuckled, almost always having a permanent smile on his face whenever crimson was around. so despite everything he said and whenever he teased his boyfriend, it was evident to see how sebastian felt around him. “so you keep saying, but i think we both know you’re crazy about me,” he teased, even though there was a serious tone to his voice as he spoke. he watched as crimson continued cutting the vegetables as he leaned up against the counter, looking around slightly. “think you trust me enough to do anything??” he chuckled.

[love-for-boys]

[bigcrimsonwolf]

@sebastianiisms

[sebastianiisms]

The coffee table bit me again dammit! (eirella!)

sentence starters | accepting | @eirella

“you know, i think you’re the only person who can say that and not catch me by surprise.”

[sebastianiisms]

“maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. maybe it’ll happen to you tomorrow,” he shrugged, lightly teasing.

[sebastianiisms]

"My hands are as cold as my heart right now."

sentence starters | accepting | @whatxverlolawants

“are you always this dramatic?? it’s not even that cold.”

[sebastianiisms]

“wow. i’m not even trying to be your friend, i’m trying to be friendly. there’s a difference, you know. — but whatever, forget i asked,” he shrugged. the sooner they finished with what they had to do, the better. “yeah, yeah, sounds good.”

[sebastianiisms]

The coffee table bit me again dammit! (eirella!)

sentence starters | accepting | @eirella

“you know, i think you’re the only person who can say that and not catch me by surprise.”

[sebastianiisms]

“well — yeah,” he shrugged, not even bothering to deny the fact. “you know, if you keep glaring all the time, your face might get stuck like that,” he chuckled, poking her forehead teasingly. 

[sebastianiisms]

“yeah, but let’s be real, we were together even when we weren’t,” he chuckled lightly, followed shortly by a shrug. “alright, two pans,” he nodded, making his way over to the cabinet where they kept their pans. they probably only had two in total, in all honesty. he took out two pans and brought them over to where crimson was, setting them onto the stove. “that — doesn’t make me feel better. if this apartment goes down in flames, i’m leaving you to deal with eirella,” he chuckled, sneaking a quick kiss so the other couldn’t fight back right away.

[belamyblaks]

[sebastianiisms]

@eirella