Length of time in Briar Ridge: Since Feb '25 (but he visited in the summer of 2009, on and off throughout the years.)
Neighborhood: Downtown
🖋 Played & Penned by: Sean Teale ⋆ Syd
Meet … SEBASTIAN BOLIVAR! ... He is best known for [ owning Happy Tails Pet Shop ] and [ being Genesis' Ortiz's stepbrother ]. What is really important to know is that [ his older brother has been missing for over a decade ].
Death, Depression TW
It's hard to remember what life was like before BLANK Bolivar went missing. Perhaps his mind managed to block it all out in an effort to stay sane, but all Sebastian can recall is the last night he saw his brother and the absolute turmoil their family experienced as they tried to cope with it. Lorena Bolivar raised her two sons as a single mother; their father is just a faint memory for Sebastian. It was always the three of them living in their two-bedroom apartment in New York City, where Lorena worked tirelessly to keep her boys off the streets. It wasn't a fantastical story—just an everyday American one.
BLANK's sudden disappearance shocked everyone. For years, Sebastian struggled to make sense of it, but he ultimately gave up when his mother started dating again a year later. He always thought she was acting irrationally, and her ability to forget about her other son drove him up the wall. He knew it was a complicated situation. They couldn't go to the authorities because Lorena had secrets. She was vague and never explained why. Sebastian suspected it might have something to do with his father. They fought about it for years, on and off. However, it was only after Sebastian met the man his mother had been seeing that he finally began to understand why she had moved on.
Diego Ortiz had a certain demeanor about him. He seemed like a man who knew what he wanted and carried himself in a way that made others feel safe. Lorena was a strong woman, but Sebastian knew she cried herself to sleep every night until she met him. Meeting Diego felt like a saving grace for her, so Sebastian set aside his own feelings and allowed her to heal, even if he could not. Instead of focusing on his own struggles, he busied himself obsessing over his brother's disappearance. He spent countless hours searching for information online and dedicated an immense amount of time whenever a new technology emerged. Sebastian was consumed by this obsession until he realized that it was preventing him from truly living his own life. By his mid-twenties, he finally stopped searching for his older brother.
As Sebastian approached mid twenties, he made the decision to apply to veterinary school. His passion for animals had always come naturally, but he had delayed his education until he was able to pay for it himself. After working various odd jobs throughout his twenties and finally starting to move on from the disappearance of his brother, Sebastian felt it was time to focus on his own future. During this period, he excelled academically, consistently ranking at the top of his class and frequently volunteering for challenging projects. His future looked bright, and on top of that, he managed to propose to his girlfriend of three and a half years amid all this personal growth. He envisioned a life where he would be married and in their first home shortly after graduation. She seemed supportive of this plan—at least, until her sister tragically passed away in an accident, taking both her life and that of her unborn child.
The loss caused an insurmountable amount of pain, and she called off their engagement shortly after. In an instant, his future was shattered, and he fell into a deep depression, unable to complete his studies. Years later, Sebastian's step-sister, Genesis, reached out to him, encouraging him for weeks to come out of his slump. Sebastian was far from well. He threw himself into tireless work in an effort to earn back just a fraction of the money he wasted in vet school. He stopped socializing and focused solely on earning money. Eventually, she convinced him to move to Briar Ridge to be with family, as her father and his mother were overseas enjoying their vacation home in paradise. Sebastian realized he could no longer stay in New York as the memories here were far too painful for him to carry on. He decided to seek a new future in Briar Ridge with his step-sister and niece, hoping for a fresh start.
* character inspiration: Ray Stantz (Ghostbusters), Winn Schott (Supergirl), Sam Witwicky (Transformers), Bruce Banner (Marvel), Landry Clarke (Friday Night Lights)
HEADCANNONS:
Sebastian likes to run and has particularly been a fan of running along the coast at sunset ever since moving to Briar Ridge. It was the one thing that helped him stay out of his apartment for long periods when he was ordered to get more sun. He's grown to be a dedicated runner at this point and often considers doing the Boston Marathon.
When Sebastian drinks too much, he becomes paranoid and on edge. He's been that way since he was a teen and was strict about his limitations until he fell into depression. Now, he tends to teeter on the edge of his limitations.
Born and raised in New York, New York, 1992.
Sebastian's older brother goes missing during his teenage years.
His mother meets and starts dating Diego Ortiz. (Genesis's Father) (They marry when Sebastian is 18 years old.)
To and from his visits to Briar Ridge, Sebastian meets someone and they begin a 'noncommittal summer fling' (Elena Duarte)
Sebastian stops looking for his older brother almost ten years later.
He attended veterinary school in 2017 and met his girlfriend (Cassia Gallo) around this time.
Sebastian proposes three and a half years later. They're engaged for a few months before she calls it off, and Sebastian eventually drops out of school.
Years later, Sebastian throws himself into work, falling into a deep depression.
Genesis helps Sebastian move to Briar Ridge a few years later.
CORE CONNECTIONS :
Genesis Ortiz (Step-Sister)—Sebastian and his step-sister share a very close bond, even though they didn't grow up together. Genesis's keen ability to see the ways in which Sebastian hides himself has helped him escape from the dark places he's found himself in. She continually fills the gaps left by his missing older brother.
Sahra Demir (NY Roommate)—In his early twenties, Sebastian and Sahra were roommates for a couple of years before Sebastian entered into a relationship and moved out. Despite their distance, Sahra and Sebastian seem to lead parallel lives, falling in and out of relationships at the same time and ending up in the same place after all these years.
Cassia Gallo (Ex-Fiancée)—Sebastian had fallen deeply in love with his ex-fiancée when they first met. Emerging from a period of obsession with true crime following the mysterious disappearance of his older brother, Cassia appeared to be the perfect remedy for his pain and the ongoing unsolved mystery. He had intended to propose to her after a few years of dating, but the weight of her older sister's death proved too heavy for either of them to handle.
Elena Duarte (Past *Situationship)—Meeting Elena happened by pure chance, one crowded beach day as the sun was setting. They were both in their twenties and, for a few years, were committed to a casual summer fling that never ventured beyond Briar Ridge. If they were fortunate enough to be in town, they would see each other, but when they were away, they often forgot that the other was just a phone call away.
“Hmm.” Alara shook her head, laughter spilling easily from her lips as she gave him a deliberately slow once-over before meeting his gaze again. Her brow arched almost of its own accord before she finally quipped, “Calling yourself the stereotypical ‘perfect man’ is a bold move, Sebastian.” She let the words linger, like she might cut him down a notch, before her smile curved wider. “But… I suppose it’s not entirely inaccurate.”
The grin tugged at her lips, betraying how much she was enjoying their back-and-forth. “Survive another couple classes, and maybe I’ll let you know if you’re actually getting special treatment.”
Sebastian wasn't sure what he was expecting when he haphazardly flirted with his boxing instructor. Lately, he hadn't exactly been that mindful these days. Throwing caution to the wind had become his style, so perhaps jokingly calling himself handsome was a bit out of line. Still, he couldn't deny feeling a bit pleased that it somehow worked.
"I usually say that when I'm clearly not feeling tall, dark, or handsome," he gestures to his sweaty appearance, his hair tousled with the ends sticking to his temples. Still, he tries to deflect his surprise at her agreement by focusing the attention back on her. "But who am I to decide what the eye beholds?"
The thought of having to survive a few more classes to receive special treatment made him raise his brows in uncertainty, and a light chuckle escaped him as he coughed. "I'm sure the special treatment will be well worth it," he said, opting to avoid expressing his true feelings, which were leaning more toward how sore he would be if he had to keep this up. "Are all your classes like this one? Or did I accidentally take an advanced class by accident?"
The feeling of his fingers sliding inside of her sends a shiver through her core, practically melting at the brief feeling of satisfaction before the hunger for more returns. She knows what it feels like to be fuller with him inside of her and his fingers are merely a reminder of that. Her swollen lips, that she'd been bitting in anticipation for his arrival, pop open at the touch of his fingers. His question doesn't get answered by words but rather her lips wrapping around his digit as she sucks it. A visual she knows will only torment him more. Her tongue swirls around his digit before she releases it with a pop. "Only if you cum in my mouth." Her thighs part further as his hand searches for the spot he knows so well which will inevitably tip her over the edge, but she does her best to tip the scales evenly as much as she can with words and teases. "Fuck," she gasps when he pulls her closer and his hand works harder to pump inside of her. Her toes curl and her body leans into him while her orgasm grows. "Right there, don't stop." Her body tenses up and all she can do is grasp his forearm in warning that she is moments from cumming. Seconds later, she surrenders to her orgasm, gushing against his hand while her body trembles as she rides the waves of pleasure. "Oh fuck," she gasps while her chest heaves, peering up at him until she feels stable enough to stand. Her hand reaches for the back of his neck to pull his mouth to hers in a greedy, but appreciative kiss all the while she pushes against his body with hers enough that she can slide from the desk and down to her knees. "Is this what you want? Do you like me on my knees?"
Sebastian was thinking out loud when his thumb pressed against the fullness of her bottom lip, his thoughts running, feeling the tip of her tongue touch his skin. His mouth hung open as he felt her tongue curl around his digit. Her condition for him to cum in her mouth earned her a look, a darkened stare paired with a dry chuckle. Dirty girl. "I bet you'd like that," he says with his voice low. Sebastian hums at the look on her face as he pumps into her faster, deepening his reach with a type of fervor that felt endless. He can feel his cock leaking in his jeans at the sight of her barely clad body shaking beneath him, her plea to keep going being answered diligently as he pushes his hand in deeper, the sound of her wet pussy earning a deep growl. The knit between her brows says she was going to cum soon, and when their eyes meet, he nods with a smile that begs her to give in. "Fuck..." he groans, his mouth hanging open as he pulls his dripping hand from her. "You sure are messy..." he shakes his head with a teasing glint, picking his gaze back up with his heaving chest. When she reaches for him, Sebastian responds as his smile melts against her mouth, matching her greed. At first, Sebastian thinks she's repositioning herself on the desk when he feels her pressing against him, but when he feels her sliding down, he opens his eyes to watch her. Her question makes him smirk, the top of his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as an immediate response. "I think you'd look better with my cock in your mouth." Sebastian unbuttons his jeans, pulling the band of his underwear down with his thumb as he takes his cock out with the other hand. His eyes are peering into Cassia's, knocking his head back as he gestures to her with a single beckoning finger. "Come here and show me how pretty you are."
Elsie looked at him with her mouth parted slightly. "Good blonde person? You think we're all dumb. You do know that saying isn't actually factual, right?" The conception of blonde people being dumb wasn't something she heard continuously in her life but enough that she was a bit immune to the assumption. When he moved to the bed, she raised a brow and wondered if he was going to ask her to actually make out to make it less suspicious. Luckily, he went another route than she'd assumed and tried to set a scene. "So you're thinking we make it seem like we were about to do a bit more and stopped or got interrupted? Then we almost have to ruffle our hair and clothes because we can't have the bed be a mess while we look like we're put together." She looked around. "We could knock some things over... but delicately. I can't afford to repay anything back in here."
Sebastian furrowed his brows at her response, suddenly realizing the difference in their levels of sobriety. "I meant that in a pet name sort of way." He defended, his feet hanging off the bed so as not to dirty the duvet with his shoes. "You know, affectionately. I'll let you call me a bad, tall, handsome male in return." He says it like he'd hate to hear it, his mischievous grin betraying him.
When she appeared to show interest in his drunken plan, Sebastian relaxed his shoulders, nodding eagerly. He grinned at her additional ideas, chuckling as he sat up. "I mean, it's the most logical explanation than explaining that we'd rather hang out in a bedroom away from all the noise. I mean, when else would I get the chance to lie on... what is this," he pauses, fingers touching the duvet beneath him with dramatic flair. "Like, 3000 percent cotton or something?" In truth, Sebastian was feeling a bit too drunk and wanted to lie down. He felt weird lying here alone if she left.
for a song that is guaranteed to make my muse get up and dance
There are so many songs that would get Sebastian out to dance. He loves being out on the dance floor and grew up dancing with cousins and neighbors on his street. Baila Esta Cumbia by Selena was something his mom loved playing and dancing to at home, so he naturally gets up if this song is playing. It's nostalgic!
Sebastian has his own playlist for when he goes out on runs. The playlist mainly consists of upbeat songs in both English and Spanish, but a fun fact about him is that he loves running to Cough Syrup by Young the Giant. It makes him feel epic.
Send a 😢 for a song my muse listens to when they're sad
for a song my muse listens to when they're sad
Wild World by Cat Stevens was on repeat during the few years Sebastian couldn't leave his home. It was the first song that came on the radio after Cassia had broken their engagement, and for a while, it would find him when he wouldn't expect it. Eventually, Sebastian has come to just turn it on when he feels like he needs a hug in the form of a song.
for a song about a specific time in my muse's life
Brokenhearted by Joan is the perfect song to describe Sebastian's feelings regarding his breakup with Cassia. Her leaving him, down to the number of years they were together. Every lyric, every line. "How can I hit rewind? So I can find a single reason why? You would leave, with no goodbye. No apology, our future left behind." The song has a sweet, nostalgic sound that foreshadows the complicated situation they find themselves in today. @cassiagallo
There was no guessing game when it came to Sebastian. No need for him to test and search for what touches or spots would work to make her toes curl and her eyes roll back in her head from pleasure. They'd done this for years— mapped each other out and memorized every curve and freckle. Her head falls back at pleasure ripples through her body and shivers run along her spine, knowing that his goal isn't to make her cum immediately but to taste and pleasure enough so delicious sounds can echo from her lips. "That feels so good," she moans when he parts her further and she peers down to meet his gaze, fingers curling into his short raven-hair to ensure he keep the pace at her entrance.
The whimper that escapes her lips when he rises is soon vanished by an equally desperate gasp as his digit replaces his mouth, hips jutting out more in greed. He was taking his time but she'd sat around long enough with just her mind and thoughts to want to take it slow. All she wants is to feel him inside of her. But the words don't immediately escape. Not with his hand between her thighs. In fact, she isn't able to lift her gaze from his hand, thighs quivering as his touch turns towards her clit. The grasp on the edge of the table turns white-knuckled while she curls her toes, hearing his words a few beats later as her orgasm begins to grow. But he stops. "Fuck," she gasps out in desperation, her face reflecting something that resembles despair and desire. He gives her just enough to crave even more, then pulls back, and at this point, she's half tempted to beg on her knees if it'll get him to touch her more. The friction of his body against her isn't enough, more like a tease as the strain beneath his jean reminds her of exactly what she wants and desires most. "I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me so hard that the clients in the parking lot who are wondering why you've closed your doors three hours earlier can hear exactly what you're doing to me." She whispers as she hands slowly slide down his chest towards the top button of his pants. "And then I want you to fuck me on every surface of this office so you can't escape the thought of me."
He can't help but hum in approval every time he sees that glint in her eye. The way she knocks her head back in pleasure and how her body moves, hungry for more. The arch of her back and the way she looked were so sensual, Sebastian felt like he was getting drunk at the sight of her. It's almost distracting how her face, like this, reminds him of how well he knows her. He knows what she likes, when she likes it, and the idea alone was enough of a push to use a bit of his lingering anger to add a little bit more spice to his touch. He pulls back after grinding into her, the feeling of her hand running down his chest causing him to still as she starts telling him precisely what she wants. Sebastian knocks his head back like he's in heaven hearing Cassia say those words. His cock jumps at the thought of it, thrusting two fingers into her. "Fuck me..." he groans. He wasn't sure if the idea of thinking about her every time he was in here was a good one or not, but right now, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more. Sebastian's cock jumped, imagining her on her knees with his cock in her mouth underneath his desk. "You want me inside you?" His hand raises, his thumb grazing her bottom lip to pry it open gently. "You gonna take my cock in your mouth?" His other hand moves faster, his finger reaching to get to that perfect spot that will make her squirm and cum fast. "I want you to cum for me first, baby," he says, pulling her closer. His mouth ghosts over hers as his thumb remains on her tongue, his cock leaking in his jeans. "Me encanta el sabor de tu coño. Por favor, baby." He says with a growl, quickening his pace. "Don't you want my cock?" He asked her, like she wasn't just begging and demanding him moments before.
Translation: I love the taste of your pussy. Please.
The right guy will love your kids as much as you do seemed to now echo in Kit's head. All thanks to Sebastian. The man Kit (not so secretly) had a crush on. In his head he so wished Sebastian was that guy.
"Thank you," he nodded, that little grin permanently glued to his lips as he looked up at Sebastian again. "And I'm sorry that I was a total debby downer with that story," he laughed. "Fuck, I suck!"
He grabbed his glass and chugged the rest of his sweet drink, knowing it didn't have alcohol in it, but it was kind of like the placebo effect, or like how they tell people who want to quit smoking to replace a cigarette with a lollipop.
"Now what?" he asked, licking off the rest of the salt rim before he put his glass aside.
Sebastian wears a broad, spreading grin that remains firm even as Kit offers his apology. He shakes his head lightly, waving his hand dismissively as if to say it’s truly no concern. “Please, don’t apologize,” he says, his eye almost winking in a playful gesture meant to reassure Kit. “I mean, I asked, you know?” After Sebastian mirrors Kit by taking another sip of his drink, he can't help but laugh in response to Kit's question. “Oh, I don’t know. You could... ask me something about myself?” He shakes his head, a mischievous glint in his eye, and adds with a playful tone, “Asshole.”
Elsie stood in the room and wandered around out of curiosity. While she wasn't going to pocket anything and walk away, it didn't mean that she wouldn't open a few drawers in the matter of time that it took him to handle his business. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for the owners, it was only a matter of seconds and she instantly turned from the dresser whenever the door opened. "I understand that, especially when you're in a situation like this. I feel like that would only heighten paranoia."
"We're all done though so if someone decides to come in. We can always mask all of this with the fact that we were making out on the bed and didn't realize we were in the master. I feel like it's a better story than the truth." Which was that they couldn't hold their bladder that they needed to sneak into the private bathroom for a quick release. "Hopefully no one discovers us and this is just our little dirty secret, Sebastian. I'm Elsie. Nice to meet you."
Sebastian's brows raised at her suggestion, initially taken aback, but he soon eased into a grin as he nodded. "That, Elsie, is a great idea." He reached out to pat her head, finding it amusing how alcohol made people act on their impulses. "Good blonde person." He then started walking backward, turning to one side of the bed with a mischievous look on his face. He hummed dramatically, contemplating, "I wonder what we should do to convince them that we were making out on this bed." The perfectly made bed looked like something straight out of Bed, Bath & Beyond. Biting his bottom lip, Sebastian turned, eyebrows raised, and grabbed a pillow, tossing it towards Elsie. "Should we lock the door before we mess this thing up? Or leave it unlocked and risk being caught?" For some reason, drunken Sebastian believed that their only option was to mess up the bed rather than simply leave, as no one had caught them. Yet.
Cassia was grateful for the camera in the office to peer over the store, and more specifically, Sebastian. She would have surely been hanging out of the office door trying to see how far he was into his interaction with the elderly woman who had come in for her yearly shopping spree. Either that or she had a worrisome amount of feline's living with her.
That thought vanishes the second she watches him hastily lock the door behind the woman and then rush to his office. Her heart pounds as she waits, legs dangling back and forth until she hears the faint click of the door and he comes into view. His approach was quick and lethal, but her entire body calms with his presence. No matter the times they'd done this, she continuously craves the feeling that follows whenever his fingers brush her skin. An undeniable sense comfort that washes away any thought or worry.
His grip and touch were rougher than before and her brow perks as her body slams into his. She can't speak, merely tips her head forward in a yes. She'd thought of this far longer than he suspected— before even tracking him down. "Seb," she gasps as he slaps her centre, jolting her enough that she grabs the front of his shirt for support. Her entire body ripples with desire, hips tilting forward in demand for more friction.
Her breath quickens at the sight of him kneeling before her, moaning when his tongue drags across her. She was certain her thighs glistened from her arousal from being seated here and wondering of what he'd do, or how he'd touch her— but his actions were far grander than what she'd anticipated. A rougher side she hadn't bared witness to before, but wanted more of.
"Fuck, Sebastian. Please." A plea to stop teasing. Torturing. She scooted forward more in demand for a touch, some friction of any.
"Don't make me beg." But she would. God knew she would.
His anger hasn't dissipated. Sebastian can feel sparks of his irritation come out as his grip hardens, his eyes rolling back as his mouth opens wider, taking more of her in. He loved that he was here. Even if he was angry and irritated as fuck with her, having his mouth on her like this and seeing how wet she was somehow made it all worth it. "Oh, you're so fucking wet," he groans, feeling her drip down his chin. He knew that she had truly won at this point. Sebastian had long forgotten why they hadn't been speaking for weeks, or why she had to seduce him to get him here in the first place. His tongue prods at her entrance, relaxing his jaw as he starts to fuck her open. He spreads her legs wide so she can see how good he's doing, his hungry gaze lifting momentarily for approval. She might be dripping for him, but Sebastian would always be looking for Cassia's approval.
Her request to not make her beg makes him laugh, chuckling with his mouth still on her. He picks his head up, licking his lips as his thumb starts to prod against her entrance. He gets to his feet, tilting his head as his gaze remains fixed on her dripping cunt as he continues to play with her, teasing her. "Don't make you beg?" he breaks out into a grin, brows knitting as he feels her gushing beneath his fingers. He hums, his other hand wrapping around her thigh as he starts playing with her clit at the same time. "I know, baby..." he says softly, his gaze lifting up to look at her face. His gaze is soft, comforting, almost. "You want it so badly." Sebastian gives her cunt another light slap, the sound of her wet skin slapping against his hand making his cock jump beneath his jeans. He presses against her, bringing his hand to press against her stomach. "But I need you to say it," he breathes, his chest heaving as he brings his hands to hold at her sides. He presses his clothed cock against her, digging his hips into her slowly, driving them into a steady rhythm. "Please, baby. Tell me how badly you want it." One hand reaches to grab hold of her chest, his fingers pulling at her perky nipples like it was a sign of encouragement.
Sonny listens intently, her smile softening as Sebastian speaks. She keeps her eyes trained forward for the most part, but every now and then she glances over at him, studying the shift in his expressions. There’s a weight behind his words—steady, practiced maybe? but still real—and something in her chest tightens at the thought of younger Sebastian trying to make sense of a world that kept letting him down.
She lets a beat pass after he finishes, the silence thick but not uncomfortable. Then, with a small breath, she replies. “That's... a lot,” she says gently, the corners of her mouth curving into a sympathetic smile. “And also—kind of beautiful, in a way?” She shrugs a little, eyes still on the road. “You didn’t just roll over when things got too hard. You found something that made you still feel like you were doing something right, even if it wasn’t where you originally thought you were heading.”
There’s another pause as she looks over at him briefly. “I don’t think that’s something to laugh off.” Her voice softens, but there’s a rare honesty in it now, the kind that slips out when the walls come down without warning. “Honestly, I think people like you are the ones who do put the fires out. Maybe not with a big heroic gesture or anything, but in quiet, steady ways. Like picking up strays. Or... owning a shop called Happy Tails, which is just—come on, that's adorable.”
She lets out a breath like she’s weighing how much she wants to say next. Sonny’s never been the type to overshare, but something about the way he’s so calm about his own pain—like it’s worn smooth from being turned over too many times—makes it feel...safer somehow. Or, maybe not safe. But close enough.
“My brother always wanted a dog,” she says suddenly, voice distant. “We never got one. He used to leave me these drawings though—like, crude little cartoons of us with a giant mutt named Meatball or Moose or something stupid like that. Said we’d get one when we ran away one day. Make a new life, with a dog and no rules.” She lets out a breathy laugh, small and sad. “We didn’t run far. And he never got that dog.”
Her gaze stays fixed on the window, but she adds, after a long pause, “So, yeah. I get it, I guess. Why someone might build a weird little rebellion out of animals. And hope.” A beat, then she smirks. “And yeah, I do set matches sometimes. But I like to think I know when to stop before it all burns down.” She reaches out, brushing the back of her fingers lightly against his arm in a quick, casual motion. “Besides, if you ever start one by accident, I’m pretty handy with a fire extinguisher, just so you know.”
Sebastian wasn't sure what he would gain from revealing so much of himself to someone he had just met, but he was pleasantly surprised by the response he received. He realized he hadn't considered it from that perspective before. After spending so long in the dark, he had focused more on how long it took to get to this point rather than celebrating the fact that he was finally here. As she continued speaking, he remained silent, a gentle smile forming on his lips. She was quite thoughtful, and he wondered whether she treated everyone this way or reserved her kindness for those she likely would never see again.
He pauses for a moment as she speaks again, a gentle grin spreading across his face as she recalls a story from her childhood. "I actually like Moose," he says, his brows raising with genuine interest. Sebastian chuckles to himself, slipping into one of his daydreams. "I'm imagining a Great Dane or a Mastiff," he muses. He knows he would never own one, but the fantasy of it makes him melt—perhaps in another life.
There's a brief moment when Sebastian turns to Sonny after she offers to help put out any fires. "You'd help put out my fires?" he asks with a laugh, not taking her too seriously. "That's a big I.O.U. for being at the right place at the right time." After a moment, he shakes his head as he looks back at her, unsure of how he feels about being so seen by her. It felt strange to be around someone like that. Sebastian can't help but chuckle and shake his head. "You're quite thoughtful," he says, leaving no room for disagreement. "You certainly give people a run for their money, don't you?" He chuckles again, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
WHERE: Concession Stand at the Starry Skies Drive In... evening!
@elenaduarte
Sebastian had offered to take Juliana off Genesis' hands for the evening because he had secretly been looking forward to seeing "The Bad Guys 2." He had stumbled upon the first movie a few nights ago while high and enjoyed it so much that he texted Genesis, asking if he could take Juliana along. He didn't want to seem odd by going to a drive-in movie alone to watch a children's animated film. Sure, he was granted the privacy of his own car, but Sebastian just couldn't shake the nerves.
He stood in front of a selection of movie snacks, adding butter to both his and his niece's personal bags of popcorn when he felt someone move beside him. Instinctively, he looked up and froze when he realized it was Elena. Sebastian greeted her with a playful grin and let out a chuckle. "You're not following me, are you?" He thought it was funny, considering the roles would be reversed at first glance.
With her arm linked through her old roommates, head resting down on his shoulder as they stood in front of a large glass wall and watched a whale shark swim by, Sahra let out a quiet, low whistle. "Do you think you could survive a shark attack?" She asked, bright blue inquisitive gaze tracking the animals fluid movements in the water. To anyone who didn't know her, the question might have felt like it'd come out of left field, but she knew Sebastian would understand her train of thought.
"Because I don't think I would. If my regular fight or flight response is any indication, I'd just freeze and let it bite my leg off or something." She mused thoughtfully, finally pulling her eyes away from the aquarium to look at her friend expectantly.
Sebastian rested his head against the top of Sahra's, letting out a hum as his eyes glazed over, captivated by the way the light from above the tank shone through the glass. He lifted his head, tilting it to the other side as he pondered the question for a moment. He had surely considered this scenario before, especially while watching a movie about sharks, and his answer had always been a firm no. But for some reason, he felt differently today.
Sebastian looked down at her, rolling his eyes with a bemused grin. "And then you’d die, Sahra," he said, as if the gravity of the situation hadn't occurred to her at all. "If you’re not going to fight, don’t go somewhere you aren’t willing to try to survive." His tone was affectionate, like an older brother speaking to his younger sister, who was a bit too reckless for her own good.
After a beat, he let out a sigh as the whale shark swam past them again. "As for me… maybe." He stretched the word, sounding unsure, but there was a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Not that I’d ever put myself in that situation, but I think I could survive even if it meant losing a limb." He remembered a phase where he binge-watched videos about various survival tips, including a handful that involved surviving in the open sea. "You're kind of sick for asking that. I don't like imagining myself at the mercy of the ocean and its predators."
