Dec 4, 2013
"Isolde?"
He's standing outside of her apartment door, fists banging on the wood. She won't let him in; they'd had a scuffle back at the bar, and needless to say, Sebastian had a few. But that wasn't the problem-- no, he was. And she'd told him clearly how unhappy she was and he'd pushed her feelings aside as per usual and tonight seemed to be the wrost.
But since when was Sebastian one to truly care? In his mind he likes to think he doesn't, but being stripped of his marks and demonic blood, his heart knows better. He cares. If he didn't he wouldn't be here--- right?
"Isolde, open the damn door."
