#s.s. asks

[harrowiingstreets]

"...You dont have to tell me you love me. I can see it in your actions.." smiling softly at Sebastian, Aubrey's entire demeanor was filled with confidence in what she was saying

“What?” his voice isn’t even harsh as she says that –– it’s shaky and filled with surprise. Like she just told him that the world is flat or that snakes are herbivores. He looks at her, eyes narrowed and mouth quivering a little as it hangs open. “You’re–– you’re being ridiculous, my eyes don’t say that.” He tries, though defensiveness is a pathetic colour on him. He scoffs and goes back back to flipping through a book he was reading –– not that he’s focused enough to be reading now anyhow. 

“Perhaps I favour you but that––” he scoffs again, closing the book shut and looking to her. “That’s just because you’re………..” He blushes and blinks rapidly. “Capable.” He clears his throat.

[harrowiingstreets]

pasha kicks snake-man in the ankle because it's what he deserves.

         “OW!” He lifts his foot up, tongue flicking about as he hisses at her. “You’re a real bitch.”

[harrowiingstreets]

“ i just want to help. ” ( and one for seb! )

misc sentence starters : specify muse

“Help? Well help depends on many things.” His voice hisses against the stone halls he’s in. The sewers shroud him in darkness, his pale skin almost too bright down here. His green eyes are like emeralds laced with poison as he turns his body towards her. He’s dressed nicely –– nicer than anyone would dress in a sewer. But afterall, that’s who the Serpant was. Sinister, bleached clean, and poisonous. 

“Do you want to help me or my cause? Hmmm?” He takes a slow step towards her. “Or do you want to help be rid of me? Or perhaps help the sick and dying? Or help the innocent? Or maybe the evil?” He snickers, the sound echoing off walls. 

“You’re going to have to be more… ssssspecific.”

[harrowiingstreets]

🔪 (you know who this is for)

ded. he ded. thank you pasha for ending all our suffering.

[harrowiingstreets]

"I look forward to working with you." (Tiff and Seb)

“Bet you do.” His lips purse together in a half-smile, trying his best not to let it fall into a complete one. She didn’t seem the type to be easily scared away, but Sebastian’s wicked smile was not something everyone could stomach and he knew it. He was too busy trying to be shy for this woman. 

“Why don’t we set up our first meeting then? You come to the table with what I asked for in a weeks time and I’ll come with something in equal value.”