#sebang

[radiantfilter]

EVEREADY got its start in the early 1900�s when the American Eveready Company, developer of the flashlight, joined forces with the National Carbon Company, developer of the first D-sized dry cell battery. In 1907, Eveready announced a new battery - the AA size - and introduced several styles of compact vest lights that used this new battery.

https://www.radiantfilter.com/Eveready_HeavyDuty_Batteries_UAE_Sharjah_Dubai_AbuDhabi.php

[hoaphat-battery]

Ắc quy SEBANG SMF N120 (12V -120AH) được CÔNG TY TNHH THƯƠNG MẠI DỊCH VỤ ẮC QUY HÒA PHÁT phân phối sỉ và lẻ tại TP HCM và các tỉnh lân cận. Vui lòng liên hệ ĐT: [phone] - Hotline: [phone], giao hàng nhanh chóng tận nơi, lắp đặt miễn phí 24/7.

[sebastiansteele]

F2F: First Dance || Sebang

[The ceremony was over, converting Sebastian Steele from only retaining the titles of fiance and Dominant in regards to Angela to adding 'newlywed' to his list. While most couples were in bliss from the moment of the announcement, even as unorthodox as the one that passed through Light's lips, the groom that drenched himself in black was mildly content for unspoken reasons behind the union. Symbolism had wrapped its talons around his life from the very inception, and he was only adding irony to the mixture for his own personal pleasure. 

Once seated at their table, his natural elan grew restless with boredom threatening to tarnish his time-management. His cigarette was being drawn to its final centimeter of life, wasting nothing of the tobacco that the town that held his surname cultivated. Its scent was well-known to anyone that had met him, but particularly distinct to the woman that claimed the role of his wife. And with its parting offering to his lips and lungs alike, the being stood up without warning before flicking the useless remnant of the rolled paper to the tablecloth. The peripheral vision noted with disinterest the way a mark formed against the pristine white, leaving the main attention to Angela instead as he stood beside her chair with one hand resting against the back of the piece of furniture.]

I'm taking advantage of my half of you.

[Nonchalant as usual, a look was given with black eyes glinting as the only warning before the hand to the grain of wood pushed. Tipping her forward, his remaining arm caught around her waist, dragging her up to stand with him face to face.]

You can retain possession of your waist up, but the remaining portions will have to be used if you want to exploit this ceremony.

[sebastiansteele]

F2F: Til Death || Sebang w/ Minister Light

Instead of a traditional method to a wedding day, the exact introduction of what would be one of the most planned-out twenty-four hours of Sebastian's life began with a denied punishment. Shame. Cain's determining factor towards his points would have been based on whether he could trip Light before the latter made his first move. However, because this moment was paramount to his satisfaction, the groom determined that the handcuffs were a necessity. Although, in reality, there was still the curiosity towards the 'accidental' mishaps that would befall the seemingly forgiving pet-sitter.

With the serf known as Equipment M providing the temporary shackles around the two males that stood beside him, the eldest of the three lit a cigarette casually, as if the practice to his left was too common to alert his eyes to. Opposite to him, submissive Palmer was awaiting Angela's arrival like the rest of the company, as she was furnished with the Maid of Honor title. Interaction with her was sparse, but with a drag to the burning tobacco, it was remembered that her final address to him was in relation to her modest surprise towards his continuation of life. That was relatively insulting. She suited the rest of the group, then.

Exchanging the sight of the red hair for the end of the aisle, the nightfall doused the scene with the glowworms hanging from the branches of the trails, providing an eerie shimmer to the darkened location. Leading the procession, the animals on four legs had already traipsed down before the only submissive and female that currently joined the small group had strolled down. The tiger and Light's canine, each with their own function, came to an end once their duties were complete, leaving only Angela's arrival to be executed before they enrolled in the verbal formalities.

[sebastiansteele]

Hello Kitty || Apr. 18 Evening || Sebang

Several days had passed since Angela's sudden request for a feline to be brought into her life for whatever purpose that seemed to allude Sebastian's mindset. An average cat was near useless in the general sense, but another type could prove to be much more productive and entertaining. It only took one nudge of his wording for the young woman to share her request, even if it was dripping in sarcasm, not intending for it to be taken seriously. However, the recipient of such an idea had no intention of simply disregarding it, not when it spoke of so much promise towards seeing the response he would be introduced to. 

A few hours ago, a letter had arrived in his hands, coordinated as best it could in its delivery to speak of the arrival of the conquest the Dominant had instructed for. With the cusp of the sun falling below the horizon of Orenda, the sky's orange glow was smeared into a gradient of violet, indigo, and the dark blue that admired the black of night. Inside the villa, his height was fully displayed as he stood with the crisp and unbuttoned blazer lengthening his physique. The arm to his side rested near his hip, over the hidden Smith and Wesson his jacket concealed, before it languidly bent to deliver the end of the cigarette to his lips. With a controlled stride, the steps were even and fluid until they rested at the sight of the young woman he was engaged to, watching with disinterest as she was in the middle of cooking their dinner. "Let that burn. We're taking a walk," he spoke with a stream of smoke, already turning away. "Try to produce more grease, too," he called back. "If the structure ignites while we're away, I want it to broil Light's in the process."

[sebastiansteele]

Ashes to Steel || Sebang

Snow had poured from the skies in Sebastian's absence. The grounds were familiar with the season, but it had been years since he had been able to see the property that had been under the Steele name for generations. From his sole ownership, the Dominant had only lived at his own residence for little less than three years before beginning his time at two different Academies that were as far from the estate as possible. To ones that only knew him as an orphan, the suspicion that his distance served as an emotional barrier, something that would prevent him from reliving memories and heartache. In reality, recollections of his beginning were clearly thought of instead of avoided, planning each step ahead of him so he could wind up exactly where he stood at this moment.

The brick exterior faced the gray clouds that shielded the late sun from its frigid work. Seasoned in the white flakes, Steele Plantation was drenched in white, the color that was known for purity to most while serving as mourning for those in the culture the raven-haired man was fond of.

"Master Sebastian."

Black eyes gave no attention to the slave behind him, greeting him only with silence as the gaze continued to penetrate through the glass before him, taking in the details outside with an unyielding mind towards his thoughts. A long moment passed, daring the other to continue without instruction until the unspoken offer was accepted.

"Ms. Stoddart has received her dress for dinner as you requested," the male's voice continued softly. "Would you want the table to be set now, Sir?"

The cigarette between the fingers rivaled the alabaster coloring of the paper it was made of as it reached for his mouth simply. With a solitary intake, the tobacco his land was infamous for etched a new layer in his organs before withdrawing from his lips. "If a single chip of porcelain is seen on that table," his throaty voice expressed calmly, "your pancreas will be served on it." Tipping the head back imperceptibly, smoke streamed out easily. "Don't wet my appetite."

Without turning around, the reflection of the older man was seen in the glass, watching from the peripheral vision how his body shifted before nodding. "Yes, Sir," he spoke before biting his lip lightly, bowing with a final parting of sentiment that was discarded, leaving his owner to wait for Angela's arrival with another cancerous breath.

[mandyrhymeswithcandy-blog]

Those moments when you realize how beautiful life is. #thisiswhyitravel #livelikeben #sebang #philippines @Shaye_babay