#sebastian1

[cioras]

@sebastianxxsteele​

“I have it on good authority that the Patrick Heron you were after should be in the States by the end of the week.” A lovely bit of finessing on Nikolai’s part, convincing its previous owner that the painting simply had no worth to them anymore -- but working for Mr. Steele rarely felt like victory. Nor did it feel particularly safe; the edge his cruelty was razor-sharp, a lion seeking out weak or damaged prey. Still, business was business. Nikolai’s reputation of being able to get anything for anyone for the right price had to be maintained, which was why he found himself once again meeting with Mr. Steele. There were a few rules he’d set for himself: never bring up the past, never rise to the bait. Though by far the most important was to keep his knife within easy reach. “So -- what is it you want to see me for today?”

[regulus-wil]

careless conversations | sebastian & regulus

“...And then I swore at her to get out of my way. Unintentional, uncivilised. But necessary.” Regulus finished his story, a tale about a situation he had dealt with more than once.

It wasn’t necessarily his friends fault, he thought absent-mindedly, remembering how the student had approached him to ask if he was associated with Sebastian and then followed this with many other questions he didn’t care to answer. It was just apparently the attitude that the Hufflepuff had. It was more irritating as while the two were friends, he certainly wasn’t his closest and Regulus was sure the likes of Dolohov or Lestrange never got approached by swooning females. He blamed his own civilised nature and his usual impassive attitude.

Usually, being asked about Sebastian wouldn’t have been a particular issue. But he had been on his way to Hogsmeade to meet the very boy she insisted on bringing up, acutely aware of how late he was. Regulus was a sucker of punctuality. He had tried to move her to the side, excused himself multiple times before he had started to lose his temper. He wasn’t sure why the girl was so eager to talk about something he was clearly not interested in.

In the end, with nothing else working, Regulus had resorted into snapping. It wasn’t on the usual level on someone being irritated. Even when angry, the fifth year had practised at toning down to an appropriate level. His voice was only raised ever so slightly from its usual volume, his tone only the slightest bit lower to express actual annoyance rather than vague indifference. He was sure that she still wouldn’t have understood his anger if the words fuck off hadn’t accompanied it.

He hated using vulgarity, but he didn’t understand the incessant need to keep talking about such a shallow subject. It only irritated him more as he wandered into Hogsmeade and saw the grinning face of the older student. That boy was far too happy. It took less than two minutes of seeing him before Regulus had expressed his displeasure about the entire experience. He wasn’t sure what he expected Sebastian to say, it wasn’t something worthy of an apology.

But it was as good of an icebreaker as any.

“It’s rather exhausting deviating your… fans.” Regulus informed him tiredly.

@sebastian-whoisleft​

[arctxs]

for @hydrofreelancer

Walking alone at night through Tartarus was not the best idea Asmodeus had had in the past two millennium, but it wasn’t the worst. It was never hard to slip out of bed and escape from that house, which had slowly become a toxic area. He couldn’t claim to be entirely unaware of what happened between Hnikarr and Elias during the day, but it was true that he didn’t know all that happened while he was gone.

Distracted by his thoughts, it took him much longer than it normally would have to realise another person was there. He was getting sloppy - or, worse, complacent. This island wasn’t good for him.

“It’s not polite to sneak up on people, especially late at night.”

[augustus-leventis]

“Is that an Ikea couch?” Augustus gasped as he stepped through the front door of Sebastian’s— and his girlfriend’s— new apartment. The vampire glanced around and noticed even more offending furniture pieces. “Please tell me these are temporary.”

[centralspeedster]

ineedtoprayalot

“Excuse me sir, you seem lost. I may not be a veteran around here, but I can give you directions if you are looking for anything in particular.”

[finding-toby]

"Yeah okay, I'm not doing that thanks." Then he trips over his own two feet.

[mayatandler]

haven ➜ sebastian & maya

 In a night club, it was easy to lose yourself - in the alcohol, the music, the dancing...at a time where no one could talk, it was euphoric. There were no pressures to be anyone but yourself - and Maya couldn't talk about how relived she was about that. There were too many rumours, too many sharp eyes - too much attention being paid for her. Once, she never would have said that was a bad thing, but today? She couldn't be too sure. Nothing was ever concrete, she had learnt that lesson a long time ago. It had begun with her childhood and ended when her relationship to Sebastian did. After that, she had swore she would never let herself get hurt - especially not by a guy who followed his type. And she had sworn she would never see him again - but as her luck would have it, they were neighbours. God it was tempting to set his apartment on fire. Arson was almost worth it. Even here, she was haunted by his presence - and probably for a good reason.

Maya would have recognised that profile anywhere - she had been out with him enough time in clubs to recognise the steep profile of his face and what his hair looked like when the dim light bounced off it. So far, he hadn't seen her. She could turn around - get herself another drink later. But screw him. He stopped dictating her actions a long time ago - and she wasn't going to let him control her anymore. Pushing through the throng of people, she found herself leaning against the bar, next to him. "Two shots of tequila." She ordered, shouting above the music and screams of people. Resisting the temptation to turn her head and look at him was impossible - and so, she granted herself that one wish. "Are you stalking me?" She asked, as if it hadn't been her who had approached him. But still, of all the nightclubs in New York, he chose this one? There were no such things as coincidences. 

[olivia-wylde]

Okay, who's ready to face their fears?