#sebastianoriginal

[fangsdelgado-blog]

balls weren’t necessarily his scene,    he had only been to a handful in the many centuries of his life,  and he was perfectly content with that.    though he was certain other people wouldn’t dare miss a ball.    though this one hadn’t been too boring so far, but it certainly wasn’t the most lively gathering he’d ever attended.    he was simply killing time,  walking around and engaging in small talk with the people he knew.    ❝    have you attended all of these  ?    i mean,  shit,  you’re old as fuck,  and i wouldn’t be surprised if you made time to come here every year for these things.    ❞

@sebastianoriginal

[valcnia-blog]

“ if you touch my butt one more time i swear…. ”

‵          ;          THEATRE SQUAD .      ― accepting        !

          she shook her head. although it had been an accident — her unaware of his proximity to herself — she couldn’t help but take advantage of this moment to tease him a little. after all, those occasions to do so felt so rare now. feigning innocence, she blinked up at him, “ i would NEVER do such a thing intentionally . i’m a lady ! ” she quirked a brow, “ so you enjoy that moment, sebastian. bask in it, if you will. ”

[valcnia-blog]

@sebastianoriginal LIKED for a starter !!

          she didn’t HATE new orleans ― but she certainly didn’t like it either. her ghosts were all too present in this city. confrontation didn’t strike her with fear ( she’d been alive too long for THAT ) but it didn’t make her anymore eager to get to the compound. she missed them all, that was true enough. but they had parted for a reason. and now they had all returned. she moved through her old home silently. running a hand along the mantle before her ― memories coming back swiftly. both the good and the bad. with the bad standing out more prominently in her mind. a wispy sigh drifted from her lips, “ never thought i’d be back here again . ”

[powerfulpeterson]

[Left on her desk was a small package, but wrapped in a perfect red bow. Inside lies a necklace made of diamonds-- not bulky, but beautiful and expensive, seeing as how he knew she wouldn't expect any less. The note attached to it, written messily in his handwriting reads: "Assuming you haven't gotten yourself killed yet, I'm sure you need no reminding that the holidays are coming up. Not that it matters. But you were a good witch to have by my side, so cheers. -Sebastian."]

As Grace stepped into her room, she could instantly tell something was amiss. The box on her desk wasn’t one she recognized but with the beautiful bow on top that had been perfectly tied, she knew there was only one person it could be from. There weren’t many people in her life who stuck around anymore, but he did. His sloppy handwriting was familiar, though, and a grin appeared on her face as she read it. “Cheers, Sebastian.”

[ffsccolin]

ily

but do u rly tho bc sometimes i think ur just rUDE

powerfulpeterson replied to your post:[[MOR] lmao i already hit ask limit how did...

u r satan

and u r satanic <33

[ffsccolin]

sebastianoriginal replied to your post:[[MOR] lmao i already hit ask limit how did...

no

that is rUDE