don’t get me wrong, i’m happy you’re comfy but i’d like my foot back please
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don’t get me wrong, i’m happy you’re comfy but i’d like my foot back please
--No. Stop. Don't pick me up.
for Evie.
Sebastian's calm. Sebastian's still.
He can remember in his youth a different sort of energy. A constant movement and a constant need to flourish. But he can't say he misses it.
Chainmail may be light, but it requires all the thin boy has to hold it up. He used to wear more, but now it acts as an unnerving accessory peaking out from folds of near transparent folds of fabric countering what little muscle definition training ever granted him.
He doesn't do as many street performances as he'd done in his youth. No. These days he in and of himself is a performance, a showcase piece. He's known for his solitary directionless walks throughout London. There's not a soul he doesn't know of the ghost child dressed more like a character from a book than a young man with business to attend too. Not that Sebastian has any business to attend too. Though it's a well known fact that he will still contently give impromptu performances if someone dares to come up to him and ask to see an illusion.
And yet. Despite it all. In court Sebastian has a stillness that statues would be jealous of. Draped perfectly around Jim he watches the events withholding judgement. And when it's done, and everyone's gone he shifts, falls still, and reports every last detail he caught to his master with a soft tone and eyes fixated on a far candle.
There's an uncanny edge to the young magician. Something that makes a peron's insides twist and step away in irrational fear. Something in his delicate movements screams danger, something about the way his gaze never meets anyone but Jim's on very particular moments sets the world around him on a constant edge.
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, oh god I'm not going to tag this I'm not , no one sees this post shit shit shit shit sits self fORCIBLY BACK DOWN
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What these not tags are
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I'm fairly sure I shouldn't?
And for Jane
Oh. Sebastian. Goes. All. Out.
Jane gets her favorite chocolates, a stunning collection of flowers and more often than not a simple but elegant necklace that accentuates her neck and collarbone.
At least in public. He's even more polite and caring than usual.
Strangely. Behind closed doors he is too.
He becomes deeply attentive. In every sense of the word.
weheheheheheheh this pleases us all very muchly
"It has it's costs... learning to see the puzzle in everything. They're everywhere. Once you start looking it's impossible stop. It just so happens that people, and all the deceits and delusions that inform everything they do, tend to be the most fascinating puzzles of all. Of course they don't always appreciate being seen as such."
"Seems like a lonely way to live."
"As I said... has it's costs."