Dec 3, 2014
"Oh I'm sorry was this your banana?
Well not anymore."
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"Oh I'm sorry was this your banana?
Well not anymore."
Honestly, making this mask might have taken an age and a half but it was well worth it. I think I look rather foxy.
The night was cold and Sebastian was hungry. Four years - four long, painful years - at Waverly had only managed to increase his appetite. He put on a good show of controlling the bloodlust, but he knew for sure that starving him out wasn't the way to go - you couldn't detox someone from what was inherently a part of them. To curb the cravings he placed a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it up and exhaling sharply, keen eyes watching the smoke drift away as he heard footsteps approaching. Even, sure, calm: they were measured, and heading right for him. Sebastian sighed in preparation before clearing his throat. "Don't you know that it's dangerous to be walking around here at night on your own?" he spoke up, stepping out from the shadows. "There could be anything waiting in the dark, looking for its next meal," he added, grinning so that it showed the whites of his teeth.
I-- I didn't fall asleep here, did I?
"--Erm, yes? No? Could you repeat the question?"