#para:kick the dust off

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Kick the Dust Off || Huntbastian

Sebastian moaned as the cab pulled to a stop infront of the main house.  It was dark, well after midnight and the lights were all off.  ”Merde,” he groaned as he got out of the cab and waited for the driver to get his bags out, tapping his leather loafers against the gravel of the road that lead to the main house.  He pulled several bills from his wallet and thrust them at the man, not even bothering to look at them, but judging by the smile on his face, it more than covered the fare.  ”Merci.” He dragged his bags up to the porch and slid them under the swing.  There was no way he was dragging his bags all the way across the property, and he knew with the lights off that the door to the main house would be locked and armed, and damn if Sebastian remembered the code even if he still had his keys.  He crossed the property to a small cottage.  Growing up, it had been where Sebastian would retreat when he needed time away from everyone, where he’d pretend he wasn’t someone stuck in the middle of no where, and as a teenager, it was where he often brought back his “friends”.  He reached above the door, to a loose sideboard and felt around until his fingers met cool metal and he smiled.  The lock opened easily and even though it was dark Sebastian was able to maneuver silently to the couch and collapse against it; drifting off into sleep and wishing when he woke up he was anywhere but here.para: