#sebastian needs a hug

[speedysart]

Day 30 Catacombs

Sebastian looked down on to his right hand as if he could see something invisible so clearly. Terzia frowned as the warm candlelight gave enough light to see the deep darkness in his eyes… his soul.

“I have… also nightmares. About the catacombs and what.. happened there. Every time I close my eyes I’m back there- forced to watch- doing this mistake over and over again,” Sebastian said, his voice cracking. “The guilt is eating me alive. I lost everything and its all my fault-“

Terzia didnt let him finish the sentence and pulled him into an embrace, similar to what he done to her once before. “You still have me and Ominis…”

[slytherin-paramour]

More older Azkaban Seb 😭 Let me hug him please?

[xxrubens-liliumxx]

No Strings Attached - Chapter One

Well, went and got so obsessed with Pressure and Sebastian that I've gone and started writing my own fanfic! This will be an OCxCanon story - because I'm trash - with some mature and explicit themes, as well as some smut/spice. Along with those I plan to add in some of the classic tropes: like angst, hurt/comfort - maybe some 'he falls first' but who knows - and fluff. I will try and add every chapter update onto Tumblr if I remember, but if people really like this, I'll provide an Ao3 link which will serve as the story's home base. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! (THIS IS ALSO AN +18 STORY AND ACCOUNT. MDNI) Summary: It's been half a year since Hadel Blacksite has gone on lockdown.

Urbanshade sends in one last EXR-P team into Hadal Blacksite to retrieve their Crystal. Naturally, they die at the hands of the monsters inside that hellish place...all except for one.

Riley Park, a woman who has barely said a word since her sentencing, is somehow the last survivor trapped inside the facility. Desperate for the pardon promised to her by Urbanshade, she's determined to survive and win her freedom.

Sebastian Solace won't stop at nothing until he's brought Urbanshade down. At least, that's what he thought, until he comes across an Expendable who's different from all the ones before her. Finding himself allured to her, he decides to make her a temporary offer he hopes she won't refuse.

In a place where death is around every corner, what shame is there in engaging in a little thrill to feel alive for a while? Chapter One

“EMERGENCY!...EMERGENCY!...EMERGENCY!”

The security alarm rang from above - had been ringing for God knew how many minutes. Then, like clockwork, the pre-recorded voice followed:

“Please, evacuate to the nearest escape pod or to the nearest docking station. This is not a drill. Repeat: This is not a drill.”

The docking station was bathed in red.

Crawling on the floor, gripping a hand to his bleeding face, was Doctor Liam Hayes. A man in his late forties, pale skin, gaunt complexion and long wavy blonde hair that was usually kept in a ponytail. The white sleeve of his lab coat was stained with his own blood, which streamed down his wrist and his forearm in crimson rivulets.

Using his other hand, he crawled towards the awaiting submarine, unaware that he was leaving a smeared trail of blood in his wake. The door was wide open, the inside completely vacant. All he needed to do was get there.

At least he hoped it was the submarine he was looking at. His left eye was virtually gone, and blood had gotten into his right one, making his impaired vision blotchy.

He couldn’t hold back his whimpers of pain. Even moving across the ground hurt. The skin on the left side of his face felt like it was on fire from the gash wound. But Hayes willed himself to move fast, desperate to get to the submarine.

His very life depended on it.

A shadow fell over Hayes. A large one.

Sensing it, Hayes began to crawl faster, completely terrified. He muttered into the air:

“Have to...get...away-!”

He shrieked when something harshly grabbed him by the back of his lab coat, picking him off the ground and shoving him onto his back as roughly as possible. The rough movement sent a shock of pain through Hayes’ wound, making him cry out again.

He still had enough strength to keep his hand clutched to his face, feeling even more blood seeping from between his fingers.

When Hayes opened his only eye, all he saw was a massive figure bathed in red before him. And though he couldn’t properly make out his face, Hayes knew he was looking down at him. Just as he knew one of Z-13's hands was covered in his blood. He'd just stepped into the docking station when the beast struck, those sharp claws cut right through the skin on the left side of Hayes' face. 

Three ice-blue eyes glowed brightly from the silhouette of Z-13. They pierced right into his core, clutching his fast-beating heart with a fear Liam Hayes had never felt before.

“What’s the matter, Doctor?” Said Z-13. His voice was cold, but there was a twinge of mockery in his words. “You used to be so happy to see me." He chuckled then. "Though I guess you won't be seeing very much anymore.”

Hayes once again tried to crawl away, panic beginning to take over him. He moved only a few inches before a long and scaly serpent tail coiled around his waist. It squeezed him tightly before promptly slamming him back down on the ground.

Feeling the air being squeezed from him, Hayes coughed. Blood sputtered from his lips with every other word. “Z-Z…Z-13! Please, you must-must understand…!” he breathed, his lungs screaming in pain with every breath. “What-What I did…it wasn’t-wasn’t…out of malice!”

He cried out when Z-13 squeezed his tail just a little more. Hayes could have sworn he felt something beginning to crack.

“Careful now, Doctor Hayes.” He warned, his voice growing darker. “Lying to me isn’t in your best interest right now.”

Painfully, Hayes wheezed out. “I’ve NEVER lied to you, Z-13!”

As if in retaliation, Z-13 squeezed him again. This time Hayes not only heard something crack, but felt it. He cried out so loudly he thought his voice box would give out. Tears welled up in his right eye and he tried - even if pointlessly - to push the monster’s tail off him with both hands.

All he did was smear blood on Z-13’s dark gray scales.

He could just hear him speaking over the ringing in his ears.

“Bold thing of you to say when all you've done is lie." Z-13 said. Malice dripped like venom from his lips. "You, your fellow scientists and your superiors. I wish I could say I was surprised when I found out that the whole reason I even got that poor excuse of a 'promotion' was because my mutations were irreversible at that point. Little something you failed to mention to me, just before I was taken out of your care."

Hayes scowled at him as much as he could through the pain, one of his canines bearing into his bottom lip so hard he could taste his own blood on his tongue. "So, that's what all of this is about?" he growled, his voice hoarse from his scream.

He knew Z-13 could be bloodthirsty, but he never would have suspected him to be capable of such chaos. To cause an entire facility lockdown over a blessing Hayes had given him? 

"Oh, spare me the shock, Doctor." Z-13 retorted. "Even you're smart enough to know there's a lot more to all this. From what I've gathered from a few of my new friends, you, your associates and your superiors had this coming for a long time. I'm simply the hand that spun the wheel in motion." 

Hayes' scowl intensified at Z-13. He wished the beast still had that shock collar around his neck. Hayes would have dialed that device right up to a high number and watched him writhe in pain on the ground until he begged for mercy. A mercy Hayes would delay and delay, until he was certain Z-13 remembered not to bite the hand that fed him. 

He didn't hold back another throaty snarl at him. "I told them taking you out of my custody was a bad - AUGH!" his words were cut short when Z-13's tail tightened yet again.  

His cry of pain was ignored as Z-13 began to speak. “Naked truth, Doc? I’ve thought of a hundred different ways of killing you. Maybe even thousands. I mean, all I had time to do over the years in your care was to think. And let me tell you, each idea was more gruesome than the last. But, after some more recent thought, I've decided that the simplest route is the best. That being -”

Hayes’ screaming was silenced when he felt a warm hand grasp him by the throat. A hand that was so large that he felt the tips of Z-13’s bloody claws scrape against the back of his neck. 

" - Choking the very life from you with my bare hands."

Keeping his throat tight as he could, Hayes started to struggle. He tried to force Z-13's hand off, yet all he could manage was tightly grasping his wrist. When he felt him beginning to squeeze around his windpipe, Hayes tried again, this time trying to pry off those sharp claws. But his efforts were only met with a chuckle of sheer amusement. 

"Come on, Doctor. I've been dreaming of this moment for years now. The least you could do is try and put up a better fight."     

He met those glowing eyes again. He took in a handful of deep breaths, ignoring the pain they caused him, so he could choke out. "Killing me...won't make you human again." 

A pause followed. A very long one. Hayes was expecting to die getting the last word. A blessing he never thought he'd get from Z-13.

Or so he thought.

The beast replied, sounding indifferent now. "No. It won't. But you know what, Doc?" then the bulb protruding from his head brightened enough for Hayes to see the wide, fang-filled grin on Z-13’s face. A face that was a perfect middle-ground between the man he once was and the many aquatic creatures Hayes had injected into his very DNA. "That won't make your death any less satisfying." 

[everlander]

Just finished writing the chapter I've been dreading ever since I started. I'm devastated.

RIP Professor Fig. I tried to give him as beautiful of an ending as I could... I hope I was successful.

:In the Shadow of the Vivarium" by EverLander on AO3 and Wattpad (EverLander80 there)

[alugerr]

Solace.

[polly-sly]

Crybaby Sebby

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Comfort (Sebastian Solace x reader)

Notes: Part two of Home, wanted to indulge a little more in Sebastian and Painter finally living the life they wanted. Thank you all for the love on the last one! Makes me happy to know that you guys like my short drabbles, probably or probably won't make a part three

But, we'll see ;)

Credit for the divider: @cafekitsune

God, how long were you gone for you to miss cooking? The simple preparation of the dinner you were making gave you an unbelievable amount of joy, hell even the assembly of it made you excited. You could already feel your mouth water from the multitude smells wafting throughout the home, creating a symphony of flavors. Stirring the pot one last time and tasting the soup for any last minute touches, you killed the heat before bringing out two bowls and spoons.

Peaking out the window, you see Painter at their new tablet—a wire connecting the tablet to the AI—drawing the scenery around the house with such enthusiasm, such joy seen on their screen. So far, it seems like they were drawing the sunset.

"Sebastian, dinner's ready!" Ladling the soup in the bowl, you made sure to give Sebastian's extra meat and veggies before setting it at the table. The sound of distant shuffling coming from the direction of Sebastian's room met your ears, a smile spreading across your face when you heard the curses leaving the man's mouth when he accidentally hit his tail, serving yourself soup before sitting down at the table.

Emerging from the hallway, Sebastian survey's the room, taking in every detail before heading towards the table. He changed out of his iconic jacket and ruffled shirt, now donning a clean white shirt with an added sleeve for his third arm and fresh bandages. The stitches were a bit messy, but you're willing to learn how to do so properly. His scarf was currently being washed, as the piece of clothing had a stench that was so strong it nearly made you sick—no way were you going to let that smell stain the house.

You have no idea how Sebastian withstood the smell for so long, considering he has a greater sense of smell compared to you.

Oh god, that means it must have been 10x worse for the poor man.

Considering Sebastian wouldn't be able to fit in a normal chair comfortably, you dragged over your couch to the table, that way he could eat without having to sit on his tail. You could only imagine the cramps he experienced down in the facility, cramped in a small room hours on end with no room for his tail to stretch properly. He seemed to appreciate the gesture greatly, wasting no time to stretch out his tail over the edge of the couch and getting comfortable. A quiet trill of content could be heard, his eyes closing momentarily to soak in the warmth.

"How do you feel?" Picking up your spoon, you scooped up a piece of meat and a bit of the broth, blowing on it softly before bringing it up to your mouth. A burst of flavors greeted your tastebuds, starved of the warmth and flavor of actual food, a small smile appearing on your face before eagerly going back for another scoop. Sebastian seems to mull over your question, an unreadable look settles on his face as he readjusts his position. He seems . . . unsure.

"You don't have to answer if you feel like you might breakdown breakdown thinking about it." You add, using your spoon to point in his direction, "By the way, make sure to eat your soup before it gets cold, soup is never good when cold."

"I'm not going to breakdown from a simple question." A snarky reply leaves his tongue, but it's missing that rough edge. No harm in those words.

It's . . . nice, really. Nice that he can finally be himself around you. Finally breaking down those walls.

~~~

Well, dinner was eventful to say the least.

It turns out that Sebastian had forgot what actual food tasted like, since he has been at the facility since 2015, and *cough cough* had a breakdown breakdown.

It took quite some time for him to calm down in order for him to finish eating his now cold soup, tears still streaking down his face when he did so. He didn't complain how it was cold though, he still loved it, his tail gave him away. When the bowl was empty, you encouraged him to go to bed early, since he seemed to be exhausted. Begrudgingly, he agreed with your statement, before slithering back into his room, the bumps of his tail hitting the walls on his way back.

Walking around the kitchen, you cleaned up the mess left behind. Dishes washed, counter cleaned, floor broomed. Stopping before the couch, you stared at it for a bit, mulling over whether it should be moved back to it's original place or would you have to repeatedly move it back and forth every time you had to eat.

"Well, Sebastian's going to be eating here from now on, yeah?" Leaving seems like a better option than the other two, really. Sebastian needs somewhere to eat and you're not going to make him eat on the floor. Oh god you hope you never have to do that. What time is it? A glance at the clock, 9:08 PM.

You still had some time before turning in for the night, so finishing up, you decided to chill outside with Painter for a bit before going back inside. You hope the computer doesn't mind some company, they've been outside for a while now.

"Hey Painter." Stepping outside, the summer night breeze washes over you, the smell of the wild nature hitting your nose as you walked over to the bench that Painter was set on. They seemed to have stopped painting, now just watching the night sky above, fascination written all over their screen. "Do you mind having company?'"

"No, not at all."

The stars seemed so bright tonight, leaning back more to admire it in all its beauty. Silence fell between the two of you— a breeze coming by every so often to break it—the both of you looking at the specks of light above. "You like it up here?"

A simple question sparked such a happy reaction from the AI, the brightness emitting from their screen becoming brighter. "Oh absolutely! Just after you left me outside, I saw a Flame Skimmer fly by! It seemed to circle around for a bit, but it eventually went away. Fortunately I was able to get a quick sketch of it. Oh oh! I was able to paint a few scenes while you were inside, one of them has Cumulonimbus clouds! Then-" They happily showed you their paintings and sketches they made throughout the day, enthusiasm laced in every word they spoke.

A smile present on your face, listening to their passionate rant. Maybe you could bring them to that one spot in the woods you frequented before being arrested.

Yeah, you can get used to this . . .

First Part, Next Part

[vroom-vrooms]

Should I… comment on how Mark… looks so big… compared to Seb… in this picture…???

I don’t think I should…

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[i44rise]

— well hello, sweetheart. i have been waiting for you

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn’t die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 19/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Donna Troy

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Nineteen: Fourth

For the next two months, Tim woke me up in the early parts of the morning to train. Bruce assumed that Tim took my physical therapy super seriously, so I let him believe that. I got out of bed every morning to run on the treadmill while Tim ran the drills that I gave him. Barbara stressed that I wouldn’t be as fast or as strong as I used to be, but I didn’t need to be. I just needed to be smarter than Bruce. 

Tim on the other hand learned fast, and he taught me a few things about myself. Sparring with him made me better. And it made Barbara suspicious. 

“How many months do we have left?” Tim asked. 

“October, Tim. And I think I’m gonna be late coming home from Barbara’s tonight,” I replied, “What are you gonna do while I’m gone? Go to Ives’ place?” 

“Um… No, I’m gonna go to the hospital and see Dad—.” 

I grabbed his arm. “Can you give him that box upstairs in my room? It’s from both of us,” I requested. 

“You want me to lie?” Tim asked. 

“Nope. I took ten dollars from your wallet for express shipping,” I half-joked. Tim playfully punched my shoulder. “I’ll buy lunch next week.” 

Tim stood in the gym with me, shifting his weight from left to right. “Did you need the money—?” Tim hugged me. It almost knocked me off balance, but I held firm. I figured he thought about his mom and needed something to hold onto for comfort. He didn’t talk about her, but I could tell it still hurt. I think that part of me was shut off. I didn’t grieve when I should’ve and now that part of my heart is missing. I keep trying to fill it with Tim’s grief but nothing can take up that space. I would’ve given anything to be able to cry for my moms or my dad. I could only cry for Tim, but it didn’t fix anything inside of me. I squeezed him tight, and he let go. 

“I might spend the night at the hospital,” Tim whispered. 

“Okay… If you don’t see me tonight, I’ll send you a text,” I replied. We didn’t have to talk about it. Besides, I had to shift my focus to a vigilante tagger foiling Cluemaster’s most recent heists… And I had a pretty good idea of where to find the culprit. I had to do it alone to prove to myself I could still do this. It had nothing to do with my plans. I just needed this as a confidence boost. 

**

After training with Barbara, I took a shower and headed straight for a suburban neighborhood in Gotham. I watched the house for almost an hour before watching a girl speed off on a motorbike. I couldn’t keep up with her on foot, but Tim had this crazy idea about me skating to compensate for my speed deficit. 

I thought it was stupid when he suggested it, but it was a huge improvement. I was right behind her until we got to a cluster of buildings. I watched her enter a building, and I took the old way up. I almost forgot how cold it was scaling buildings. The air whipped past, hurting my exposed wrists, but I kept at it. By the time I got up there, she was there with a brick. And the thing is, no matter how much the incident slowed me down, my hands were as fast as ever. I caught her wrist and squeezed until she dropped it. “I’m not here to fight. I think we’re a lot alike, Stephanie,” I stated. She moved in for a headbutt, but I was a little too tall for her, so it didn’t land quite right and she hit my chin. 

“Ouch! Jesus!” Stephanie winced as she clutched her forehead. She stumbled and landed on her butt, which gave me time to level with her. My chin hurt, but she didn’t have a lot of leverage on that headbutt. She really hurt herself more than she hurt me. 

I crouched in front of her. “Can I talk now?” I asked. 

“What do you want?” Stephanie questioned. 

“I wanna help you put your dad in jail… If that’s what you want. I just—. I need someone like you. Someone they’d underestimate, someone tough—. Can you take the mask off? I wanna make sure you’re not hurt too bad,” I requested. She sighed and took the mask off, and I checked her for signs of a concussion. 

Stephanie reached for my mask, and I flinched before letting her take it off. She took a good look at my face, and I got a good look at hers. “What do you need me for?” Stephanie asked. Her voice was serious as she watched my eyes. 

“I want to show my dad that I’m not broken… And you want to show your dad that you’re not like him. You’re the kind of person I’d trust with my life… But it’s not me that I want you to look after,” I whispered. Stephanie was the perfect person to look after Tim. I stared at the red mark my chin left on her forehead and frowned as I took an ice pack out of my belt. “Here.”

“Thanks… What are you asking me?” Stephanie replied. 

“Um… I want you to follow my brother on Halloween. I want you to make sure nobody hurts him. That’s all I’m asking… And I’ll do everything in my power to get your father put away,” I promised. 

She held eye contact with me the entire time. “What’s so special about me?” Stephanie asked. 

“What isn’t special about you?” I asked in reply. All I saw when I looked in her eyes was Catherine. I could see hurt, but I also saw hope. I couldn’t tell her that, though. I had to tell her something else. Something true but not as personal. “I know you’re a good person. That’s why I have to tell you my name. I’m Jason, and I know how it feels to be betrayed. Say you’ll let me help you.” 

“My dad might get out after he gets caught—.”

“Stephanie, I know how the justice system works in Gotham. I’m telling you right now, I’m not going anywhere. If you tell me now you want me to help, I’ll help as long as I’m able,” I interrupted. 

“Call me Steph… And give me five seconds. We’ll go and get something to eat… Talk details,” Steph smiled as she pinched my cheek. 

“My treat,” I replied. 

Steph pulled her mask back on and clicked her tongue as she pointed finger guns at me. “Wait. You said you’d help me? Who are you?” Steph asked. 

“I used to be somebody,” I replied without thinking. It almost upset me to hear the words come out of my mouth. 

 “You’re still somebody… But that doesn’t answer my question. Who are you? And why do you think you can help me?” Steph asked. She smiled a half-smile as she returned my ice pack. 

“I don’t really know who I am… But I—. I know I can help you if you let me. How about we grab something to eat while you tell me about your dad’s plans?” I asked. 

“Sure,” Steph whispered as I pulled my mask back on.

[0utlookgal360]

Thinking about one of my pressure au's today while at work...

The basic rundown of it is during or after Sebastian’s experimentation period. Urbanshade gets raided by a company out of the blue; Sebastian is on that list of things being taken (no duh)

He gets taken to a rehabilitation center for living beings that were used in inhumane experimentation (primarily humans, to be exact. Animals are in a different sector in this facility)

Of course, he doesn't trust any mf there, even if they treat him gently and respectfully; he thinks it's a front for something else. He's passive-aggressive during his therapy sessions with the doctor he's assigned to; he eats in his assignment room alone because he doesn't like how noisy and bright it is in the cafeteria (and also because he doesn't like being stared at by the other patients);

Yet despite being so bitter and hostile, the staff there don't push his boundaries. They've had similar patients who acted like Sebastian before, so they know the do's and don'ts when working with him. Eventually, he begins to relax a little (not much, but it's progress). He's more sassy towards staff (with some tones of aggression mixed in), but all the while, he starts to be comfortable around other patients.

He gets a roommate with one of the patients he's most comfortable with after making some friends there (that being your oc or your self-insert ;] ).

After some progress, he is told by his assigned doctor that he'll get to see his mom and siblings again (of course, in scheduled visits).

That's all really to what there is of this little au of mine, haven't put too much thought into it as I'm currently working on my main main au of this game. This one is just for funzies

Just wanted to share with yall and see what you think of it.

That's all for now 👋

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[allyartisty]

Sebastian Solace “Z-13”💉

Hello my pressure fans, I wanted to draw Sebastian (how I see him) I hope you guys like :) soon I’ll do more Sebastian drawings after his surgery

Program used: Procreate

Time: 3 hours

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[foxesonstilts]

it's a long long long way, way down

[skitskatdacat63]

The brainrot this literal 2 second clip had given me is insane

[sunnyrealist]

The Night Sebastian Met Kate

Credit for the artwork goes to the incredibly talented @giselsann-opencommissions! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Loud hollering and laughter carry across the tavern. 

The Leaky Cauldron is more alive tonight than Sebastian Sallow was hoping. Drowning in Firewhisky is not quite as easy when one’s attention is constantly drawn elsewhere. His jealousy, masked as annoyance, is clear as he scowls at the table across the pub that seems to be causing at least half of the noise. There, a group of about ten young adults grin, cackle, and shout in merriment. Sebastian wonders how long they’ve been here, hoping they’ll all be on their way soon so he can properly wallow in his darkness and misery. Can’t do that when the sounds of content companionship fill the air. Their table is littered with empty mugs and cocktail glasses - perhaps they’ve had enough. Narrowing his gaze, he throws suggestive thoughts their way, trying to anchor them to their minds - Float on home now. Time to leave.  

No such luck. 

Instead, there are encouraging shouts as a young woman stands and glides to the front of the large table with the grace of a selkie goddess. As if a life preserver was thrown his way, his interest suddenly, shockingly awakens and bobs to the surface. His eyes grow wide.

She tucks a strand of her long, blonde hair behind her ear and then throws the rest of it behind her, letting it settle midway down her back. The ocean of her hair is calm, with waves only at the bottom, carrying daisy passengers up above. Her dress, yellow and long, only adds to the effect of the sea at sunset. It rides her body tightly, accentuating the feminine curves of her body; her breasts swell and fall, only for her hips to ripple out again, and then subside. Her short sleeves are puffed, keeping her fashionably afloat. 

Brown packages and bags decorated with colorful ribbons are tossed to the head of their table as offerings to the golden angel. She smiles, her rosy pink lips widening before her perfect white teeth. Her eyes sparkle as she listens and nods, agreeing to something. Then, her dainty hands begin to untie a bow and rip open the paper of one of the presents. She shrieks with laughter upon opening the box. Sebastian strains his eyes, trying to determine what was inside, but he’s just too far away to be able to tell. All of her companions erupt into giggles, men and women alike.

As the young woman speaks and picks up the next gift, her head suddenly turns Sebastian’s way, her eyes focusing directly on him. He realizes he has been watching her for far too long. Immediately, his eyes flick down to the bottle of Firewhisky, pretending to examine the label. She narrows her view, looking for just a moment longer before returning to the attention of her friends. 

Sebastian knows he shouldn’t keep staring. He knows. He just can’t seem to help it, continuing to observe her for hours like a creep while he nurses drink after drink. It takes a great deal to get him buzzed these days; alcohol is just about one of his only escapes from the daily torture of his sad, pathetic existence. What’s the harm in looking at a beautiful girl for a while, anyway? It’s not like she’d ever want to talk with him. She has her people; he has his bottle. He takes a large swig of his Firewhisky, enjoying the burn as it distracts him momentarily.

When Sebastian orders another round, the barkeep looks as though he pities him. He scowls at this; he doesn’t deserve anyone’s sympathy. He fixes his gaze on the countertop in front of him. Then a familiar feeling settles; someone is watching. Sebastian’s senses pick up on this immediately, his eyes opening wide to scan his surroundings. It’s her. Yellow personified. She’s studying him. When her eyes meet his, she turns pink for a moment, then looks away. 

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