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They looked like faces, but at the same time they didn't look like faces. Why did they have drawing on them in the first place? Was he attempting pancake art? "W-why umm... Why do they look like this?" I asked, clearing my throat and holding back my laughter. I picked up one of them, and my lips grew to a wide, silly smile at the face that was staring at me. "And is this a... pig's face?" "No, it's a cute little dog. How can you think that's a pig?" Sebastian huffed, grabbing the pancakes from me and shoving the entire thing into his mouth.

When the bell finally rings, Sebastian stuffs his notebook and pen into the backpack hastily, wanting nothing more than to get away from the presence of the boy beside. However, he makes the mistake of glancing over the notebook of Killian before storming off and there he finds a beautiful sketch, a sketch of himself. How could he draw him so beautifully when he was just lazily doodling? Sebastian frowns while looking at the sketch where he looks bored and then his eyes dart towards the artist who mimics the expression of his creation. "Want it?" The boy smirks, proud to see the impressed expression imprinted on Sebastian's face.

“I stand corrected.” I sat beside Ace on the blanket, watching my two worlds — past pain and present peace — converge in the shape of a man sculpting a lopsided sand pegasus for the child who had stolen his entire heart. Ace crawled off my lap and plopped himself beside Storm, handing her a small seashell. “Wing.” Storm slapped it on the pegasus. “Perfect.” Sebastian looked at me, a soft laugh escaping him. “See? I’m an artist.”

I could feel a vibrant sensation bubbling through me, a different kind of excitement that made it impossible to stand still. I started bouncing on my leg as I impatiently waited for Sebastian to finish gearing up. As more and more seconds ticked by, and I lost my cool: “Baaaaaabe…” I screamed looking over my shoulder before stomping softly. A soft and muffled “coming” was heard before Sebastian emerged from the door wearing a hooded orange puffer jacket with black sweats. He had a cross-body bag strapped inside the jacket, his long thick hair tied up in a man bun. His pale skin and his deadly alluring eyes were just the icing on the top.

The Fake Tough Guy Silas walked over to the grand fireplace, where a massive portrait of Sebastian hung above the mantel. In the painting, Sebastian was depicted in full tactical gear, a cigar clamped between his teeth, holding a massive bowie knife against a background of burning oil fields. It was an homage to an era of cinema that Sebastian had merely strip-mined for profit. Silas reached up and drove his tanto through the canvas, tearing it from the frame with a dry, screeching rip.

As she descended the last step she halted when she caught sight of Sebastian from the corner of her eyes, he was standing by the mini aquarium feeding the fishes. Her eyes inexplicably focused on him for a moment, he was wearing a white tank top tightly fitting against his rigid chest muscles, his arms were bare showing his tattoos, Vivian sighted one, it was like a tree with twisted vines drawn around his arm, as he moved his arm it seemed like the vines were further cooling around, it gave Vivian a sort of eerie feeling that she almost shuddered.

Oh. I look at Sebastian, his hair is sticking out in every direction like he has been pulling his fingers through it over and over. There is also this, may I say, quite sexy stubble that accentuates his strong jaw line. And dark circles under his eyes which tell me that he has been worried about me. "Hey, you need to take care of yourself too pumpkin" I pout and he looks at me with a megawatt smile ”Pumpkin?" He asks and I wink at him.

"How delightful. If it tastes as well as it looks, you'll have to make a pot of it for me.” Sebastian puts the phone down, picks up his fork and starts to eat, but before he puts the food in his mouth, he stops and thinks. “What is wrong with me? I look like an 18 year old. Frankly Sebs, to help and support the kid, you don't have to drop your age down to his." Sebastian puts the food in his mouth and chews in annoyance. When he finishes eating, he picks up his cell phone and leaves it in his room. Go back to the living room, pick up the laptop, and connect to the office.

He owns one of the largest digital media companies that specialize in audiobooks, podcasts, and E-learning platforms, Sebastian has been in partnership with him for two years, because despite Marcus's preference to appear more intelligent than he tends to be, he has a magnificent online presence, well-recognized in the country. "It's nothing but sentimental fluff." I heard Marcus comment dismissively at a painting of a woman half naked in a bed of pink tulips beside a blue ocean, with a red sky above her. I stood beside Sebastian, who seemed to be immersed in the picture, his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, arms folded on his chest. "What do you think about this piece Emilia?" He su

I made it three more steps before I froze in place, eyes locked on the far wall and the bundle of cloth and bones propped against it. He was so thin and filthy he blended into the very rock, his skin shriveled, dark hair lank with dust, what was left of his clothing stinking rags hanging in tatters from his skeletal body. Sebastian looked like mummified remains, normally smooth skin darkened and rough. His fangs protruded from his thinned lips, every bone visible through the parchment texture of his flesh.