#antielevator

While Stefano doesn't fight against Sebastian's aggressive scrubbing, he doesn't exactly go out of this way to make it easier on the man. He felt something akin to what he imagined a dog being hosed down after playing in the muddy yard would, and a part of him feels an empathy he's never quite been capable of.

"She's been in Union for so long, do you honestly think a little art work is enough to scare her off?"

His tone is sharp and exasperated, as if Sebastian is blowing his latest sculpture out of proportion. Truthfully, Stefano firmly believes it is such. No one bats an eye at oil paints or pencils, why should guts and flesh be different?

I was drowning in darkness but your touch was the single light that brought me back – a playlist for those who found out that compasses are all broken when home is a person and not a place featuring Melissa (@stingslikeabee) & Sebastian (@antielevator)

{ Prompt from here! }

WHJADGJA is me, the squeaker, the most non-intimidating mf existing in the universe.

If they had a kid meme. send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child. | Accepting

Name: Johnathan Pemberton-Dugan

Gender: Male

General Appearance: spiky brown hair, brown eyes

Personality: Kind of cocky and smart alecky, but also knows when to behave and act right

Special Talents: Can pick up on things faster than others

Who they like better: Both

Who they take after more: Pat

Personal Head canon: Johnathan was named after Pat's dad.

Face Claim: Curran Walters

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse. specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose. // accepting!

Ice clung to dark branches like glass, the forest a dazzling spectacle of prism reflections in the late evening sun. Even nature’s howl from the waterfall seemed dim and distant as water fogged from its tumbling fall. 

Sebastian’s hike had been unimpeded so far. The most that could draw his attention were echoing wolfen howls. They had to be miles away and, so, were ignored for the time being. His gaze was drawn skyward, squinting in the glare, to see sprigs of mistletoe gently swaying in the breeze. Thoughts of Myra arose unbidden and unwanted for they gnawed at his core. A reminder of all he had lost to that infernal MOBIUS. He pinched at the bridge of his nose and turned on his heel, away from the heartache, and into a black silhouette. A slender feminine shape, ethereal as a banshee. It hooked a sallow finger around his chin and drew in close, cotton deep as charcoal clinging to full lips like plastic as they ghosted over his own. The touch was the barest graze, proximity alone enough to feel the moist heat of her breath and heady floral perfume. The woman’s voice breathed into his skin.

from this meme :: open