#oc: sebastien

[agender-pidgeon]

Hold me tight.

[birdclowns]

oc stuff. wips + patreon sebastien thatll be on bsky eventually

[ghastigiggles]

... so there's this cringe shopkeeper,

[theladyofshalott1989]

[ Read the Like Moths to a Flame series ]

Sebastian & Damien's relationship theme song: "Hold Me Down" by The Happy Fits

"Maybe I'm crazy I've Been talking to myself at night And I'm feelin' so alone If I can get the words out right To tell you how I feel, I might But they're comin' out so wrong Then the voices, they come rushin' in Like a ten tonne truck into soft cement Now the words make sense but I can't repeat Because sense don't make what it used to be I'm here, my love, but I'm floating, baby"

[daggerfall]

Sebastien Harbert, breton, hero, nightblade (sometimes necromancer)

Inspired by the "Breton Hero" from the ESO cinematic trailers, Sebastien grew up in High King Emeric's inner circle, being named Seb's godfather. Seb had little drive in his life as a young man other than trying to avoid his responsibilities. He traveled with the future Vestige Isla Kingston after the Soulburst and the two became fast friends. After an argument and assuming Isla had left High Rock for good, Seb ended their partnership and went off to the Three Banner's War.

Seb only learned about what happened to Isla after months in hiding following his own abandonment of the war. Dying twice, being puppeted by daedra, and all the expectations of his godfather caused Seb to snap and go into hiding. He only met Isla again years later in Elsweyr on accident during an odd job. They caught up again, but Seb wasn't ready to return to the real world yet and promised to write. A few more years passed before Isla begged to see him again following her own break, and he came back.

The two started working together with Emeric and Lady Arabelle for the peace talks in High Isle, and kept exploring Tamriel together after, following Isla's fate as the Hero. Seb even steps in for her in Necrom when she's faced with having to work with another daedric prince against her wishes, and signs the contract himself.

They'll never really define how they feel about each other, but they're the only people in the world who can really understand the other.

[coffinkissez]

✧˖ — my obey me ocs

✧˖ valefar — 📀 ✧˖ solas — 🪐 ✧˖ seire — 🦋 ✧˖ seraphiel - 🕊️ ✧˖ sandalphon - 💎 ✧˖ metatron - 📜 ✧˖ eve - 🎞️

[kaybeedaydreams]

Tried to focus over the weekend and doing my best to not give up and keep learning (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Not too sure about the first two but I think something is clicking :D

Days 10-13 were Hood, Bake, Star and Travel

[meekdoodle]

I do hate it when you cry, but you look so pretty with tears in your eyes

[twstrhythm]

🚪

13

13. angry beyond reason

With...

Sébastien Cadieux. Well he'll bother his cousin then

Sébastien stomps down the halls of the Pomefiore dorm, ignoring the odd looks he gets from fellow dorm members. He was frustrated. Just utterly, completely frustrated. As much as he tried, all he could do was huff in anger. He doesn't understand why he took the idea he had, but he knocks on the door to Emmett's room.

[jellyviscious]

Decided to redesign my ocs a bit +some cute little doodles

[captain-grammar]

Booker's exiled. He's lonely. He has nowhere to go. He doesn't know anybody in this world. Nobody he could rely on. Nobody who he could spend some time with, or at the very least connect with while he tries to get his head straight.

Except he does.

He hasn't seen Gael in three years. He likely isn't even living in Murcia any more. He'll have moved on, taken another teaching job, hell, moved to another country.

But Booker doesn't have anyone else. Just a man he spent one night with who may not even remember they did.

Spain is as hot as the last time they wound up here. The cathedral square is just as rammed full of tourists. For a moment, Booker isn't even sure he remembers the apartment building he wound up in that fateful night but his feet sure do.

He doesn't wait to buzz. He takes advantage of a young mother's hasty exit and slips inside.

Booker's heart is pounding in the elevator. Every floor, a chance to turn back and go somewhere - anywhere - else.

Why am I doing this? Every step down the hall to a door he barely remembers. Why, why, why?

Loneliness is too strong a burden to ignore.

He knocks. Silence. Maybe there's nobody home? Maybe he has moved? Maybe this was all in vein?

Relief mixes with utter heartbreak when Booker realises that nobody is there to answer his knocks. Gripping tight onto his satchel, the bare essentials inside, he makes to turn.

But the door opens, and a familiar pair of deep, brown eyes, wide in surprise, greets him from inside.

"Sebastien?" Gael's voice is incredulous, his expression a picture.

Booker smiles weakly.

"It turns out you'll see me again after all," he jokes.

***

Gael isn't distant. He isn't even cold. He's confused and completely at a loss at what to say.

You can't stay here.

Booker hadn't even considered that it might be an option. He just wanted to see him. The only person on earth who knows anything about him that hasn't cast him aside for 100 years.

But maybe... Maybe we can catch up?

It starts with a friendly drink. Ice-breaking. That first night on repeat but with a hint of trepidation and of keeping one another at arm's length. Drinks turn to dinner. Dinner turns to nights meeting Gael's friends.

Is he going to be a fixture here? Gael's friends mock and tease. They know the weight of something between the two of them, even if Booker and Gael are loathe to admit it.

A few weeks pass and the ice has melted into a pool of warm water that Booker and Gael have long since given up pretending they're not wading waist-deep into. A night of quiet talk at Gael's apartment, his roommate casting an enquiring eye over the pair, excusing himself early, even though the sun set hours ago.

Booker sighs, more at one with the couch that he's been with the bed in his hotel room.

"I can't go back there tonight," he sighs, mostly to himself.

Gael offers a sheepish glance.

"Then sleep here tonight," he offers. "You're almost asleep as it is."

Decision made. Booker's here for the night.

Lights off. Pants off. T-shirt and underwear on his one-night stand's couch, lying under a blanket, eyes drifting to Gael's closed bedroom door more often than Booker would like to admit, wondering if Gael's thinking anything close to what's running through his mind.

Of course he's not. Booker shakes his head. Why the fuck would he?

Grunting, frustrated, the warm summer air thick even in the dark of night, he clambers up and pads across the kitchen for a glass of water. The cupboards are suddenly too loud, the tap too squeaky, the water gushing like a torrent.

Booker winces. Don't wake him, don't wake him...

A door behind him clicks open. Booker turns sharply, instincts heightened in his exile.

Gael. Dark curls rumpled. Eyes full of something Booker can't quite place but it looks almost like determination.

"Sorry," Booker whispers, laying the glass on the side. "Did I wake you?"

Gael shakes his head. "I haven't slept."

His glance is fixed on Booker like a hunter stalking prey as he walks towards him purposefully.

"Is everything alright?" Booker can feel his voice waver.

Again, Gael shakes his head.

"Something's missing," he says simply.

Booker's heart jumps but he hardly dare hope. He can't mean what Booker thinks he means, can he?

Gael's closing the gap and saying nothing. Words couldn't do justice to the way he's approaching Booker with a level of certainty that's almost alarming.

Booker's expecting the punch in the face he felt sure Gael would land on him when he saw him again. After disappearing, ghosting, without the call that Booker promised, he'd almost deserve it.

Instead, Gael takes him by the back of his neck and pulls him into a fierce, deep, slow kiss, chests flush, breaths shared.

An eternity passes like no time at all and they part, panting, pressing foreheads together.

"Come to bed with me," Gael murmurs, taking Booker's hands into his own with locked fingers.

Booker's led from the kitchen, through the lounge and into a room he didn't think he'd see again. Into a bed he never thought he'd lie in again.

Into sex with a man that makes him forget anything before it existed.

[agender-pidgeon]

Tarot reading, anyone?

[birdclowns]

bites him shakes him around like a chew toy

full thing on bsky<3

[eyesofanother]

don't forget to check the oven

[theladyofshalott1989]

“We all flock to it like moths to a flame.” 🙃

[nagasleeps]

🌾🌾