Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, Soloist

"So, you came back? I'm about to pack up for the night. You'll have to come back next week I'm afraid. Although you look like you were in a hurry. Maybe you can find some lodgings in a pub nearby?" Bravat said as you walked in. The hall was clearing up, people weren't sad they were leaving, rather optimistic they'd be returning on Monday. 

You didn't want to sleep in a pub, you don't trust them for past reasons. Never again would you want to relive that night. But what other choice did you have? If you went back now, it didn't matter if you told Sebastian a lie or the truth. He would be beyond angry, and this would've been for nothing. Not to mention potentially fired, especially if you were wrong about this. 

"Where are my manners," he said as the last few people were out of earshot. "You're one of our stars, we should have a spare room. Come follow me," he said smiling gently guiding you with a singular warm hand. He led you to a room with stars above the door frame. It was equipped with a large plush bed, two vanities, a dazzling crystal chandelier, and an en suite bathroom. It was like a normal bedroom that an obsessed star gazer decorated. Everything from the sheets to the wallpaper was a pale shade of lilac studded with gold. 

"You have a burning question," he put his hand over his eye like a spy glass and looked at you through it while you sat on the bed. "What's troubling you, you didn't come all this way for nothing." 

Oh yes, proclaimed fortune teller, of course he knows you want something.

And it was common sense.

Duh.

Your brain loves stating the obvious. Was believing he was a fortune teller really that farfetched? If you told someone you were married to a demon, they wouldn't believe you even though it's true. If someone told you demons and grim reapers existed before you knew, you wouldn't have believed them either.

"I don't know if you remember my star, but I wanted to ask you what it meant, what's my shining thing everyone talks about?"

"I remember all our precious stars that pass through here. You're Vega, hence the room," he gestured around you. Three stars adorned everything; the vase of flowers next to the head of the bed had three embossed stars on it. The drawers had knobs shaped as 3 stars. Even the headboard of the bed had 3 stars. Just like your bracelet that was still in your pocket. 

"Have you heard of Altair and Vega?" He asked out of the blue, pulling up a chair beside the bed head.

"No? Who are they?"

"Ah, haha, here's the tragically beautiful tale about the star who protects you. Altair and Vega are two stars in the sky separated by a celestial river. Altair was human once, and Vega was a beautiful celestial princess. Eternity without anyone to love was unnerving to Vega, all the other celestial beings were not up to her standards. So, she descended to earth and came upon a simple farmer named Altair. They fell in love but Vega had to return to the sky and so she secretly enchanted a bull."

"A bull?" You laughed gently at what seemed an odd choice of animal to enchant. Trying to ease the tension in the room, or maybe it was the knots in your stomach, Bravat seemed unbothered. You were still rethinking your decision to leave like that. 

"However, Vega's father didn't approve for he was a mere mortal. Kinda like when servants marry up the ladder here right?" he awkwardly laughed scratching the back of his neck. Or maybe you did intimidate him? He refused to look you in the eye. 

"Altair flew to the heavens on the bull to be with Vega. At first her father was fully against them marrying. But he granted their wish with cruel conditions. He let them both remain in the heavens as stars, but they were separated by a celestial river. So, once every year, on the seventh day of the seventh month, magpies fly up forming a bridge over the celestial river, for Altair to cros-"