Unspeakable

Chapter 4: Resistance

Sebastian exhaled as he tried to close one of Ominis' shirts over his chest, but it wasn't going to happen. Apparently he was broader in the chest than either of them thought. "It's not going to fit." Sebastian said, giving up and leaving it hanging unbuttoned.

"Ugh." Ominis groaned in dismay. "That was the largest shirt I had, too. Do you not have any others at your parents' old house?" He'd been living there for a while last summer after all.

"I've grown since then, Ominis. Both of us have. I don't fit anything from half a year ago anymore." Sebastian sighed, running a hand through hair in frustration. "I can't exactly walk out in the open like this." The area may be Wizarding community but there were still rules about dressing properly in public. He didn't need to be stopped by someone and fined or worse.

Ominis put a hand over his face in frustration. "How is it not fitting?"

"It won't even button at all." Sebastian said awkwardly.

Ominis let out a low groan of frustration and kicked at the wall. "FINE I'll go get you a damn shirt." He bristled.

"A run over to Hodsmeade shouldn't take long. Maybe an hour-" Sebastian stopped when Ominis suddenly rounded on him, his eyes glowing brightly with the pulse of his wand-sight. He loomed over Sebastian with a fierce expression, and for the first time in a very long time, Sebastian was rather intimidated by him.

"If you touch her while I'm gone, while you're in this state, I will beat the shit out of you." Ominis said each word slowly so he was sure it sank into Sebastian's head.

"I wouldn't do that." Sebastian glared back up at him.

"Good." Ominis huffed, and backed off again. "Then we shouldn't have a problem."

"Why are you acting so hostile today? What the hell happened?" Sebastian demanded.

Ominis gave a soft scoff and shook his head with frustration. "I'm just annoyed." He said, before walking out of the room to tell Diane where he was going.

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Sebastian was sitting across the room from Diane as she read from her book, trying his best not to look at her. She was curled up in the chair, her skirts falling over the side as she scanned the pages. He thought he occasionally caught her glancing up to him, but she was always looking down when he thought he'd caught it.

"Are you feeling better?" She asked softly, keeping her eyes on her book.

"With that stuff off my skin it's a lot easier to control." He sighed. He still ached inside, burned for her. He wanted to run his hand through her curls, stroke her delicate neck and-

Red hair, green eyes.

He held the arm of the chair in a white knuckle grip until the wave of lust passed again.

"That's good. I was worried." She said, pressing her lips together anxiously after she finished. "What was in that room? The Love Room Hecat told us about?"

"There was a fountain of amortentia, and when I took a sip a woman appeared." Sebastian explained. He was glad for the change in subject to distract himself.

"A woman?" She lowered her book in confusion.

"Yeah, it was like she was made out of the liquid, but in the form of a woman." Sebastian remembered what she'd looked like as Diane's naked form, risking a glance over to Diane again to compare. There really wasn't much comparison, Diane was far softer than the woman had been, and more sweet and innocent. The entity in the room had given off an air of sexuality that he had just never seen in Diane.