❝let's talk about this later, lets get your wounds clea-❞
❝where were you when I needed you? after everything that happened that day... i get your frustration... but you were gone. where was my knight in shining armour?❞
she slurred her words and gi...
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warning!! Grace is 19 and Sebastian is 27 in this snippet... rough bro...
A young woman with long pale blonde hair, that shined from a certain angle, sat on her knees while playing with the pink frilly tassels on her mother's favourite throw pillows. As she gazed down on the rough carpet underneath her, her mother made small talk as she brushed her daughter's silk hair that reached her waist. She did try to follow up with the small conversation with her mom but she went off to Wonderland. She could still taste the small steak dinner her family had an hour ago, paired with some vegetables and bread, and of course her moms' favourite refreshment, red wine. The beverage lingered in the back of her throat, it felt like it was slightly scratchy, wanting to quickly cough while her mother continued to stroke her hair down. Generally, at this time, she would have a book in her lap and sometimes would read aloud for her parents and siblings to hear, but with the absence of her father, she refrained from doing so, instead finding entertainment with the shouts of her younger siblings that played in the hallways of the manor before heading off to bed and the exchanged hushed whispers going around with the maids. They tried to clean the dining room quietly because they knew her mother cherished her silent time in the drawing room, with soft contemporary music surrounding their figures, the moonlight peeking through the tiny slits of the curtains that barely reached the hardwood floor, and the embers frolicking in the fireplace. The heat from the fire engulfed the room but the white silk nightgown that clung onto the young woman's figure, like a second skin, also provided some coolness to make sure she was not sweltering hot. Usually, when her father sat in the drawing room with the pair, he would light a cigarette to relieve some stress, and the smell of nicotine would clutch on the wall, remaining on the wallpaper and lingering down the halls until her mother would remind him to not smoke inside, telling him that she would not want her children to inhale it. Instead, their floral perfumes empowered the room. She felt her mother's hand stop brushing through her hair and turned to see she was slightly dozing off. She gathered up from the floor, placed the throw pillow she had on her lap for the time she was in the drawing room, and leaned to kiss her cheek whispering a small good night. As she looked around the room one last time before leaving, a maid peeked her head in and asked if she could guide her to the master bedroom. She nodded with a slight bow and bid her a good night's sleep once she safely put her mother to bed.
The young woman leisurely strolled down the long dim-lit hall of the manor quite late at night with her brush that her mother used to comb her blonde hair. She hummed a catchy tune while glancing at each golden frame hanging beside each other. In the corner of her eyes, she could see her little siblings being scolded by the nanny and ushered to their room to finally go to bed, she let out a breathly giggle and shook her head at their antics. Whilst she continued walking to her room, she stopped at a particular painting that always puts a smile on her delicate doll-like face no matter how many times she has looked at it. A particularly large oil painting showcasing a young man who wore a white waistcoat paired perfectly with a black crisp pleated tailcoat, with his arm wrapped around a woman's waist, who had a gentle smile etched on her face. Her lovely parents were the young couple who stared right back at her figure. Before she was able to put her hands together, a few maids passed the young lady wishing her a good night, to which she replied to them saying the same thing and hurried off to their chambers to continue their chores around the house tomorrow after a good night's rest. When their voices ceased, she finally put her hands together and prayed to the Gods, old and new, hoping she could find a love like her parents soon. She looked up at their portrait one last time and continued her journey to the end of the hall, the last door on the right situated near the big window that overlooked the side garden and a bit of the road, being her bedroom. A cold chill ran down her spine as she placed her hand on the cool door handle. The young lady looked out the large window one last time as she bathed in under the moonlight and looked out to the garden to see a figure quickly run across. Her shining deep blue eyes widened and had the strong urge to either go and warn a maid about it or impulsively go outside to see, but she simply dismissed it with the thought that it was probably just a stray animal since it was very common to see cats or dogs wandering the streets of London most likely from the slums.
Grace was hit with a cool breeze as she opened the doors of her bedroom, revealing a princess canopy bed meticulously placed in front of two large panel windows which led out to a small balcony overseeing the garden. Grace could immediately tell the maids were in her room as she saw her dirty clothes out of sight on the floor, her vanity was cleaned with no products in sight, and candles were lit up to illuminate the room. She approached her vanity situated near her wardrobe, placing her hairbrush in one of its compartments. She looked up to the mirror and tucked her hair behind her ears before turning around to head to her bed. But as she soon turned around a figure towered over her and felt a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, as soon as a pair of burly arms pulled her in on the person's chest, she relaxed and looked up to see his face.
"Hi Seb," She moved her arms to wrap around Sebastian's neck to lower his head as she placed a small kiss on the corner of his lips. As she pulled away from him her face turned sour, "you smell like smoke." She playfully slapped his chest and walked over to her bed, proceeding to sit down and leaned back to look at him. Sebastian murmured under his breath before he strode to the blonde young lady and grabbed the bottom edge of her nightgown. Grace's face immediately heated up and ducked her head down when she felt his fingers dance up her bare thigh under her satin slip-up. She tried pushing his hand away while Sebastian chuckled at her antics below him, "Seb... stop, not tonight..."
Sebastian dropped his hand from her nightdress and looked down at her, surprised that she was already looking up at him. She gave him a small smile before reaching out to his shirt collar and pulling him in until her soft lips were gently placed on his. His eyes widened from her action before he smirked against her lips and laid her out gently on top of her pink silk comforter. Grace's fingers ran through his luscious jet-black hair, momentarily separating from his lips, and shyly smiled at him, "I really really like you Seb," He jokingly raised an eyebrow at her confession as his hands moved up and down her waist, "Oh yeah?" She rolled her eyes at his small remark before nodding, "Oh yes, you're much more handsome than those snotty nobles that my parents keep bringing into the house thinking they'll easily win me over." He shook his head with a little chuckle escaping his mouth before he leaned closer to her once again.
The one thing that Grace's mother did not know was that she did not mind the smell of smoke at all whenever her father smoked because she would always think of Sebastian.
all I have to say is Grace is young, dumb, and in love.
