Order of Shadows | Sebastian Sallow Love Story

Chapter Thirteen

"I don't want to be only your friend, Séra. We were never meant to be only friends." He pointed out, leaning into her palm.

The need to kiss him had never been stronger. If she could see him, she would have. There was no doubt about it. She'd lay down on the bed and have him prove to her that he truly needed one hand to get the job done.

Séraphine focused on her earlier rage and resentment to push down the strong feelings she had for Sebastian. It was easier to feel upset than accept a love which could destroy her. "Actions have consequences. Prove to me that I can trust you. Speaking of which," Her eyes flickered towards the clock. She needed to start getting ready, "I have an engagement party to start getting ready for. And you, need to take a nap before you...you see Catherine tonight."

"Right." He didn't sound happy about either scenario. "I'll allow Ominis to be engaged to you, but don't you dare get married tonight." Sebastian paused for a moment before adding, "I'll have to practice my objections now if I'm to shout it in front of a bunch of stuck up Purebloods."

With a roll of her eyes, she pushed against his chest. "Neither of us allow Ominis to do anything. He does what he pleases. It's time for you to go. And don't get caught leaving the Common Room, you imbécile."

Sebastian laughed quietly. When the warmth from his body was gone, she knew he'd started to step way. But then she felt a whoosh of air, and a soft kiss against her cheek. "Goodnight, Séra."

A wry smile fell on her lips. "Goodnight 'Bastien."

Panic! At the Carriage

Séraphine stared in the mirror. The dress was quite beautiful, but she was tired of hearing that word. It sounded so superficial. She'd rather be commended for her hands that brewed flawless potions when she remembered to prepare the ingredients correctly. The toll on her body from lack of sleep and hours spent in the forbidden forest foraging. She'd rather be commended for her spirit than the genetics passed down to her.

The way Sebastian had made her feel a couple hours ago was indescribable. It was like being seen for the first time. Really seen... And she knew that Sebastian was apologetic. It didn't take a genius to think about when the last time he cried was.

While she was thankful he felt comfortable enough to be so remorseful in front of her, he didn't remove the Disillusionment Charm. He still didn't trust her enough to be visibly vulnerable. Sebastian still had more work to do before she could allow herself to fall for him without reservations. A small sigh escaped her. Was she bring too critical?

The Quaffle was in Sebastian's court. Séraphine could only be the Keeper for so long while also managing the other crises' in her life.

Her fair blonde hair was pulled back into a bun decorated with more of the pink roses and small pearls. There had been a velvet bag with the accessories and a stern note to use them for tonight.

She was dressed up. Prepared for the facade of having a choice when in reality her options were limited. If you could even call them options. Refuse and face the Cruciatus curse again, accept a random Pureblood, or ask one of her oldest friends for a favor.

Ominis Gaunt was her best friend. Not her lover. This wouldn't last long term. What would happen when it came time to start planning a wedding? When it came time to walk down the altar or face excruciating pain?