claude's favorite thing about sebastian is his eyes.
claude could stare into them forever. he likens them to rubies or roses, both things he loves. as much as an oddball he is, he crops photographs of sebastian to where only his eyes are presented. claude sets the pictures beside his bed, and falls asleep staring into them when the real thing isn't there.
those pair of eyes calm him down, they wind him up, and they remind him that those eyes belong to the one he loves.
sebastian's favorite thing about claude is his voice.
sebastian loves it when claude speaks. he compares it to silk sliding across skin; so soft and attractive. he loves it when claude whispers to him at night, things like how much he loves him.
those sweet nothings remind sebastian that love isn't just a silly little emotion, it's something that can twist your insides and make you feel like you're flying.
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mine. (sebaclaude)
Romancethe devil is real. he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. he can be beautiful. because he's a fallen angel and he used to be god's f a v o r i t e .
