evermore || sebastian sallow

chapter 74 - Part 1: the great war

"I vowed not to cry anymore if we survived the Great War."

— Taylor Swift

(a recurring song for the next few chapters sorry)

chapter 74 - Part 1: the great war

Y/n's Perspective

"What are you thinking?" Sebastian whispered against my hair, his fingers gently stroking the strands that sent goosebumps down my arm.

We were lying on the couch inside the Room of Requirement, my head on his chest and his arm around my shoulder. A fuzzy, dark blue blanket covered our bodies, both of us wearing matching Christmas pyjamas—courtesy of Poppy earlier. He nuzzled me closer to him as if afraid I'd disappear any second.

I sighed, tracing my finger down his chest. "What am I not thinking about?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Come on now, Y/n. Don't answer my question with a question like you always do."

"I'm uh, just worried. I can't help but feel like something's gonna happen soon. Do you ever get those gut feelings?" I tilted my head up to look at him.

"I do, so I understand. Is that why you've been so distracted when we opened presents?"

He was talking about two hours ago when Christmas arrived at midnight. Our friends were in here to celebrate with us, and we all exchanged and opened gifts together. Poppy had made all of us Christmas jammies somehow and insisted we all wore them as we opened gifts in front of the Christmas tree I'd conjured.

Even now, torn gift wraps still littered the floor, Christmas lights blinking around the Room of Requirement. Enchanted stars floated around us, twinkling like precious jewels.

Staring at the glass-domed ceiling, where snow fell gently, I said to him, "Yeah. I was a bit distracted. Sorry. I didn't mean to be such a downer during it."

His shoulders shook as he chuckled, pulling me closer to him. "Yeah, you were so gloomy. But you're always gloomy."

"Oh, shut it!" I playfully slapped his chest, which was annoying too muscly and hard. "I'm not always gloomy."

"Just most times."

I glared at him.