Covered In You | Sebastian Sallow

𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎-𝒯𝓌𝑜: 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉

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Early September 1896

Rosalie tied Sebastian's emerald green tie in their Cragcroft home. Today was a day about celebration as it was his pinning ceremony. Sebastian had finished his training at St. Mungo's, and he excelled with flying colors in all of his testing.

The ceremony was set to take place at St. Mungo's on the fifth floor. It has been a tough journey to get where he is now, but Sebastian has worked endlessly hard to become a Healer. There were fewer people now from when he started—nearly over half of his peers had dropped out of the program or have gotten severely ill enough to not return. Nevertheless, Sebastian prevailed, but he couldn't have done it without the support of everyone around him. He truly has Rosalie to thank for encouraging him and believing in him when he didn't fully believe in himself.

Rosalie smoothed down his tie—along with his black button up shirt and black suit jacket—and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered into his ear as she took him into her arms.

Sebastian embraced her tightly, tucking his head into the crook of her neck. His heartbeat quickened as his starry cheeks turned pink. He often questioned how he had gotten so lucky. How was his life filled with love he didn't deserve? He pulled away from their embrace for just a moment to take in the sight of her. The girl—the woman—he's loved since Fifth-Year now stood in front of him; in their home after years of trivial pursuit. Rose always believed in him, since the beginning. He gently lifted up her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips—short but deep.

Rosalie swept back the few stray hairs that hung off his finely combed and fixed hair.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" Sebastian finally asked with a deep breath. "I don't deserve you. I never have and never will."

Rosalie cupped his rosy cheek, "That couldn't be farther from the truth, Seb." Her smile radiated into his soul. His light in the darkness.

He placed one last kiss on her lips before intertwining their fingers and guiding her downstairs. The pair gathered a few things together before giving Willow a couple head scratches. Then, they walked across the pathway to Anne and David's cottage.

Sebastian knocked on the door of his old quaint home; approaching footsteps echoed from the other side of the door only to be greeted by David with a worrisome expression.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian immediately asked; his nerves immediately tingled his fingertips, and his throat felt tight. 

"She's fine... I believe?" David was merely asking himself. He stepped aside and invited the couple inside the home—stepping into the living area. "She's been locked inside the washroom all morning. Vomiting."

"Was it something she ate?" Rosalie asked, trying to find a positive in this situation and steering away from the worst.

David tsked with a frown. "We ate the same supper and breakfast, and I'm not sick."

"It can't possibly be the curse. It's broken... I cured her!" Sebastian's voice was nearly a yell fueled by frustration.

"You always assume the worst, Sebby," Anne's weak voice called from the hallway. "I'm fine. My stomach is just hating my breakfast, is all."