grateful [Sebastian Solace x Reader]

distracted

After the night you comforted Sebastian, he's somehow gotten even more clingier than before.

You were talking about stories from your childhood, mostly how clumsy you were, and how badly you would get injured.

You laughed as you recalled a certain memory. That being when a chicken chased you all the way home.

Little did you know, he wasn't even paying attention.

He wouldn't admit it, ever, maybe. But, he's found what he's been missing his whole life.

Is this love or emotional arousal? It's love.

His mother once told him how amazing it was to find your true love, he barely believed her words—thinking he was incapable of being loved, but still happily listened. His mother was his world, after all.

Sebastian missed her dearly.

He knew his mom would have loved you. You were so caring and gentle despite everything that's been happening.

Your face. Oh, how he loved looking at you.

The soft crinkle in the corner of your eyes when you would laugh at one of his jokes.

Your lips that he adored kissing in the comfort of your shared 'home'.

Especially when you slept, you looked like an angel.

Even if you slept crazily, he chuckled but still thought it was cute.

He held back these urges every single night to touch your face, mostly because he didn't want to disturb your peaceful sleep.

He's always had this irrational fear of accidentally hurting you. His strength is abnormal, abnormal enough to where he has nightmares over it.

Huh? Oh, right. Here you were, holding him like a baby while you kept rambling.

Your voice is so sweet. He truly can't get enough of it. The lovely hymn of your voice was as heavenly as the voice of a thousand radiant angels. You put them all to shame.

"I think she was scared of me because of that, but I don't blame her." You giggled after you finished that sentence, whatever you were talking about.

Sebastian purred softly, the vibration that was emitting from his throat felt nice, in a way, against your chest.

It was almost like there was a cat on your chest rather than your boyfriend.

Your hypothesis was being proved right as you noticed the end of his tail slightly wiggling. You wish you had a camera to record it, you wanted to treasure it forever.

The thought plastered a stupid smile on your face, your cheeks started to hurt from how often you smiled around him.

He liked that, a lot, actually.

He liked you, a lot.

"Hey, Seb?" Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Yes?" His head lifted up, his glowing eyes looking into yours.

"Have you... even been listening?" Your left hand's fingers went into a flicking position, ghosting over his forehead.

"I... I have. Yeah. Uh huh." He noticed a small furrow in your eyebrows.

"If you were, tell me what I said two sentences ago."

"Uh..." His eyes moved away from yours, his cheeks noticeably darker.

"Chicken?"

"Part of it, is something bothering you?" You lowered your fingers from his forehead, opting to rest them on his right shoulder.

His gaze met yours again. "It's nothing bad, honestly." A guilty and awkward smile made its way onto his face, the corners of it tilting in a weird manner.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Whatever you say, Seb."

Sebastian put his head back onto your chest, stretching his lower body, sighing happily afterwards.

You held your boyfriend close, rubbing small circles into his shoulders.

The atmosphere was calm. Nothing was disturbing, and there was nothing to worry about. Just two lovers, happy to be alive.