This is getting ridiculous. 25 year old Sebastian Michaelis thought to himself, looking through his letters of rejection.
It is expected though isn't it? Being an artist isn't always pleasant.
"I need to clear my mind from all this." He said, running his fingers through his long raven colored hair. His odd Crimson colored eyes shining like the stars from the fire place that was burning. "My lord, may I suggest a walk in the morning? Through a trail in the woods?" Sebastian's butler, Tanaka said, messaging the younger mans shoulders.
Sebastian sighed. "I suppose you're right tanaka." He said. Then suddenly a crash was heard coming from downstairs. "I will check that my lord." Tanaka bowed, then leaving the room. Sebastian leaned back in his red velvet chair.
To think that he, Sebastian A. Michaelis. Owner of the successful business known as 'the Funtom company' not to mention that he is also the Queens guard dog, would be a starving artist. Though, his paintings are more of a hobby to him, still, it is rather disappointing when no one will be a wanting customer.
Then again, good looks can only get you so far....
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Black Hearts
FanfictionSebastian Michaelis. A mere human in London in the year 1895. He's an aspiring Artist but can't find the inspiration to paint anything. On an expedition, he finds a interesting looking cave. Curious, he goes in the cave finding something very....in...
