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Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. ( for Sebastian )

//  @cfmort  

       breath   hitches   as   lips   curl   and   there   is   a   WICKEDNESS   in   the   curve   of   your   smile– a   sharpness   that   could   tear   anyone   else   asunder.   but   not   him–   never   him.   he   has   NEVER   broken   beneath   the   dark   of   your   soul,   the   viciousness   you   keep   guarded,   keep   shielded   from   the   rest   of   the   world. 

(   he   has   never   shied   away   from   it.   only   ever   encouraged,   fanned   the   flame.   ) 

  and   while   you   do   all   you   can–   intended   to   make   BETTER   choices   this   time   around,   there   is   no   denying   who   you   are.   and   who   you   are   is   SELFISH   and   greedy   and   someone   who   does   not   have   the   ability   to   be   calm   in   your   desires   once   they   have   become   fixed   and   clear   in   your   mind. 

 fingertips   drum   along   cold   surface   of   table   top   before   you   lean   more   fully   against   it,   arms   braced   as   eyes   shift,   dancing   over   plans   and   words   and   ideas   spread   across   the   table. 

   “and   who   could   possibly   oppose   us?   who   can   compare   to   our   power?”  

(   and   never   again,   will   anyone   hurt   you.   will   anyone   even   come   close.   ) 

#cfmort #l isten... #sebastian can get a lil consumed by shit when he's having a Bad Time and this is def one of those moments welp #✦ answered // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #✦ riddle era verse // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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sebastian grows up good

#also i cackle thESE ICONS ARE THE MOST SEBASTIAN EXPRESSION EVER JFC #✦ this place is fancy and i don’t know which fork to kill myself with // ooc. ✦ #tbd

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arsonist’s lullabye // hozier

#✦ muse inspo // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #uughh i looveee

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//  @cfmort​ 

      huff escapes  as  you  look  across the  room--  watery reflections  causing  that  usual,  beautiful green  glow  but  there  is  something  more  to  it.  the  late  winter  sky  above  the  lake  so  clear,  starlight pierces  through  and  for  a  flash,  you  are  back  in  time.  an  old  friend  stands across  from  you,  refusing  to  yield.  and  so  much  is  lost.  too  much.  the  pain  of  remembering is  too  real,  and  so  for  a  brief  moment, the  past  three  months  have  faded  away.  anger,  frustration and  hurt  is  replaced  only  with  a  need  for  closeness.  a  need  for  connection.  to  not  be  so  painfully alone.  to  not  feel  the  coldness  of  having  nobody that  understands  you.  the  pain  of  missing him,  finally  eclipses the  need  to  hurt.  and  you  will  not  make  the  same  mistakes  again. in  a  moment, floor  is  crossed and  with  graceful ease,  you  come  to  sit  on  the  arm  of  the  chair, swivel  around  until  feet  come  to  rest  in  his  lap  and  your  head  rests  against the  chair.  eyes  dart  down  over  his  book,  his  face  for  a  second, and  then  down  to  your  own  book.  

#cfmort #✦ riddle era verse // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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work song // hozier 

#✦ connection // salazar & ava. ✦ #✦ music // ooc. ✦ #ugh listening to hozier rn is so inspiring jfc i forgot how goooodd this album iisss

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cfmort-a·:

SATISFACTION   IS   A   THRUM   WITHIN   YOUR   BONES   /     heady   weight   to   which   you   succumb ,   and   each   breath   feels   as   carbon   to   the   oxygen   it    consumes ,     fire   to   the   ashes   it   creates   and   you   have     grasped     at   flesh   so   torn   it   bled   into   the   seeds   of   your   palm ,   the     echo     of   your   soul       (      shattered   segments   of   a   life   once   lived   you   would   not     return     your   choices .     but   he     lingers     in   the   corner   of   your   vision ,   the   fickle   segments   of   your   seams   like   water   lilies   who   have   forgotten   how   to     breathe      ──     he   is     yours .     as   the   sky   to   the   sun   and   the   earth   to   the   moon   and   your   core   to   the   wood   it   created    )

you   lean     forward     in   your   chair ,   elbows   placed   upon   the   surface   of   your   desk   as   your   hands     fold     together ;   brittle   lull   in   the   silence   as   you   stare .     as   you   ──     smile       (     like   venom   through   fangs   and   poison   through   blood   and   how     sharp     you   will   your   kindness   to   be ,   how   searing   ) . 

❛   hello ,   sebastian .   ❜ 

  and   how   your   eyes     gleam     in   fascination ,   the   way   children   dismantle   insects   if   only   to   see   how   they     break      (    rook   to   pawn   and   knight   to   king ;     checkmate     ) .

 say   softly ,     ❛   what   a     pleasant     surprise   this   is .   i   hardly   thought   i’d   see   you   again   after   you   decided   to     leave .     ❜

      there  is  an  ACHE within  set  deep  within  you,  a  pain  that  burns  you  to  the  core,  that  reaches out  in  a  desperation  to  ignite  everything in  its  path—determined  to  destroy  you.  but  you  know,  you  KNOW you  cannot  let  it.  falling to  your  knees  is  never  something you  have  been  permit.  two  lifetimes,  and  still  you  do  not  know  peace. KNOW  that  while  he  has  them,  while  he  keeps  vicious grasp  on  those  you  love,  that  you  will  not  rest,  will  not  know  calm—the  ache  will  remain.

(  but  you  wonder—is  this  ache  entirely born  out  of  familial  love?  is  it  just  for  your  sisters? or  has  it  been  there  ever  since  that  day  you  turned your  back  on  him?  has  the  chasm  now  filled with  fire  been  getting  deeper and  deeper  since  the  moment you  left  his  side?  it  is  not  a  thought you  can  ever  stomach.  )  

  brow  twitches,  the  smallest  break  in  the  façade  that  you  quickly cover—stand  taller,  back  straighter.  if  living  with  that  woman  ever  taught  you  one  thing, it’s  how  to  keep  composure when  inside  you  are  falling apart.        and  oh—how easily  he  breaks  you.  how  less  than whole  you  have  felt  in  the  years  since  you  parted.  every  day,  a  constant  effort you  loathe  to  even  consider is  truth.  

head  tilts and  you  take  a  breath before  stepping  forward—refuse  to  show  fear,  even  when  he  holds  all  the  pieces  in  the  palm  of  his  hand.  

   “well,  darling.  you  surely  should have  known  i  couldn’t stay  away  forever. there  is  just  nobody else  who  plays  games  with  me  as  well  as  you.”        and  what  you  mean  is—you  have  me,  you  own  me,  you  know  the  deeper parts  of  me  and  can  play  me  like  strings. what  you  mean  is—i  hate  you,  i  hate  that  you  know  exactly  where  to  press, what  to  take.   what  you  mean  is—i  love  you,  i  have  loved  you  so  deeply  it  tears  my  soul  to  admit.  

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#cfmort #✦ riddle era verse // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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#this is always my fucken fave i cant breathe for how pretty he is #✦ visage // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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#*sips tea and tries not to think about how much u wanna murder ur mum* #✦ visage // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me. ( nagini )

GOLD       CONSUMES       YOUR       WAKING       MOMENTS       /                            the       thought       of      chains       upon       silken       jewels       ,      a        BALANCE        of      blood       and       skin       ,      there       is       no      crown       that       would       settle       so      heavenly       atop       darkened       strands       than       the      weight       of       your        HERITAGE        held       like       star       fire       beneath       flickered       palms       .             you       think       these       are      the       steps       to      bridge       the       gap      across       molten       throne       and       OH       ,        how       you      would       dismantle       it      .             raise       your       own      in       mirror       image       if      only       to       see      it       through        .              

(              how       soul       is      not       thing       but      redeemable       part          ──          expendable        SHARDS        whose       seams       could       never       find       the      will       to       break         )      .      

she       has      been       your       constant       ,      the       breath       which       drew       the      air       and       your       lungs       are       EMPTIED        at       the      sight       of       her      ,       hiss       of      words       against       pallor       chest       ,      you        WONDER        if      your       heart       beats       in      time       with       her      motions       .            and      how       could       you      turn       your       back       on      the       one       you       deem       equal       ,      she       who       lay      beside       you       when       bombs       filtered       the      air       like       crystal       glass       edges       and      your       ears        BLED        with       the      fear       of       it      .       

she           (        who       is        SUPERIOR        to      hairless       apes       which      grovel       at      the       sight       of      gods       /       divinity       without       form         )      .            you       reach       out      hand       .            brush       your       fingers       lightly       over       the      scales       of       her      face       ,       line       of      her       neck       ,      gentle        STRUM        of      movement       as       you      tilt       head       ,      feel       satisfaction       brim       in      centre       rib       as      you       murmur       ,        ❛       i       pity       the      fool       who       dares       try      and       take       me      from       you       ,      nagini       .       ❜

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#fucken asdfghj #IM NOT OKAAYY #THIS IS PERFECTION #BBYYYY IM SOBBING UUGHHH #I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM SM THIS FUCKEN DYNAMIC IS EVERYTHING UUGHH #✦ save tag // ooc. ✦

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' do be quiet , Sebastian . I can barely hear myself think . ' ( cfmort - IM SORRY TOM IS A SHIT )

                                            slurping sounds  //  @cfmort  

      gaze lifts from where you had been casually reading through notes for history of magic– because really, what need did you have for this class? what need did you have to REALLY put any effort in, or pay attention?  you walked through such an important part of history– and then very quickly spent years of this life playing catch up due to a selfish need to understand what your past acts shaped.    

              so naturally– your interest in the work was only ever going to be CASUAL.    

                                           the distracted humming inevitable. 

                             the SLURPING from the glass in your hand? not so much. 

  a smirk fills your lips as you glance over to him, brow raised before you hum once more, slouching back into your seat and bringing glass back to lips. “i’m sorry. is the great tom riddle unable to rise to a challenge? i thought you were better than that, tom. how is it possible that little ole me is possibly causing such a problem?” 

#cfmort #*long and dramatic sigh* #sebastian i fucken love u gdi u lil shit #✦ answered // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #✦ riddle era verse // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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Thanks for stopping by, Mom.

#✦ regarding // the o’shannon family. ✦ #i sTILL SOB EVERY TIME FFS AT THIISSS #actually sebastian's bitterness to his mum #and how Obvious and vicious it becomes the moment he fucken graduates gdi #uughh bYE IM A MESS #✦ muse inspo // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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#i Love Him #✦ visage // sebastian o’shannon. ✦

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#THE BEST SEBASTIAN MOOD GDI #10/10 wOULD DIE FOR HIS SIBLINGS GDI #also it's funny bc heeh salazar literally Did burn down a village bc they killed his sister eyyy #✦ muse inspo // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #✦ muse inspo // salazar slytherin. ✦ #✦ regarding // the slytherin family. ✦ #✦ regarding // the o’shannon family. ✦

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I have no intention of living out my life as a literal parasite. Pathetic, burrowing, semi-human tick.

#ALWAYS THE BIGGEST SEBASTIAN AND HIS MUM MOOD UUGHH #✦ muse inspo // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #✦ regarding // the o’shannon family. ✦ #also always fucks me just... how much her words fucken tear at him #how much he ends up fucken believing it and like?? even this shit!! #he legit believes in the end that he is heartless #even though he shows time and time again that he is so much more than she ever will be ughhh

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You are not going anywhere, young lady.

#✦ muse inspo // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #STILL GETS ME GDI JUST UGHH #that fucken Night he almost kills her gdi

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#change dad to mum and just #honestly this mAKES ME CACKLE EVERY FUCKEN TIME #✦ muse inspo // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #✦ regarding // the o’shannon family. ✦ #the sALT IS SO REAL

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my mother looks at me & sees my father’s mistakes (plural noun; fragmented families don’t know how to coexist). my father looks at me & sees everything i used to be (noun: innocent & soft hearted). my brother looks at me & sees the worst of my parents (verb; shaking, hurting, burning); he looks at me & sees the only thing in our family that might get out alive. i look at myself & see a monster (noun; blood hands & a venomous mouth & a failing heart).

and i’ve failed them all ; p.v.s. (via sarchengseys)

#✦ musings // sebastian o’shannon. ✦ #✦ regarding // the o’shannon family. ✦