Sebastian Sallow and Noelle Ellis just can't understand each other's feelings.
sebastian sallow x OC
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Published: February 2023.
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Chapter 7: Our Ignorant Metaphor
"I really wish, I would've dressed up a little better."
Sebastian's Perspective
My hands itched beneath the sweat of my palms. It almost seemed humiliating to sweat this much, considering the Undercroft's setting stood below the castle.
"It was every day," I murmured to myself, pacing around the dimmed space, my hands gesturing. "I saw her every day."
But why was I suddenly hating myself at the thought of seeing her?
Were my actions from the last few months really shitty enough to make me second-guess this?
Elle held a grudge. It's not that I think she did, I knew she did. I knew her, and despite the last few weeks of forbidden no-communication, the entirety of the class began to pick up our lingo.
I mean, from talking every single day to absolutely nothing?
Surely, I can briefly explain myself right now before Quidditch practice if she shows up. I didn't mind running late. I'll risk the time to see her, speak to her, explain —
As my eyes lingered on the enchanted clock above the space, the sounds of metallic doors creaked from the Undercroft's entrance.
My back was turned, facing the opposite direction on any opponent that entered. I was staring at the unfinished puzzled painting of Isidora Morganach, the one where we distinguish lost memories and the truth behind Elle's powerful magic.
"You made it." I said lowly, my arms crossed, still not turning.
I wanted to stay in a manly stance. I held pride on wearing a quidditch practice jersey to show-off that I've had skills. It was egoistic of me, but it's been too long.
I just wanted to impress her.
Instead, I was impressed when I heard the familiar sound of boots kicking the cemented floor. I had to turn.
"I always do." Elle let out, almost with a sigh.
I turned at the voice.
Elle Ellis stood at least ten feet away from me. It was a perfect distance to catch me off guard on what she brought to the invisible table between us.
And to bring, she brought unexpected use of attire.
It was battling gear. Battling gear? She wasn't serious, was she?
Enough of that though, but my eyes were jawed more on how the clothing didn't fit like before. It was tighter around her body. The fabric she once fought endless monsters with now contoured her body in a clean way.
