27th September 2011
Link reblogged from A Fiddle of Gold Against Your Soul... with 24 notes
[I HAPPEN TO KNOW THAT SOMEBODY WANTED SEBRIS.]
Sebastian hisses as the cool paint touches his skin, fingers jerking and tapping against the equally chill floor of the mansion beneath his back. He regrets stripping to the waist in that moment. The stone has warmed some from his skin,…
DOodle for this lovely. ; u;
I love Sebrisssss
OH MY GOD.