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Artist: Sin With Sebastian
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"A real man takes care of his own."F o l l o w m y k i t t e n s :
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The voice, ever familiar with its overtone of cheer, serves well in forcing Shepard from his fatigue induced respite. Head snaps to the left whilst fingers come to curl about the balustrade’s bar laid out in front of him.
“You brought two slices and two forks… — I find it hard to believe you didn’t plan this, whatever this is.” Regardless, he eyes up the pastry as it is held out in front of him. Well aware of the lack of luxuries such as these aboard the ship, Aiden doesn’t at all take long to take the other up on his offer of generosity.
He just doesn’t intend on putting the cutlery to use, rather opting with taking the slice in hand and leaving the ice cream to Sebastian.
“Thanks. You realise this is what you’re gonna have to do each time you intend on your presence being tolerated by me, yeah?” Not even he, himself, is sure as to whether he is serious there or not.
He most likely is.
"I planned to have pie with someone. But then I saw my favourite commanding officer brooding all on his lonesome and decided that I just couldn’t leave him to starve. So here we are.”
Sebastian’s improbably white teeth gleamed in a quick smile that showed his prominent canines when his act of generosity was accepted. He took a massive mouthful of pie and ice-cream, devouring a third of both in one bite more suited to someone of Aiden’s size. Then he shrugged.
"Oh, I know." Sebastian took him completely seriously, finishing his mouthful and swallowing. "But bringing pie is much easier than being less annoying. Think of it as being easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Or something."
He leaned on the railing, gripping it just a little too hard with his sleek, black, cybernetic right hand. He gazed up more than half a foot to briefly look Aiden in the eyes. The red, faintly glowing eyes that still occasionally creeped him out when Aiden gave him a death glare.
"Thinking about anything interesting?"
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Artist: One Republic
Played: 17489 times
The Show Goes On
Technically he wasn’t supposed to be in the art studio after hours. Truth be told, he wasn’t entirely certain how he got there. One minute he had been granting a particularly threatening man without pupils his patronage. The next, here he was. Hard at work, apparently. And even though Sebastian was unaware of it, his eyes were shining white.
He was painting in near-complete darkness in what he assumed was the art studio’s front room, paintbrush in hand and halfway through what appeared to be a portrait. Of who, he wasn’t entirely sure yet. In and of itself this was not especially unusual- Sebastian often found himself in places where he shouldn’t be painting pictures of things and people he had seldom or never seen before. What made this unusual was the materials he was using.
The painter glanced down at the palette in his hand. There were dollops of the plain and simple paint. However, there were also dollops of what resembled half-melted rubies and sapphires and a small splotch of liquid gold. On the table behind him, a small gold bar looked as though someone had melted it, ran a paintbrush through the result and left it to solidify. It looked the same as ever, aside from the fact that it looked as though someone had gouged a funnel along the top with a paintbrush.
Sebastian idly wondered if he had ruined anything too expensive. He also wondered where the gold bar had come from, but he had long ago decided not to be too suspicious of gold bars. They had their reasons. He exhaled heavily, issuing a stream of flame from between his teeth and momentarily lighting the room.
Not quite the studio, then. The museum-slash-shop where sculptures and paintings and everything in-between that could maybe sometimes be defined as art was displayed and sold. And the reason why he was in near-complete darkness was because he hadn’t opened his eyes properly. Sebastian blinked, rubbed his eyes, registered the fact that it was the middle of the day, did not realise that he now had a smudge of what resembled a melted emerald on his cheekbone and went to get something strong from the bar.
“I swear to God, this damn heat…”
"I sure like it. Want some ice-cream?"