~Sebastien~
I let out a muffled yawn as I leaned back in my chair, returning the feather quill to its proper container of ink before paying knowledge to my surroundings once again. The short stack of precisely written letters laying on my oak desk.
The breeze through the cracked window was warm; the paling sun shining dusty rays into the room. I couldn't help but let myself drift back to a simpler time in my life.
Of course I hadn't always been the wandering creature or imprisoned butler...I was a child on a farm with parents...who because of my certain qualities treated me aloofly like an unwelcomed guest offering me only meals and a bed chamber.
I lived near a village that was naturally superstitious, the town of Bonnu, I'm sure few of heard of it just a little spec in the centre of France. But actually quite famous by its own accord; as a custom every october a witch craft festival was held, the Fete de la Sorcellerie.
My fasination with the dark arts was perked, I'm still absolutely convinced on the existence of fairies and apparently I was not such an unlucky creature afterall. It was a folktale that a raven feather would bring you good fortune in chance; so every year I plucked one of my feathers and wove it into my hair.
Every person wore costume and they seemed to decide that they did not care I was such a feathered beast. It was the one time during the year I felt accepted for what I was. Infact, maybe I became a little proud of it.
I entrenched myself into studies of myths and black magic, wolves, serpents, cats, crows, many animals that had a darkness cast upon them. I had a little hope that I may meet someone like me who deemed an unlucky fate.
But, I still think is it the utmost shame that many cannot differ between Crows and Ravens, even to this day it brings me insult. Even in french their names are the same besides Ravens having grande affited to their title. Unlike a crow, I was naturally drawn and wanted to be close to my family; but nothing is quite sadder than when a mother refuses to look at her child.
It was something I managed, I made friends with the animals on our farm; my favourite being the black cats that came and go as they pleased. I brought them a bowl of milk every morning and told them the stories I had read of the night before.
My childhood passed by quietly in this manner until one day at the age of 9 my father a man of seldom words and begrudging manners put me into his truck. We drove an entire day until I awoke to the view of crashing water into sand. My father looked only straight ahead...he gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles were pale.
Without a single word he exited the cabin and opened my door. I gingerly slid to the ground and landed awkwardly on the concrete. He ushered his hand for me to take; I hesitantly took it. Walking until we came to the edge of the tide waters. I looked out of the horizon, I had never seen the ocean before in my life. I smiled up at him in my excitement but stopped when I saw the hardened look on his face. With a pained huff, he kneeled down and placed his hands on my shoulders.
He spoke only this, "Sebastien, vous n'appartenez pas ici; je veux que tu ne regarde en arrière jamais." You do not belong here...I never want you to look back. It was the last he ever spoke to me as the groan of the engine trailed off into the distance returning to a home I could never go back to.
I watched the waves, daring to turn back but...I never had the courage to. I cried frustrated with my life torn apart, I began to hate, hate the parents who wouldn't accept me, the people who feared me, and every human I saw only in contempt.
ring. ring.
The sun lite sands dissolved as I came back, my warmly violet office was set back before me. I turned my attention to the vibrating candlestick the ringing of the bell summoning me to it.
I suppose I'll have to save the rest of that story for a later time.
I plucked the ear piece from it's handle and held it to my ear.
"Charbonneau Bookstore, Sebastien speaking." I said smoothly over the line.
"Hey Seb, I thought you said yesterday you were going to come over...River is demanding when you're coming." The voice whom I quickly placed chuckled.
I stole a quickly glance at the grandfather clock, "Forgive me, seems I dozed off a bit. I'll head out right away."
"And here I though gentleman were supposed to be punctual. Alright see you in a bit."
The line went dead and I returned the telephone to it's proper place and plucked my overcoat off the coat rack but I couldn't help but cast a satisfied glance to my personal bookcase, a black top hat sat with a dusty ribbon and faded card within the brim. A reminder of one's past and a rather sentimental piece at that.
With a hurried stride I descended the staircase into the store front cluttered with a dozen or so bookcases and a record player. To no surprise, there was not a single soul to do business but I payed it no mind as I locked the glass door behind me stepping out.
The walk was nothing notable until I spotted a pair of familiar faces. Putting on my best smile I wandered over, waving a hand lightly.
"Well hello, Ariel." I said spotting the two young women, "and Alissa." I quickly added. "What are you both up to today?"
Alissa sighed good-naturedly, "Not much, we're trying to think of something to do...maybe the beach or something." She gave a shrug to Ariel who turned her attention back to me.
"You know Sebastien perhaps you should join us, could be fun." She grinned.
I chuckled but waved a a hand, "Very tempting if I may say...perhaps later or another time, I have previous engagements to attend to first."
"Well alright, maybe another time. Bye!" Alissa waved as the two walked on once again.
Yes maybe another time, although...I have always hated the beach...
I laughed to myself shaking away my foul mood and continued on, soon coming within distance of my destination.
The white trim two story was nothing terribly intriguing nevertheless I stepped onto the porch pressing a diligent finger to the buzzer as I approached the doorway.
There was an immediately raising of voices from inside and footsteps. With the click of a lock the door swung open.
"Well, hey there!" I was immediately pulled inside and an arm thrown around my back, "I didn't think you would actually get here."
We walked into a sitting room, brightly decoraed and a shelf littered with CD's.
"Of course I am, Shadow." I turned my nose up at him. "I don't intentionally miss my appointments."
He laughed, a tad obnoxious as he had always been, "You call visiting your nephew an appointment?"
Speak of the devil here he came tearing into the living room as if on cue.
"Uncle Sebby! Uncle Sebby!" River, still a pup of the age of three, flung himself against my legs.
I gave Shadow a cross look. "Uncle Sebby?" Offering him a half-glare along with the question.
Shadow shrugged picking up the toddler, "Sorry he must have overheard me on the phone a few times..." Shadow smiled at River. I was pretty sure he had been teaching river to say that. They were two of a kind besides River had inherited a great deal of looks from his mother.
Speaking of which, "Shadow, where is you dear wife?"
"Ah excuse me." A light voice came from the stairs, the woman in question appeared dressed much more subtly in a white dress and sandles. Her cream chocolate hair down and tossed passed her shoulders. A tiny child in her arms.
I kissed her in polite greeting on both cheeks and to a selfish extent because I knew it ruffled Shadow a bit though not as bad as when I first met her. That cost me cheekbone.
"Vous êtes belle en tant que toujours," I smiled at the infant with her. "et t'es qui?" [You are as beautiful as always...and who is this(familiar)]
"Oh, c'est notre nouveau fils, Esme." She gave the child a motherly stare and looked back to me. "Tu as deux mois." [It is our new son, Esme...he has tow months (He is two months old)]
"Il est très mignon." I chuckled, "Il ressemble à son père." I noted the child's already thick blackened hair. [He is very cute...he resembles his father]
"Mama! Stop talking to Uncle Sebby saying those weird words." River stuggled impatiently in Shadows grasp reaching out to me.
"I'm sorry, your mother will teach you when you're older." I sighed lightly taking him in my arms, "Perhaps when your cousins get here we can read the new book I brought." I offered.
The child's eyes lit up immediately, "Yeah! I like when you make voices for the monsters...but I'm not scared!"
Of course I really had no relation to the family but Shadow has become a good friend of mine over the years since we made it to harmony while I've managed to stay on mutual terms with his brother although I still am very much grateful for the bet we made and how it twisted my fate.
Maybe I did fall down the rabbit hole after all~
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BAHAHA WAS THAT TORTUROUS!? PARAGRAPH AFTER PARAGRAPH OF MY TERIBLE WRITTING XD
Me: God you love hearing the sound of your own voice...
Sebastien: Well, you didn't have to be that long...
Me: Maybe you should just narrate from now on. -goes to die-
Realized I never gave Seb Man a real past so here is part of it :UU
HEYYYYY HITA I couldn't remember all of Ice's little'uns so just have them crash in or something :I
C.U.
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Alissa
Ariel
Shadow
Echo
River (Three Year Old Son)
Esme (Two month old son)
