all of the lights // sebastian c.

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The days were rather moderate in the Southern State, and such a vast difference from the temperatures of Aurora’s mother country were surprising to the Swedish girl. After all, whilst in New York attending Camp Half-Blood, the state’s weather conditions were carefully monitored by those who watched over the demigods, namely the wine god, Dionysus. Around camp there was the barrier, which also happened to shield the campers beneath from unsavory weather, the actual logistics of it Aurora hadn’t put much thought into. Not that she was not dense enough to understand, but that her mental capacity was used for other things that, you know, actually mattered. If it was in place and such a background force, she couldn’t have really put too much care into figuring the inner workings of such a thing. After all, most thing in the demigod were simply such a force such as magic. Questioning such a force she had no knowledge of would have been merely unavailing. Though a white winter was nice, seeing the ivory coating of snow over the buildings of a quaint Swedish city, these were the memories she remembered fondly of her childhood. Dragging her sister through the marketplace for the first and last time, trying to hide from the chauffeur that assailed the duo, hiding beneath an old merchant's table to chuckle at the confusion of their watchers, which made the reprimanding all so worthwhile.

A season such as this winter brought a pang of nostalgia to Aurora. Even at the mature age of twenty-two, she felt a sliver of homesickness fester in her being, as she longed for anything to cling too tight in a time of such unfamiliarity. Camp was easy to act as a clutch, such a routine with each day, it all fell into place, along with Aurora’s perfectly mapped schedule. She didn’t miss it much, but seeing such a large part of her lapped at with crimson flames did fester feelings of anger within her for the perpetrators. Such an atrocity, she couldn’t find it in herself to forgive the Romans for what happened. Instead of co-operate, she chose to leave. Negotiations would have been valueless.

The Swedish girl pulled the ends of her business style blazer over the base of the palm of her hand, pressing her hand against the warm cup of coffee sat at the table in front of her. With a small nod of acknowledgement to the classically dressed waiter who delivered the gourmet drink to her, Aurora sipped the bitter drink, not once taking the dark shades from her eyes. Pale blonde carefully cropped locks laid across her shoulders, following the movement from her head as she turned her head to observe her surroundings carefully. An upscale street of Atlanta brought her a different solace than that of her home, but it was one she had grown to be comfortable with. After all, the warm weather here was enough to be comfortable with. Aurora found it hard to not bite back a retort whenever someone complained about the modest temperatures… People were rather flimsy in the cold these days, weren’t they? Then again, Aurora knew cold all too well. Taking a sip of her coffee, she turned to notice someone else. His form was… vaguely familiar to Aurora. Had they talked before? Or was it merely a fragment of her imagination that she knew this person. It was such a blur to her there were few things she were even certain of in the first place.

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DREAM IS A KILLER

WHITE ROSES PAINTED RED

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[Sebastian Crane]

COLD AS ICE

that's how I treated you

Sebastian was freezing his ass. He wasn't accustomed to the winter time, as he'd mostly spent those dreadful seasonal moments in warmer waters during his travels. Back home winter was mostly rainy and the threat of snow was mostly a myth, like Sebastian's lineage. The son of Oceanus pondered on how he should have stayed in California with all the beaches, warm sea water, and bikini clad babes, but alas he had a life to return to.

From what he'd been told by Judas, as well as some passing rumors he'd heard, Camp Half-Blood was destroyed by Roman demigods - yeah, those existed - and that left him with a mystery that he was eager to solve. Who the hell had possession of his ship and where was it? The Queen Anne was his pride and joy, the only thing in this world that he truly loved more than himself, which was unsurprisingly hard to come by. The Queen Anne had once belonged to Blackbeard , an ancestor of his friend Baltazar Teach, and he wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of some stranger captaining it in his place. Way back when, so like a year ago, Sebastian had taken up residence in the Hermes cabin, where most unclaimed demigods spent their time, until he no longer felt comfortable staying there, namely because of his affections for one Kadence Lightwood. Since then he'd taken to sleeping on the beach or sometimes he'd just float on the water and let the gentle waves rock him to sleep, but once he'd gained possession of the Queen Anne that had all changed. It wasn't just his ship or the love of his life, it was his home and before he'd left for the underworld he'd had everything set up perfectly in a way that reminded him of his old life as well as his new life.

Sebastian took a break from his thoughts to look around, mostly in confusion because when he started his internal monologue he tended to wander aimlessly, taking a left here or a right there without any clue what direction he was truly heading for. Atlanta was an entirely different city, an unfamiliar city compared to the San Francisco that he had grown accustomed to and now he was hopelessly lost. Luckily enough he found himself in front of a cafe a little fancier than your generic Starbucks with a large window that seemed to serve a dual purpose as a mirror. He took the time to check himself out, flexing his muscles and admiring his new attire, as he was dressed in his fancy new "Batguy" t-shirt that he had stolen from a store called the "Hottest Topic," an Obey jacket that was buttoned to his chest, the hood pulled over his head which caused him to have to pull his snapback decorated with a pot leaf forward. His jeans were sagged slightly like the cool kids, enough to show the top part of his boxers but not enough to attract gay men in prison, hopefully. He looked damn good, if he did say so himself.

After that little moment of vanity he decided he could really use some coffee, black with no sugar or creamer, and ventured inside to order it with the little bit of money he had in his possession. The cashier obviously wasn't feeling his swag, her face contorted in a mask of disdain upon seeing him approach the counter, and in that moment Sebastian knew that he encountered a lesbian. Not in the mood for this bitch to kill his vibe, he took his coffee from her and muttered a word of thanks before going in searching of seating. Upon making it roughly two feet away from lesbian-cashier when familiar pale hair caught his eye about the same time she took notice of him. Bracing himself for the unbearable cold, Sebastian smirked his cocky smirk and departed the warmth of the cafe to approach her, sliding into the seat across from her. She was definitely familiar but he couldn't put a face to a name, and he sincerely hoped that she wasn't one of the many nameless one night stands he had. As he pretended not to freeze his ass off he gave her a charming smile before beginning to speak.

"Hello, love, I've seem to have misplaced my phone number, can I have yours?" He asked while taking a sip from his coffee to seem smooth, which resulted in him scalding his mouth. "Holy shit..." He wracked his brain for a way to keep his pick up lines flowing. "Are you my coffee? Because you're hot and I'd like to scald my mouth on you."

@aur - seven hundred and eighty - wtf seb

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Aurora couldn’t bring herself to be bothered by the frigid temperatures that surrounded her, as she put her porcelain white coffee cup to her lips, sipping daintily at the specialty coffee swirling in the dish in her grasp. From first glance, Aurora surely didn’t look the role of the typical Ares child, after all, most of her siblings were fighters, rogues, and other varieties of individuals who looked ready to takedown at so much as a side glance, stereotypes Aurora would rarely find herself able to fit with her long blonde hair, neatly and long manicured nails, and lavish tastes in couture. That wasn’t to say Aurora was weak-willed by any extent, she just considered herself a more cultured individual with refined tastes, such as the warm cup of coffee in her hands. The taste wasn’t bad, no, but she had paid a rather large sum of money for such a miniscule amount… The aesthetic experience of drinking from a dainty dish was pleasing to the Swede, but not enough to warrant the bill it would give her provided she ordered more… Surely this single cup would have been enough to sustain Aurora until she returned to the confines of the Greek Renegade camp to huddle around the coffee machine. Aurora parted her lips slightly to blow at her coffee, a wisp of vapor curling from the steaming mug in her grasp. It was a childhood trick, something that never ceased to amuse her. A sliver of her ‘rebellious’ persona retained with her from past her teenage years. Her mother was strict on behavior and general presentation of her two daughters, and while Aurora was young, there would have been no way she would have ever been around a cigarette, so the aesthetic of billowing Swedish air from her lips and piece of chalky candy was enough to amuse to the juvenile Daughter of Ares, although it was different from blowing steam off the top of her coffee. Looking back on it, it certainly was childish, but it still managed to amuse Aurora to this day. Compared to some of the living examples she had seen back at Camp Halfblood, her emo phase was incredibly mild. That, she could thank the gods for.

Faces and names seemed to click in her head at that moment. Aurora knew him, Sebastian Crane, back from Camp. Had he gotten hotter since the last time Aurora saw him? No, that wasn’t it. He looked… pretty much the exact same. Aurora wasn’t about to bother taking the time to ponder on that, seeing as it wasn’t anything that she really found fascinating. Just Seb, though she would have admitted, she was glad to at least have a vague idea on him and if he was alright, mostly because there were so many people from Camp she could not say the same thing about. That wasn’t to say Aurora was close with people, because she certainly was not. There were few she could even be bothered to tolerate in the first place, finding their presence to be irritating, as if it were a virus that needed to be eradicated.

“Because I’ve only heard that one seven times before”, Aurora replied, her tone less bitter and sarcastic than the one which she had typically carried, more reminiscent of the happier ambience she carried that reminded the Swedish girl of when she was younger. Teaching Aurora to lighten up was no easy task, it was all merely an issue of trying to rewrite all Aurora had known since she had exited the womb. Aurora Aldenberg was not much of a person for care or concern, there wasn’t much of herself that agreed with being sincere to others either, nor was she easily phased by people other than herself. Selfish? Perhaps, but it wasn’t as if any of this was about to change soon, or easily for that matter. It was easy to leave Aurora to her own ideals, a reality far from the imagination of herself at the pinnacle of the world. Best to leave the Ice Queen on her frozen throne, lest she fall off it one day. The war was the dose of reality that hit Aurora more than anything, and quelling the internal voice that insisted on vengeance against the Romans was no easy task.

Aurora rolled her eyes slightly, chuckling at Seb’s next comment, keeping her hands clutched around the coffee mug in her grasp, the warmth pulsating in her fingers. “Smooth. Same old Sebastian, aren’t you. Long time no see”, Aurora said, a small laugh escaping from her lips. It really had been a while since she’d even seen someone outside from those campers at the Greek Renegade camp. She hadn’t really known too much of Seb, seeing as him and Marshall didn’t get along well, though there were a few memories Aurora had of Seb back from Camp, before it ended up getting burnt by some Roman Heidi Klum. Damn Romans.

Sebastian Crane - 829 words - yo - xx

DREAM IS A KILLER

WHITE ROSES PAINTED RED

MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW