Demonology & Heartache [Lysander]

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

I swear to you on everything I am.
And I dedicate to you, all that I have.
And I promise you that I will stand right by your side;
forever and always until the day I die.

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It was dark as Sebastiania walked out of the Entrance Hall to the grounds. It was almost too dark to see where she was going. Luckily she had her wand to light her way to the Enchanted Garden. Her best friend [and crush] had came back. She had told him to meet her at the bench in the Enchanted Garden.

Lysander hadn't been the only one gone from the school. Sebastiania herself had left the school to go back home for a while. Her parents had missed her deeply and wanted her to come home to see them. Seeing as Lysander had left first she thought it was okay to just go. Again he hadn't told her that he was leaving. But this time it was okay and she wasn't angry.

Earlier, in the common room, Sebastiania had read Lysander's note over and over. Something was up and she didn't know what. His letter seemed a bit...melancholy. More melancholier than Lysander acting normal. What was going on? Would he tell her tonight? It was none of her business and she would be their for her friend.

On November fifteenth Lysander's birthday had finally came. At home Sebastiania had bought him two pastel sets. One full of dark depressing colors while the other ones were light and very bright. They were in her mailbag that she had carried with her. Sebastiania had thought of getting him some canvases for him at Christmas.

During her time at home all Sebastiania's mom did was ask her questions. Soon Mrs. Bouvier caught on that her daughter was only hanging out with one boy. She asked her daughter if that was her boyfriend. Then her father and brother had to jump into the conversation at that moment and time and began questioning her too. It all ended up Sebastiania blushing deeply and denying it. Lysander wasn't her boyfriend and would never be.

Using her wand to light up her way she walked into the Enchanted Garden. It was so dark out and she hoped that Lysander and her wouldn't get caught being outside. What if they got detention? How would her parents get it if she got detention? Probably would laugh at her; she knew Daniel would laugh at her.

The bench was easily spotted and she sat down. Looking around she noticed this was the place where Lysander and her had first met. Her eyes spotted where they had first began talking. A smile came upon her lips as she thought about the memory. She had tripped over some shrubs and said she killed some. Lysander had been humorous to her then she had sat next to him. Then he asked her to sit still. To find out he was drawing her.

Sebastiania put the mailbag full of his presents beside her and put up her hair. Her hair was back being brown and would forever remain brown till the end of her days. Lysander seemed picky on her hair as she had began not caring about his hair. Funny how that worked out.

I wonder if Lysander got a haircut. I highly doubt it. I just hope he doesn't let it grow out too much longer. I don't think I would be able to stand it then.

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Thinking of his hair and his eyes and Lysander in particularly she began playing with the tips of her hair. She moved her feet underneath the bench back and forth. Hopefully Sander would come soon.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[lys]

I know some things that you don’t,
I’ve done things that you won’t.
There’s nothing like a trail of blood,
to find your way back home.

Today. Today he was going off to meet one of the only people he trusted, dear miss Sebastiania Mariah Bouvier and he didn't even feel up to it. To tell the truth, he actually felt quite down in the dumps. His eyes were bloodshot, dark circles were visible beneath his eyes, and he even appeared paler than usual. Tch. Even his hair had taken on more of an untamed look with his neglect when it came to brushing. Though this was, yet another time, that he felt thankful for his longer banes. They hid most of the signs his body threatened to show. He almost pleased him in a way that he could still hide something.

Yet at the very same time he found himself dearly upset with the revelation. If he cared so bloody much about that one girl and trusted her so bloody much, then why couldn't he tell her what was wrong? In a way, it wouldn't even matter if he told her why he had disappeared all of those times before. It was highly unlikely he would continue to do it again unless he purposefully avoided her. He couldn't picture himself doing that. So that certainly wasn't a plan that would be put into action anytime in the near future.

A slight growl rumbled in his chest but he just brushed it off with a frown. This was annoying. Depressing. Troublesome. And left him with a total sense of helplessness. How could it not? Another growl came about, this time scaring off a small first year Hufflepuff. While he usually wasn't one to take pleasure in other peoples fright, the reaction lightened his mood considerably... for a few moments. Then it was back down in that crappy hole we call a heart. And he could almost swear, actually he did, that while with his mother he had picked up quite a few British terms of which he hadn't ever used. Father never did stick well with mother's British side. He had a whole bloody list of them cooped up in his head by this time.

Didn't help that said words brought out the more British side of him... and his poor, abused accent. Tch. Poor thing. Another frown and a quick shake of his head had him trying to think of more useful things rather then the origins of his accent and what words he had re-learned from the people laboring about. In the end, his mind slowly returned to the hospital. Certainly no cheery thoughts were to come of it. Though there was that one daft bint... Bloody idiot that one. Entirely clueless about what to do when... The frown returned full force and his fingers curled inward. Perhaps I should head back to the dorms. And he nearly did, if it wasn't for the fact that he owed her this. Also, though he didn't intend to voice it, he did miss her while he was away. It just became more prominent after mother... passed is all.

Such a pansy I am. Hn. It almost surprised Sinclair to find himself standing at the Enchanted Gardens, feet planted on one of the paths that ran through the room. Carefully, slowly he made his way further within, dreading yet anticipating the moment he would see her again. At least there was one person whom he always knew he could find. Perhaps not always in the best circumstances but to tell the truth, he would allow her to yell at him all she bloody well wanted. Hit him even. And why? Because he actually gave a crap about this relationship-thing they were constantly in. Though to him it felt like on of those never-ending loops. Just the constant: leave without a word, return, be disappointed in by her, perhaps be yelled at and/or hit, and end it all with a hug. That truly did sound like their last few encounters.

They all ended with him holding her, and it was a comforting thing.

Besides all that, he trusted her not to push him to answer things he did not wish to. He would tell her everything, in his own time. So long as she was willing to wait. A sigh escaped him as he paused and allowed himself to take a slight breath. Only a slight nudge on his side reminded him of what he had brought. While it had been his birthday, he felt he needed to give her something merely because she put up with him and had yet to abandon him. Truthfully, he found himself thinking she would. He doubted he would be any more fun to be around what with how he was wallowing in his own self-pity and depression. Ha! Showed how much of a man he was.

By this time, dark green hues had already adjusted to the slowly pressing darkness and it didn't take him too long to find the bench of which she sat. But at the same time, it felt like it took much too long to reach it. The thing that stood out to him most was the mailbag at her side but he made no mention of it, shifting his own beige-tan drawing bag of which held his own present for her. She just wouldn't know it until he gave it to her. Carrying a bag around daily had its good points. Such as making sure people weren't suspicious of what one carried. Lysander carefully sat down on the other side of her, head bowed only slightly.

"Hey..."

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

Use me as you will.
Pull my strings just for a thrill.
And I know I'll be okay,
though my skies are turning gray.

I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all.
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

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Sebastiania hoped she didn't have to wait long for Lysander to show up. She was beginning to think he wasn't going to show at all. Would he ever ditch her? To her it seemed upserd that he would do such a thing to her. But the chances were great that very well one day he would ditch her.

The Gryffindor also hoped that her friend new that she wasn't mad at him in the slightest. They had both gone without telling each other. Lysander's great disappearing acts were things Sebastiania was becoming accustomed to. It was none of her business at all so she would never press the matter. If Lysander wanted to tell her anything he could tell her. Hopefully he knew that.

About to get up from the bench to go inside Lysander appeared from the darkness it seemed. She was quite happy to see her friend finally after so long and happy that he didn't cut his hair. Sebastiania had thought about that once or twice; what if Lysander did cut his hair one day? It wouldn't look right since she wouldn't be used to his hair being so short.

"Hey..."

Sebastiania smiled and put her arms around Lysander's neck to give him a hug. "Hi," she said and let him go. "How are you doing?" Between the darkness and Lysander's almost shoulder length hair she wasn't able to see that his eyes were bloodshot nor his expression on his pale face. If she had seen what his face and complexion looked like she would probably start freaking out and beg for an explination. "I missed you," she said blushing a bit. Luckly it was dark and he couldn't see that she was.

She picked up her mail bag and opened it. Sebastiania pulled out two wrapped presents. One wrapping paper was black with silver string and the other was silver with black string. She turned to sit Indian Style on the bench and to sit horizontaly. "Happy late birthday," she smiled a bit plopping the presents on his lap. Hopefully he wouldn't make a fuss over it and say that she shouldn't have gotten him them. The Gryffindor hardly noticed his mailbag.

"Oh and if you want dear Deme he's in the common room. I can get him and bring him to you whenever you want." She sat with her hands in her lap waiting for him to open his presents. Sebastiania didn't want him to complain about them. It would hurt a lot. Maybe he would like them. What if he didn't like pastels? A frown came on her face. Then I'll just take them back and get a canvas and a paint set or something.

The almost seventeen year old didn't think about the Prefects or a professor patrolling the Enchanted Garden. Oh well, if they got detention then at least she would be in detention with someone she liked. Seb took a deep breath and looked around the dark garden.[/size][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[lys]

Well the needle and the spoon,
The bottle and the pills,
Ain't gonna make you feel alright.

The hugs no longer phased him though he almost turned away at her next question. Even he wasn't sure of the answer to that. Just how was he doing? To tell the truth, he didn't quite know how to answer her without alerting her to his current state of emotional and physical change. The only comfort in that was he had yet to cry. He didn't intend to. He hated tears... They showed he'd given in to his emotions more then he should, more then he already had. Those thoughts disturbed him to a point. Mother had cried too...

"I'm fine." He swallowed his guilt. And I... missed you too."

A slow blink came about when the two packages landed in his lap though his eyes softened slightly. He didn't need a present... or two, for that matter. Carefully he set about unwrapping them. Ripping the paper wasn't something he wanted to do right now. While it was dark, he was still able to make out what was in the box, his fingers drifting over them. A pastel set - some of the darker colors. A small smile lifted his lips as he placed it beside him and moved on to the next. Another pastel set - brighter colors this time. The smile grew just slightly as he placed it next to the other one.

"Thank you..."

Lysander's finger twitched as he opened his trusty bag and pulled out a longer object. It was actually the size of one of his draw-sketch papers from one of the many he owned. A slight shift and he held it out to her, wrappied in beige paper. It was a painting... of Sebastiania and little Demetrius playing in a field. He had only as a last thought added himself into the background, leaning against an old oak tree. Demetrius was trying to catch a butterfly... Sebastiania was laughing...

For now, he would try to forget about his mother's passing, if only for a while. And perhaps he would go and fetch Demetrius, if for nothing more then to have some sort of company when he wasn't around her. A company he didn't have to keep secrets from... The feline would never tell. He took a breath and closed his eyes momentarily, just listening - not really paying attention to anything around him. Hopefully, she would like his present. It was the only thing he could think of to get her that he enjoyed as well. While that did sound a bit selfish when he thought about it, he also figured it would mean more to present her with something he did rather then something he bought.

Didn't that make it from the heart? Hn. He wasn't so sure anymore. Perhaps, in a way, it did. Usually nothing he ever did was colored, but just this once, he wanted to give her something with color. Something "pretty". Something that included the three of them, though his first thought was to keep himself out of the picture anyhow... But... Truly, he just hoped she liked it... Nothing more, nothing less. To know that would prove to be enough for him.

I probably should take Demetrius with me... Just for a little while... Company...

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

I unlit the light to embrace the dark to be near
but not to turn into you my darling.
Forever we're lost in our souls' storm.
Reflections of each other's faults.

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Sebastiania smiled as Lysander opened his presents. She wondered what he would make of them. Hopefully he liked the pastels. Sebastiania liked them but she heard they were messy things and she hated to be dirty.

Lysander finished opening the first one. Even in the dark she could see his smile. Yay he liked it! Now she was confident that he would like the other present; the bright colors. Sebastiania waited anxiously as he began to open that present next. Lysander smiled more and she was happy.

"Thank you...""

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like them. I figured after a while you would get sick of water colors," she said as he began to pull out something from his mail bag. Her head tilted in confusion till he handed it to her. Sebastiania took the bag and turned it all around. Then she shook it a big. Nothing moved. Her lips moved to one side of her face as she tried to figure out what it is.

Sebastiania began slowly unwrapping the paper. She was never one to just rip off the paper. The Gryffindor finished opening it and turned it around. It was a picture. Sebastiania looked the picture up and down as she recognized the people. Lysander, her, and Demetrius. She gasped and put her arms around Lysander. Seb gave him a tight squeeze and kissed his cheek.

"It's so pretty. I love it! Did you sign it? I'm going to have to look for a frame the next time I'm in Hogsmeade. It has all of us in it." She was quite excited over the simple piece of paper. It was a drawing of all things. But it was something he drew himself. Sebastiania gave him another kiss on the cheeck and let him go.

If Lysander hadn't been in the picture she wouldn't know what to make of it. She would have been sad. But he didn't leave himself out. "I love it Lysander. Gorgeous much. Where am I going to put it so it doesn't get messed up at all?" Sebastiania didn't trust her mail bag enough to put it in there for safe keeping.

[lys]

I don't wanna live like my mother,
I don't wanna let fear rule my life.
And I don't wanna live like my father,
I don't wanna give up before I die.

Perhaps one day I would get sick of them... Pastels would take over then, no?

The smile, still present on his lips, grew in the slightest when her head tilted to the side, confused. An unexpected present on his part. His bloodshot eyes took on a slightly brighter shade when she shook the present, like a small child hoping they could decipher what was inside even before they opened it. He clasped his hands together beneath his chin, watching through hooded eyes as she finally began to unwrap the package. The silence pressed on for moments longer and he lowered his hands, straightening slightly as though preparing for the hug that was to come.

When she actually gave it, he returned it though still made sure his eyes remained covered. As dark as it was, he doubted she wouldn't be able to catch sight of them at such a close distance. That was what worried him, however that wasn't to say he was against receiving the hug. Absentmindedly he nodded to her questioning the signing. It was in the left corner, not very large though. He always had found it somewhat annoying to sign his name due to the slight flaw it added to the picture, in his eyes.

After the second kiss, he allowed her to slide away from him, his hands falling to rest in his lap. The slight smile, having momentarily disappeared, returned when she spoke up again. He truly hadn't a clue as to where she could put it, wherever she chose would be perfectly fine with him. As long as she liked it, he was pleased with his efforts. Now you just have to fine the time to tell her what has been wrong with you all this time. He scoffed mentally, brushing the thought aside for the time being. Later, he promised, later.

"Sebastiania... What did you do, while I was away that is?"

[Sorry for the shortness. I blanked after the first three paragraphs.]

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

And you're in my heart my darling.
The closer I get, the more you're out of love.
Don't you feel it?
The colder your touch the more it turns me on.
And the faster beats my heart. And baby more I love you.

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She, in the end, decided to hold the picture till she could think of somewhere to put it. There was no way she was going to have this picture bend in any shape, way, or form. Sebastiania looked down at it and couldn't help but smile. Sometimes she wished she could draw like Lysander and draw him pretty pictures. But her drawing techniques were terrible. There was no chance she would even try, she couldn't even draw a straight line with a ruler.

Lysander asked her what did she do while he was away. She put her head against his shoulder and put the picture in her lap while still holding it. "I went home. Mom and Dad said they wanted to see me since they haven't seen me forever. I talked to Danny the whole time mostly. Mom and him made fun of me. Dad thought I was hilarious dressing the way I do."

There was no need to ask Lysander to ask what he did while he was away; he would never tell. Sebastiania closed her eyes for a bit then opened them again. "It was real dull and boring. I was ready to come by here by the third day." She looked down at the picture again. I wonder where I'm going to put this once it's in a frame. I dunno how to put the picture on the wall. No nails go through that cement. I guess I can still get a frame then put it on the dresser.

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Sebastiania put her arms around Lysander's waist and gave him a hug. "I really do love the present. It's original." She gave him another small tight squeeze and let him go. Seb didn't even know if he liked her hugs or not. "I remember when you used to flinch every time I hugged you or touched your hair." She looked up and moved his hair out of his face.

Worriness soon took her over as she looked up at his eyes. They were bloodshot like he hadn't sleep and cried for days. She put his face into her hands. "Lysander! Tell me what has happened. Is everything okay? Don't you dare lie to me. Do and see what happens," she threatened him.

Her mind began racing. What if something really bad happened? What if he was going to leave school forever? Did his parents know about this? What was happening?

"Please tell me," she pleaded moving more of his hair out of his face.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[lys]

So take what you’ve learned,
And lay back and close your eyes.
Pretend that there’s an answer,
And that everything is alright.

That small smile took over again as she spoke of her family. At least she had done something even remotely fun while he was away. Her family... Perhaps, one day, he would be able to meet them. Certainly that would be more fulfilling then visiting his own family... Father... Or perhaps they wouldn't like the little, well not so little, depressed boy that hung around their daughter. And Danny- was that her brother? He shifted, a hand drifting up to his hair and just resting there, waiting.

His head shook slightly when she mentioned it being dull and boring. Perhaps it was, but what about when it's gone...? He, for one, never really thought anyone in her family could be "dull and boring" with the way her personality was shaped. It just didn't think of it to be very possible, in its own little way. He sighed, his eyes sliding shut for a moment in time in the following silence. The hug, sudden as it was, startled him slightly but he soon relaxed. It seemed as though he was receiving a multitude of hugs today. Aren't I special. Sarcasm.

But her following words had him smiling slightly again, however he wasn't prepared for her following action. His eyes snapped open just as she brushed his banes to the side and he just stared for a moment. He listened to her worry, ask questions- plead. Yet in the end, he grasped both her wrists in his hands and moved them to her own lap, backing away as he did so. He stood up and took three steps back, just staring at her, unsure.
Was he ready to tell her yet? He bit his tongue, fingers curling into fists. Was he?

You have to tell her some time.
Tell her now.
She deserves to know.
It's a chance.
She cares.

With that, Lysander steeled his resolve and looked away, staring off into the other darkened parts of the room. He didn't feel ready, but he would tell her, and he wouldn't break. Later, much later, he could break. Somewhere he knew others wouldn't likely be present. But now, he couldn't break. Not in the presence of another person, no matter how much she cared. Not matter how much he cared. She shouldn't have to see it.

Gradually his feet slid across the pathway he had strayed from, bringing himself closer to her. When he finally reached the bench once again, he didn't know whether to sit or grab his things and run. But that would be the cowards way out, wouldn't it? I am a coward. It was a mere passing thought but it meant everything. It didn't matter if he took the cowards way out- he already was one. Wouldn't she expect his cowardice by now?

Sinclair lowered his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. To talk or not to talk? He didn't know anymore. Why did she have to do that? She couldn't have... just hugged him again? Oh no, of course not. That would be much too lucky for him. And luck was never on his side. That had been proved time and again. He growled quietly under his breath. "Mother died." Quick and to the point; like ripping off a band-aid.

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

I curse the day my dream became my descent.
Suddenly I long for you, my only love.

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Sebastiania fought back tears as Lysander pushed her away. She didn't want to be pushed away from him. He just put your hands in your lap. Calm down Sebastiania. Calm down now. You're being overly dramatic. Lysander got up and walked a few feet from her. Don't leave me. Please.

Her blue eyes watched him as he stood where he was. Please don't leave. Tell me what's wrong. Please.

[/color] Sebastiania waited for him to walk away and not say anything. It sounded like something he would do. Stop thinking that. He wouldn't do that to you.[/color] Sebastiania was pleased when he walked back to the bench.

She watched as his hands went into his pockets. Tell me what's wrong so I can help.[/color] Her eyes went wide as he told her what had been the problem. Sebastiania looked up at him wanting to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay. But she feared he would push her away again and leave. She bit down on her lip and moved her arms around herself to keep from wanting to hug him.

"I'm sorry. That's terrible." Blue eyes continued to stare at him hoping he would sit back down again and hug her and tell her he was okay. But he wasn't okay. His mom died. She wondered how long this had been going on. I wonder how long she had been ill.[/color] Sebastiania knew she would never ask since it wasn't something she really wanted to talk about.

Against her decision she got up and put her arms around his waist. Giving him a small tight squeeze she put her head against his shoulder. She wasn't going to let him go till he hugged her back and reassured her everything was going to be okay. Sebastiania would take care of him. Please don't leave the school. I might never see you again.[/color]

"I have you. I'm not going to let you go." Sebastiania found herself crying a bit. She hoped that he wouldn't notice but it wouldn't be unnoticed since his sleeve was starting to become wet. I'm crying and I didn't even know her. I didn't have to know her. I can see how it's been eating him up.[/color]
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[lys]

In the pretend world,
We gaze into empty eyes.
We have to amuse ourselves,
With adultery tales and white lines.

Retreat you bleedin' git, his mind told him. Not that he listened. Looking up wasn't an option. The pity- he didn't want to see it. The sadness- he didn't want to see it. He didn't want to see any of it. She got her answer, so would she leave? Or would she stay? There was no longer a reason to stay with him in the state he was in. Who would want to hang around a depressed little boy who couldn't banish his fears? His fingers curled tighter as though attempting to pierce the skin. I should have kept my mouth shut.

His teeth grit as he slammed his eyes shut. They snapped open when she spoke her apology, however the momentary state soon ended as he glared darkly at the ground. She had nothing to be sorry for. She shouldn't be apologizing. It wasn't her fault. It just sounded wrong for her to apologize for something that was way out of her control- for the death of someone she didn't even know. Just...

The sudden touch nearly had him reeling back again. But, to all points, it was something he should have expected. Should have, but didn't. After all the times she had hugged him meaninglessly before, why not when it would mean something to him? If anything, that made it all the more reason, didn't it? He sighed and leaned into her slightly, figuring there was no point in pushing her away. All it would suffice to do is hurt her. Her words caused him to lean into her a bit more.

I suppose... I do have someone who cares... At least, for a while... He inhaled, held his breath for a moment, exhaled. Lysander rested his head on her hair, eyes returning to their previous closed state as his body relaxed, becoming relieved of the tension he had built up. When liquid started to sink into his clothing, his eyes slitted open. She was crying... He shifted, pulling his hands from his pocket and wrapping his arms around her, attempting to comfort her as well. Everything will be okay. I promise. Even though it was made in silence, he swore he would keep it.

"Don't worry."

Sinclair's voice was low, and fill with what he hoped to be reassurance. It wouldn't mean anything otherwise. He held her a bit tighter, shutting his eyes fully once again. There was silence for a moment before he broke it with a whisper of, "Thank you." However the serene moment didn't last for a second later his eyes snapped open as he recalled one important detail. Mother was pregnant. It was a staggering thought and caused him to cling tighter to his dear friend, afraid to let go, she being his only link to reality for the time.

He didn't know whether to cry or be angry. Either way, he just realized something. They couldn't save mother or her. He was supposed to have a little sister and she would have been his very first sibling. And he'd forgotten all about it. In the end, I'm a damn failure.

[Professor Sebastiania Bouvier]

Crawl down dead lovers’ lane.
The maze of memories stained.
And suck the blood right out of my heart.
Scream out loves’ name in vain.
Embrace the pain again.
And lose yourself alone in the dark.
On dead lovers’ lane.

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She clinged onto him like he was going to fade away into the black any minute. Sebastiania could hear a sigh come from her friend. Maybe I shouldn't have hugged him. I honestly don't think he likes being hugged, let alone touched.

[/color] But she couldn't find herself to let him go. Afraid that he would fade away.

Sebastiania was quite suprised when she felt arms around her. She wiped her eyes on his shirt and stopped crying. Clinging to him she looked up for a bit to see if he was truely okay. Lysander seemed fine for now. A little ghostly but that wasn't something too new to her. Seb put her head back near his shoulder and continued to hold him.

"Don't worry."

A small scoff came from her throat. How could she not worry about him? He was all she had left here, besides Demetrius. She wondered if Deme could pick up on Lysander's feelings. Worrying wasn't something that would be constantly on her mind from now on. She had to make sure he was alright. "I'll try but don't quote me on it." Sebastiania didn't dare say 'promise' since she knew she would keep all her promises to him.

Sebastiania received a 'Thank you' and she smiled a bit. "That's what friends are for Lysander. That's what they do, help each other out." She held him tighter as he held her. We never seem to do this when we're happy; only when we are sad.[/color] This put a small frown on her face but her expression changed since she had to be happy for him. She had to put a smile on, a mask.

She could feel Lysander nearly squeeze the breath out of her as his grip tightened. Knowing him well she knew something more was on his mind but she dare not ask him. Not now anyway. Sebastiania would let him talk when he pleased and only on what he wanted to talk about. She tightened her grip on him a bit so he knew that she wasn't going to let him go anytime soon.

"I've got you. I've got you," she repeated. Sebastiania got her hand and began playing with his hair. She had to be a support and didn't mind. Lysander needed someone to talk to or rather just someone to hold on to. "I won't let anything happen anymore," she promised. It wasn't something that she could necessarily keep but she would try.[/size][/font][/blockquote]