Sebastian and Grant|Invitation

"I didn't come here to argue. I came here to invite you to the wedding. No matter what Sora thinks or feels she's making a bad decision to not have her family there, she's making a big mistake."

He smiled taking a sip of his coffee then he sat back straightening the cufflinks on his designer suit. This being our first time meeting I was looking him over trying to see Sora in him, understand where she came from because the rest of her life was still a mystery to me. "That's what she does makes mistakes and expects someone to fix it for her. Has she told you anything about us?" Shaking my head I bit the inside of my jaw as he smiled and took another sip of his coffee then he picked up his phone scrolling on it until he got to what he needed, then he passed it to me across the table. "She has a family, one she decided to leave to try and save our schizophrenic mother." Controlling my disbelief was easy on the the outside, but on the inside my heart was constricted. Sora was pictured beside an older black man with glasses, he looked just like her, her father, next to her was another boy who was darker, then Grant was standing beside a woman who was fair skinned with long wavy dark brown hair, her mother. "She tell you about us at all, or did she tell you that we all died in some tragic incident. What was it this time? A house fire? Car crash? I'll give it to my kid sister she can't paint a story so well even she'll began to believe it."

Sora and Sebastian| Escalation

Background: Sora aka Sor and Sebastian aka Seb are characters that I created from the sci fi novel I'm working on. Currently Sebastian is a baby in that novel and Sora is yet to be introduced but sometimes you have the pieces before the whole, so this is one of those pieces that may or may not be used for a future novel.

Sora And Sebastian

Background: Sora aka Sor and Sebastian aka Seb are characters that I created from the sci fi novel I'm working on. Currently Sebastian is a baby in that novel and Sora is yet to be introduced but sometimes you have the pieces before the whole, so this is one of those pieces that may or may not be used for a future novel.

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I grow tired of having to share him with so many people. I understand that his position requires him to be needed by many, but I still find it hard to share him, not that he's mine. "Sora?" He was washing the dishes at the sink, the clutter of water and porcelain echoing against the metal sink. "Yeah?" "I was asking if you were good with going to my parents for dinner?"

It always' starts like this, voices turn into echoes, everything plays in fast-forward, and I can't slow my mind down. It feels like I've been dunked in ice cold water and held there, except I can breath, and there's this calm clarity that I get. "Sora, stay with me." I go by what people tell me happens. It's been described to me as being similar to a stroke, but I remember everything I see.  

"Yeah she's waking up now. Sora it's me, it's TJ." He can tell me who he is all he wants, but it's like I'm possessed, I don't remember anyone else except him, Seb. That's why his uncle TJ is here. For some reason I hate him in those brief waking moments, I'm filled with rage and it's all directed at him. "Relax Sora." I throw my right elbow back and hear a crunch and his uncle swears tossing me to the floor into a hold, I toss my head back and it's my own pain that brings me back to reality. 

TJ and I sit at the kitchen table his icepack against his left eye mine against the back of my head. Seb sits across the room at the island on a barstool his hands clasped in front of him. 

"I so sorry." TJ shakes is head and smirks. "It's fine Sora." He said removing the icepack from his lightly blackened eye, it was going to be fully healed within the hour, so would my injuries, the gift of being partially immortal. "I should be heading on home." TJ stood and so did I, "I'll walk you out." "Alright." He didn't decline my offer smiling, he knew I needed to get away from Seb who hadn't stopped staring me down since I came back around. 

"You're still doing the distance thing with him?" "The harder he holds on- - - ." "The further you'll run. Yeah I remember." He only remembers because he heard those same words first. He's the one who found me, and convinced me to get clean. TJ had saved my life and brought me to my death at the same time. "Go easy on my nephew Sor." He hugged me and kissed my head before getting in his car and driving down the driveway toward the gate. 

"Yeah I can come, just give me thirty minutes, bye." I overheard Seb on his phone as he came downstairs flipping his keyring around his finger. "What now?" I shouldn't have asked so annoyed, I understood his job, I know what is required and besides he doesn't belong to me in this arranged marriage thing we have. "Delia has a patient, she thinks- - ." Walking past him he stopped talking and this time he didn't even try to come after me. Good, he was learning to give me my space. I didn't care about those patients. Laying in my bed I cried because I was angry. I cried because I was falling for him, just like he and the rest of his family had said I would. When I walked away from him I had to fight against the force of him pulling on me to come back to him, it was getting tougher to do so, but I had succeeded this time.
The scent of death woke me from my sleep all the way down the hall in my room. Death has a scent to it that is deep, almost smokey, dirt like. And begrudgingly I find comfort in that scent. Coincidently Seb and I are the only one's who can stand it. His room is at the opposite end of the hall with six rooms in-between us I can feel him as if he's right beside me as I get closer to his room and go into his bathroom. 

The shower is running, he crouches, knees to chest still fully dressed, eyes open but glazed over. I take on my role as his wife in situations like this, because I have a small bit of soul left, what bit of humanity life and addiction didn't kill. I start with getting him to lower his legs out straight. I don't feel the scorching water after a couple of minutes, and I ignore his pleas to just leave him. I've grown used to him repeating this every time, because I know if I do what he ask's he'll beg for me to stay. 

Seb's the only one of his kind, a Revitalize (Re-vi-til-live), a healer, and my sulmate. "Rub my head please." His voice is hoarse at his request. His head in my lap as I lightly rake my fingers through his hair. He turns over, eyes closed an arm over my lap. "I love you Sora." I wonder what he was like as a child? Carefree? A beautiful bronze skinned boy with a scatter of freckles across his face smiling and laughing. I've been to his parents home, seen all the pictures of him on the walls with his brother and sisters smiling in them all. "I have to go to my room." "I know." He peers up at me from my lap through small slits, his green eyes cradling the sleep that has already claimed the rest of his body. "Thank you." I rise slowly supporting his head, placing it against his pillow. He gripped my hand firmly, holding me in place at his beside. "Mi Amor." His lips pressed against my knuckles and then he let me go rolling over and falling into his deep sleep. 

Sebastian and Sora

          Momma taught me never to cry. Tighten up. Be stone. Emotionless. Still. Reserved. Move with purpose. So I did. I live a rigid existence. A wretched life filled with many sorrows. And a namesake that embodies it all. Sora. No one ever get's it right. The pronunciation of my name isn't up for interpretation. It's pronounced, Sorrow and it's spelled as it is. "It's Sora." "That's what I said." Having grown so used to correcting people when it came to saying my name I just said it without listening to what he had said. Over the music stand I peered up at him staring right at me a slight smirk on his lips then he continued roll call.