If Sebastian had some how became human against his will, how would he adapt?
This is a really interesting and inspiring question but I wasn’t sure how do you want me to answer to it so I wrote this little scenario (๑•́ω•̀๑)
Sebastian knew there was something
wrong before he even managed to open his eyes. He couldn’t recall the last time
he let himself drift into such a deep sleep, allowing the darkness to
completely devour him and his mind; surprisingly physical, chaining, paralyzing,
It seemed as if somebody put a
frosted glass in front of him, as if he was slowly losing his sight and it made
him wince uncontrollably. He was still in his bedroom, although it didn’t look
like it at all, laying on the bed which was now much more uncomfortable than he
remembered. Every single furniture and object around him was dull. He couldn’t see the edges and
details, he barely recognized his own tailcoat hanging on the chair and as much
as he didn’t want to admit it – the colours seemed to fade also. There was no
perfectly designed, tiny ornaments on the wardrobe, no threads of fabric on the
bedsheets, no particles of dust floating in the air, nothing. Only he, himself
and this weird painting in front of him, created by some lazy artist who didn’t
have enough time nor will to finish his work, leaving it as a bare draft,
slightly stroked with a brush touched by the diluted paint.
His head was held underwater. Sebastian
experienced similiar feeling while diving in the deep oceans, freezing waves
caressing his skin, scratchy sand under his feet and those sounds… Lullabies
of the sirens played in the distant, rush of the white foam above him, quiet
pulse of the living creatures nearby, all of it muffled by the water, this
invisible barrier so much alike the one which was now surrounding him. He
couldn’t hear his master wandering in the bedroom, nor any of the three
servants who were most likely destroying the mansion to the ashes right now,
not even the sweet songs of the birds outside, the wind, the trees.
He was tamed, completely and utterly
tamed, unable to feel any scent, not to mention the blissful feeling of human’s
soul around him. Everything was so silent, so plain, so dull it made him want to open his skull wide, to destroy what
was suffocating him and all his senses in this torture. In an attempt to stand
up, he let out a resigned sigh, his limbs so weak he wasn’t sure he could walk,
not to mention doing anything more. How ironic, if he was capable of putting
words together in a way humans do, calling things in a way more interesting way
than they truly are, he could say that something was trying to suck the life
out of him.
That he was dying.
The sudden realization caused his
heart to beat faster and that was the moment when Sebastian, for the first time
in a whole millennials, was scared. Never in his life he thought that the end
will be so easy for him, that he will disappear into universe as the smoke on
the fresh air and he didn’t want it to be this way. Loud thuds in his chest
were still as strong, however, warm blood flowing through his veins and even
though he couldn’t hear nor see it as before – the feeling itself was making
him feel more alive than ever before.
He was breathing. One deep inhale
after another and oh, the air never left so good inside his lungs. So
refreshing, as if everytime he did it, the life was growing inside once again.
Sebastian felt like the fire itself, the flame in his whole being burning only
when given an oxygen, shining brightly when he was present there, in this body
and fading slightly when the air escaped his lungs. And he wondered if that was
the flame he was previously able to sense from afar, the brightness of…