it's not your perfect fairytale, sebastian/eileen
It's not your perfect fairytale.
Sebastian/Eileen
... I disclaim. Oh lmaooo I can't believe I'm basing this off two teachers at school; if they ever find out I'm screwed orz. They, in no way, belong to me. For ruo_qi because she ships Seleen. Apparently. .____. Written in 2nd person because idk, it flows better that way? I have too much time on my hands.
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He looks at you with something akin to fire in his eyes, barely a quirk to the way his lips lift at the sides. You feel the stares of the students around you, some whispering and glancing at you through slanted gazes, others simply looking, unabashed. You shift awkwardly on the canteen bench, smoothing out your skirt and checking the clock to keep time. Your next class is in fifteen minutes.
You see him duck his head towards his food to hide his grin.
Rumours work like magic. Just one solitary slip of a sentence can send people into a frenzy; send knowing looks in your direction, giggles. Students, especially, have the knack of overdramatising everything, from the way you pronounce your 'dr's (which has always come out as 'dhr' no matter how many times you try repeating yourself - you give up in the end) to the way he pronounces his 'v's. They say it's more than a little coincidental that Sebastian has taken a liking to repeating the phrase 'Science and Mathematics are married!', which, in your opinion makes a whole lot of sense but in the students' views means something else entirely.
You think it's all very stupid because in no way have the both of you been acting out of sorts lately.
Sebastian rises from the table, sneaking a wipe of his sleeve on the edge of his lips to rid the sauce from his mouth. "I'm getting something to drink," he announces vaguely and walks off in the general direction of the drinks store. You remain seated, perched somewhat stiffly on the bench and mulling over the dangers of starting a relationship with another teacher. When Sebastian comes back, he has two cups of iced coffee and a straw in his hands.
"Here." He passes a cup of coffee to you, even though you don't recall asking for it, and places a straw inside. "I know how much you hate drinking from the cup."
You feel your hands tighten on the hem of your skirt and, glancing surreptitiously around, you're glad when this little exchange doesn't seem to have awakened any new murmurings in the small, albeit loud, huddles of students strolling past. Thanking him, you dispel any thoughts of breaking this little secret the both of you share, and you take the cup in your hands.
He smiles at you again and nudges your foot gently beneath the table.
It'll be alright.
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Sebastian/Eileen
... I disclaim. Oh lmaooo I can't believe I'm basing this off two teachers at school; if they ever find out I'm screwed orz. They, in no way, belong to me. For ruo_qi because she ships Seleen. Apparently. .____. Written in 2nd person because idk, it flows better that way? I have too much time on my hands.
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He looks at you with something akin to fire in his eyes, barely a quirk to the way his lips lift at the sides. You feel the stares of the students around you, some whispering and glancing at you through slanted gazes, others simply looking, unabashed. You shift awkwardly on the canteen bench, smoothing out your skirt and checking the clock to keep time. Your next class is in fifteen minutes.
You see him duck his head towards his food to hide his grin.
Rumours work like magic. Just one solitary slip of a sentence can send people into a frenzy; send knowing looks in your direction, giggles. Students, especially, have the knack of overdramatising everything, from the way you pronounce your 'dr's (which has always come out as 'dhr' no matter how many times you try repeating yourself - you give up in the end) to the way he pronounces his 'v's. They say it's more than a little coincidental that Sebastian has taken a liking to repeating the phrase 'Science and Mathematics are married!', which, in your opinion makes a whole lot of sense but in the students' views means something else entirely.
You think it's all very stupid because in no way have the both of you been acting out of sorts lately.
Sebastian rises from the table, sneaking a wipe of his sleeve on the edge of his lips to rid the sauce from his mouth. "I'm getting something to drink," he announces vaguely and walks off in the general direction of the drinks store. You remain seated, perched somewhat stiffly on the bench and mulling over the dangers of starting a relationship with another teacher. When Sebastian comes back, he has two cups of iced coffee and a straw in his hands.
"Here." He passes a cup of coffee to you, even though you don't recall asking for it, and places a straw inside. "I know how much you hate drinking from the cup."
You feel your hands tighten on the hem of your skirt and, glancing surreptitiously around, you're glad when this little exchange doesn't seem to have awakened any new murmurings in the small, albeit loud, huddles of students strolling past. Thanking him, you dispel any thoughts of breaking this little secret the both of you share, and you take the cup in your hands.
He smiles at you again and nudges your foot gently beneath the table.
It'll be alright.
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