Please, a pocket pilot of the most adorable WSO, Bob Floyd, I am pleading you to give me a little rosy cheeked and eye glass wearing lil drawing of my sweet baby boy
(Also, love your page and art and hope you’re having a great day :) )
In all seriousness, I love Seth cos he's just that little bastard on the playground who would take shots at others until his boss, the real bully, came around. He's a wet, pathetic failure.
&&&. “i am quite certain, matron, that i have entirely no idea to what you are referring.” precise movements, straightening his cuffs ; squaring his shoulders, are indicative of pride in those who know how to read them. what was unmistakable, and rare as a manticore, was the slight pulling at the corners of his lips. a smirk, deadly in what it knows, and soft only where she may see it.
&&&. of course he did know exactly what she was talking about. the young shop-keeper had been a former student. something severus had used to advantage when he decided the young man had been eyeing his...companion felt incorrect, for reasons he did not wish to abandon his amusement to analyze...his lyra with too much familiarity. of course the young mans infatuation could do no harm, but that hadn’t stopped severus from enjoying the spectacle of watching him nearly trip over his robes as the elder wizard had billowed into proximity as if carried upon the very winds of death. “i simply found my interest engaged by the displays over here, and approached them with due fervor.”