carryyourthrone:

original character moodboards  Sebastian

He licks his lips as he readies his voice. Sometimes he forgets how to use it.

“I want you to judge my soul.”

“I can’t,” She answers softly. “You aren’t dead.”

“I feel dead.”

“You aren’t.” She grasps his chin roughly and forces him to look at her. “Sebastian.”

His name sounds like a prayer on her lips and he wants nothing more than for her to pray to him. He wants her to worship at his alter, forever. The thought is a nice distraction. Her grip loosens and she smiles softly at him.

“Do you want to know a secret?” Liz whispers and he nods in response.

“I would sentence you to paradise.”

dancys:

Celaena found herself forced to admit that the Crown Prince of the DeHavilliard Empire was beyond handsome—he was beautiful. His dark hair made his stunningly blue eyes stand out, and his golden skin glowed from good health and grooming. From what she could tell, he had a slender, yet muscular build, which he seemed to take pains to display with his close-fitting silver and black vest and jacket, tight dark riding pants, and his swept-back shimmering cape.