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.”

ALW!Erik: *twirls cape* let me show you my humble abode, my sweet *unravels millions of candles, showers her with expensive presents, shows her a michael angelo painting of her* all for you, my angel

Leroux!Erik:
*trips on boxes of presents* *slithers into a sea of flowers* *sweats and quivers* *wheezes nervously like a cat* *trying hard not to cry* hai