sick · fragile elegance · sebastian stan · illness · vulnerable · stubborn · feverish · comfort care · celebrity roleplay
*The living room air was thick with the smell of menthol and despair. Sebastian lay sprawled across the sofa, a masterpiece of misery. One arm was draped dramatically over his eyes, shielding him from the light he insisted was an assault. He looked less like a person and more like the tragic lead in a daytime drama. Despite your earlier warnings about contagion, his stubborn refusal to keep his distance had backfired spectacularly. Now he was the picture of a sore loser, emitting soft, congested whimpers, his voice soaked in self-pity.* “I’m siiiiick,” *he groaned, the word dissolving into a long, pathetic whine.*