Official Facecast: Grant Gustin
Full Name: Sebastian Smythe
Goes By: Sebastian
Age in canon: 17/18
Age as of 2014: 20/21
From: Paris, France
School: Dalton Academy (2012)
Brothers: Reginald, Alphonse
Close Encounters of the Gay Bar Kind
Julian and Sebastian intended Paris to be a ‘wild romp’
Julian and Sebastian were partners in crime and wanted it to stay that way.
Julian and Sebastian broke things off as things changed and became different.
Sebastian drank with Julian as J could get them into anywhere.
Him and Julian got tipsy a few times.
Sebastian and Julian spent a lot of time together.
Sebastian and Julian can’t stand each other – as in they are bad influences on each other.
Sebastian and Julian made two deals – one was to never so much as kiss, and the other was if they didn’t meet at Du Galle then they’d never speak of it again.
Sebastian heard Julian sing “A Should Go” by Levi Kreis. They had been walking down a riverbank at night, heading towards a cathedral. Both boys were a little tipsy. J began to sing before making Seb sing as well so they sang “Art of Love” together. Julian mentioned the Warblers after that.
Sebastian and Julian kept in contact after Paris, mainly through text.
Sebastian and Julian spent several days in Paris – up to a week or so.
He began to watch Something Damaged after meeting Jules – he doesn’t think he relates to any of them.
He knows about Logan and Julian – their situation.
When he was drunk, he fell off a bridge but Jules rescued him.
He feels guilty for whatever happened in Paris.
*That* morning Sebastian had black coffee, two sugars. Julian had his usual tons of cream and sugar.
After Julian briefly sang I Should Go, they kept walking. It was the dawn of a Paris morning. The sky was beginning to light up and the two of them were walking. The music started playing out of someone's radio on an open window. And they looked up because the song was in English and they both knew it. And then they both sang to it, looking at each other. That was the first time they heard each other sing like that. And the two of them just laughed and grabbed each other's sleeves and ran off!
Sebastian still has Julian’s direct phone number. He’s always texted, but he’s never called. Same with Julian. I think it’s something about hearing the other speak.
Yes, he calls Julian kitten sometimes. It’s not very often when he does—only when he’s being playful. He calls him J on the other times.
Julian and Sebastian once stayed up so late that it was almost dawn. They were wrapped up in thick things and had cups of coffee, but they were sitting on a bench and they fell asleep that way until dawn.
When in Paris, Julian fell out of the boat and into the river, then Sebastian dove in after him wearing his best Gaultier. That's how they ended up in the room together, trying to dry off and get warm while watching a sappy black and white french movie.
When they text, there really is no conversation. The messages are intermittent, and declaratory, never needing an answer or reply. "It's too cold here for this time of the year." "I hate writing these stupid papers." "I nearly fell into the gutter. Always the sign of a great party." "Someone set loose a snake on campus. Another normal day, then." Those kinds of things. They don't reply. They honestly didn't expect replies. They just sent the messages.
They don't even talk with their voices to each other. Although then again, Sebastian hears Julian's voice through the TV and movies. Sebastian finds being able to hear his voice as a disadvantage to him. Especially lately...over the news...when the reporters said that he'd died in a fire. ...not really the kind of thing he was prepared for.
When Sebastian heard that Julian had died, he locked himself in the bathroom and began to shake. He didn't cry, just shake. When he managed to get the door open again, he stared at the tv trying to figure out what happened.
Sebby doesn't go out of his way to watch Julian's movies--like say maybe one was on TV, he'd watch it. Or maybe he comes up in TV, he'd watch it, but he wouldn't actively go looking.
Julian likes sweets, so him and Sebastian got chocolate fondue when they were at the resteraunt.
Sebastian and Julian got thrown out of the restaurant. "Horrible place" "They give you too many snails" "and then not let you throw the shells at each other" "we didn't even get white wine"
Sebastian did not eat macarons again after Julian left.
Sometimes, Julian would catch sight of a small silver eiffel replica in his room and stare a few seconds and then look away.
Julian really didn't like the cold. Sebastian would often glance at the sky to see if it would get cloudy, threatening rain or snow, and prepare to get coffee for them both to keep warm.
Julian learned that Sebastian did not like muffins and preferred croissants.
After the first kiss of fireworks, Julian and Sebastian both found it rather unsettling that the "fireworks" feeling kept happening. Which was really a bad thing because...the deal.
...on the night Julian and Sebastian decided to just jump each other - more or less, it just kind of escalated - it wasn't until between the third and fourth times that they, lying down on the plush carpet, shakily ask each other if they shouldn't talk about this. You know, just putting it out there, maybe they ought to to talk about this and they both agreed yeah, yeah, definitely they should. ...and then went at it again.
If Sebby had made it, Jules would've thrown himself in without hesitation.
In Paris, With Julian
The whole time in Paris, never once did they even say I love you or I want to be with you, or anything remotely close to standard romantic fare. Most of their time was just spent talking or walking or clubbing or drinking or random shenanigans.
But when they started to grow to feel that horrible thing that they called "hope" later on in that time they were lying on the sheets and talking, it was like it was pointless to say any of those things anyway. Even when they parted ways on the last day, they didn't say anything. But there was something there that felt like it said it for them.
Julian's Christmas Call
"Hey. Merry Christmas."
"Whuh...Jules?" (sits up, checks clock) "...that's weirdly good timing. You really waited until--"
"Yeah...I guess. You're in Paris, right? With your parents."
"Yeah...(pause) I didn't think I'd hear from you, you haven't even been back at school yet--"
"Yeah. ...Listen, uh...I'll just hear from you for New Years, okay?"
"Yeah. Okay. Have a lot I want to talk to you about in school. There's someone--"
"(interrupts)--yeah, yeah okay, I figured. Merry Christmas, okay?"
(blink) "Yeah, okay. Good night."
*click* (sounds of sheets rustling, he returns to bed.)
(sighs) "...yeah, someone."
(touches his wrist lightly) "Hey, kitten."
"Hey yourself, stranger..."
"...who was that? You look--"
"Nevermind." (shakes head, shivers) "I'm okay, just...cold."
"Yeah well..." (sighs, smiles at him) "...Merry Christmas, kitten."
"...Merry Christmas, stranger."
"...yeah, c'mere." (hugs him, whispers) "...five...six days left."
(hugs back) "...yeah. Show me Paris. Show me the lights. Everything." (looks up at him) "...I want to stay here and forget."
(smiles) "Let's see if I can't do something about that, then."
In the days before Sebastian and Julian kissed, they would go out in the days, running around, then hit the clubs at night. In that time, they still talked about good-looking boys they saw, and flirt and maybe canoodle with the other secret people in the clubs.
...but I think after their talk in the tower at night, and the kiss that followed it after, for the first time...the game was over. They never talked about other people or looked at other people or flirted like they did then. After the kiss, they were each other's. They only ever kissed and touched each other after that.
Last Paris Moment
Sebastian was at the bridge while Julian was at the airport. He then began to run before finding a cab and taking it to the airport. The Something Damaged cast noticed Julian was very quiet and knew he had something big on his mind. Julian kept glancing at the clock. Julian was waiting for Sebastian, and Sebastian was going after him - both things the boys promised they'd never do. Sebastian was sitting in the cab, his throat dry and his heart pounding in his ears--he was late, he was late and he knew it, but if there was the slightest chance to atone for that single mistake, wasn't it worth the risk of seeing empty gates?
Julian would be silent, in the cold air of the airport, a hat on his head as an attempt to disguise, he'd tried to convince himself he wasn't waiting. He forced himself to remember that conversation of linked hands over the sheets, when he told him he wouldn't wait... when he told him that he wouldn't come for him... Because they terrible people and they knew it. But when he glanced at that clock for the third time, he knew that he was waiting.
He shouldn't, but while he was still in this place--where he had this pretty dream of being in love and being loved back, and knowing it even without having to affirm it with words...it wasn't a crime to wait to the very end... But they knew... the moment Julian heard them call for him, and he closed his eyes and sealed his lips.. the moment Sebastian stepped onto the airport and saw that he was so late, that nothing was waiting anymore... that this wasn't a love story. ...no, this wasn't a love story...it was their dream that they had to learn to wake up from. ...and that they would always have that dream, with each other, with the lights, and the fireworks, and the city where love stories happened ...just not to them.
Julian leaned back on his plane seat and looked silently out the window, and as Sebastian walked back to the locks, for an instant they never regretted anything that happened. That, given a do over, Julian might've still reached out and pulled that boy down from the bridge... and Sebastian would offer the adventure still... It wasn't as though they parted on hatred, or without feelings for each other. Truth be told...it was probably those feelings that did them in... That maybe they felt too much out of that dream to ever regret it happening...
It's strange how never once they uttered those three abused words to each other in the span of that time... maybe some things just didn't need saying, even if they ever mustered up the courage to say them. So when Julian ever received anything from his friends or staff and say, this came from Paris! He would remember and he would still smile... And when Sebastian would glance to the television and see the familiar smile he'd once been so close to that he'd kissed, he'd smile too...
Why Wait For Sebastian?
Sebastian and Julian had a deal. And the thing is, Sebastian loved him back and he knew it. So whatever happened, whether he stayed or went, where Sebastian made it or he didn't, they had that. Having been able to say, honest to god, that they'd loved in a way that not a lot of people got to give and get back. And with Logan, there was just a whole lot of things he didn't know yet.
There was an empty space that he was still hoping could be filled with some kind of answer. So he always came back. For friendship, or maybe the hope of love, whatever it was, he wanted to see it. He didn't need to do that with Sebastian--because he already knew. That he was loved there. He loved him, he and he loved him back. They never said it out loud to each other, but they didn't actually have to. To feel that, even for a short time. In the end it made him stronger.
It was easier to keep going, to keep trying. Because for that one glimmer, he really was happy. Whether or not he would find happiness like that again still waited to be seen, but he had it then. Julian's idea of dealing with something as big as love may be a little skewed. To begin with, his foundations of trust are shaky at best. Raised in an environment where you were taught to mistrust everyone around you... And where people hooked up, married, and divorced as easily as people changed clothes sometimes...
He really wasn't equipped to properly know what to do. They are so young. Which doesn't mean that they're too young to understand--it only means that they're just like everyone else, theyre still finding their way.
Sebastian had liked the way he lived, the devil-may-care style... Doing as he pleased, not really being tied down to anyone or anything. Not invested in anyone or anything. Trying to convince yourself, "No, he's not going to wait--he's like me, he won't wait."
And then that little part that says, "But what if he was waiting? He's waiting!" and he just gets pissed off with himself because he doesn't really know what he wants to do-- Scared out of his mind that this was the stupidest thing in all of god's creation and for heavenssakes, Sebastian Smythe does not make himself look like an idiot over some...some...boy....
And he stops at the pont and he finds their locks and fuck it, THAT PERSON IN THAT AIRPORT JUST WASN'T SOME BOY as much as either of them tried to convince themselves. You know that feeling? When you're sure you're about to do something idiotic of elephantine proportions and you really want to do it but you're scared as shit about doing it? It's too hard, you just can't--you can't because it just wasn't done that way.
And then again... Courage isn't the absence of fear... It's the knowledge that there's just something more important than being scared. And you jump anyway.
He was once with a guy who was possessive, and started going after him when Jules came along.
He can’t live without coffee.
He thinks he’d be in Slytherin.
If he was stranded on a deserted island, he’d take a crate of rations, a radio and a satellite phone.
He once turned a straight guy gay.
He is currently unattached.
His favorite color is red.
He knows how to fence, but he does it recreationally rather than for sports.
He lived in Paris.
Sebastian changes his coffee every time.
He speaks Italian.
Sebastian strolls down Paris with the scent of coffee and macarons around him.
All boys and some girls had a jousting competition. Everyone rode a horse, and used an eleven-foot log to try and knock off their opponents. Sebastian is jousting. The houses Windsor, Stuart, Hanover and Lancaster have agreed that whichever house "wins" will be served by all the other houses in a big cookout. He was facing off against Sinclair from Haven. Sebastian tucked a key into his armor before grabbing his lance.
When the flag dropped, the boys raced forward. Both lances scored direct hits to chests, Sebastian getting thrown backwards and Sinclair slamming into the saddle. Both boys stayed on their horses. When Sebastian made it back to his side, he said he was hit. His armor was cracked and the plate had bitten into his shoulder. Sebastian couldn’t use his shield since he couldn’t use his shoulder, but Sebastian said he could go on without a shield.
Milo then strapped the shield over his shoulder so he didn’t have to lift it. When the flag dropped again, the boys raced forward. Sebastian had a battle cry and struck directly into Sinclair’s chest, the lance shattering. Sinclair’s lance just glanced off Sebastian’s shield. Sebastian was thrown sideways but recovered, and Sinclair slammed back into the saddle but held on again. It was a draw. He made it back to his side and helped out of his armor. Julian ran down and was glared at by Logan, but Sebastian gave him a nod. Derek then sent Julian away again after an argument.
For round two, he was facing off against Riley from Lancaster. They collided as their lances smashed into each other’s chests, both trying to unhorse the other. Sebastian was flung back by the force but slumped over the horse while it carried him back. He was trying to breathe through his dented armor. He was hissing in pain but said he could continue. For round two, they collided as Sebastian’s lance hit Riley’s shoulder, and Riley’s lance hit Sebastian in the chest.
But where Riley just barely grabbed the reins, Sebastian got thrown to the ground. His horse took him back to his side as he was in no condition to lead it. He fell off the horse and began coughing violently, clutching his shoulder. Jake came over and tried ripping the armor off, but Riley cried out in pain. He was taken to the tent.
Keeps his uniform impeccable.
He’s not going to Dalton because of Julian, although that did weigh in.
He doesn’t know much about Logan besides what Julian has told him.
He’s unsure about joining the Warblers.
He’s never heard of Windsor.
He first saw Logan buying the mink coat for Kurt.
He doesn’t think Logan is bad looking.
He thought Dalton was a very good school, so why not?
Sebastian's dad is a politician
Baby Seb had the worst baby hours ever. He had no set times of being asleep, and sometimes he'd wake up bawling at night. And not sleep again until almost noon.
Sebastian was very sickly as a baby. He got cold easily and was always wrapped thickly--like a soft baby bundle.
Sebastian has two brothers - one older and one younger. The older one was with him in Paris.
His father is a politician. He has to travel because of talks with other nations and such. He brings along Mrs. Smythe, second son Sebastian and little son Alphonse. Eldest son Reginald is already working.
Mr Smythe would also like to leave Sebastian in one spot, but Seb is a little...rambunctious. And is troublesome to just leave in one country unsupervised. So he has to be brought along in an attempt to tame him down a little.
Conversation With Reginald
The boy glanced only slightly at the taller form at the door. Then he returned his eyes to the television screen. He clenched his hands together to keep them from shaking. “What are you doing here?”
Reginald frowned. “Mom wants to talk to you. You’re late to the dinner, the guests have all arrived and—” He paused when Sebastian kept himself rigid, staring at the screen. “…what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” Sebastian leapt to his feet. The way he moved made him look as though a crazed puppeteer was handling his strings. He was rigid and distressed, and he hastily looked for his jacket. “Mom, you said? Where is she?”
“Wait, slow down,” Reginald frowned and grabbed his arm. “What’s wrong with you? You’re all pale in the face.”
“I’m—I have to leave. Leave me alone.” Sebastian was looking around for his watch. His hands moved like someone frantic but his face was a solid, pale mask that didn’t move—but those eyes belied panic.
Reginald held him fast and glared, and Sebastian swatted him off, sweeping into his closet. The younger boy’s hands were shaking again, now that they clasped nothing. “She’s with the guests—Sebastian, stand still!”
“I want to wear something black,” came the reply from the closet.
Mystified, Reginald looked to the television, where Sebastian had been staring. What he saw was a news report, blatting on in French. Apparently, a young and famous American actor had died following a fire in his school. News was still coming in. But apart from that--
Sebastian swept out of the closet in impeccable, fashionable black—it contrasted so sharply with his paleness. “Have you seen—no, of course you haven’t, you’re never here, why are you even in my room? Get out, Reggie.” He was rifling through his drawers for something now, and things were flying out.
“No, not until you tell me why you look as though someone—” Reginald paused. He looked at the screen and back again.
The door creaked open again. A small form peered in. “Reggie, Seb, dad’s getting mad. You’re supposed to be downstairs.”
“I would be if Reggie would just get /out of my room/ and stop talking to me!” Sebastian snarled shakily under his breath before snatching up what looked like a key around a chain.
The television blabbed on.
“Al, go back downstairs, tell them we’re coming,” Reginald told the boy. Alphonse stared at his two brothers and left.
Reginald took a glance at the screen that Sebastian was now refusing to look at and then strode to his brother who was slipping on the jacket. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but you better pull it together—”
“I am so pulled together that I can barely move!” Sebastian hissed as he pushed past his brother.
“Sebastian!” Reginald grabbed his wrist. His brother’s hands were cold as ice and shaking like he was feverish. “Sebastian, listen to me!”
“What do you want from me?!”
“He’s not dead!”
The younger man stopped and stared. “...what?”
“He’s not dead, understand?!” Reginald snapped, looking angry. “Look!” He gestured to the screen, but Sebastian’s eyes didn’t leave him. Reginald grabbed his brother’s shoulders, frowning. “He’s not dead. It’s right there. Someone died, but it’s not him. He’s hospitalized.”
Sebastian stared at him. Still frowning, the older brother gestured again. “Look. Would you just look?!”
Sebastian slowly looked at the screen. There wasn’t much to see. Just a lot of words. Short scenes. Newscasters talking. The shaking in his hands was still there, even when he looked away after a moment.
“Now,” Reginald said, releasing his grip, frowning. “Would you like to tell me why you’re being such a—”
“I have to go downstairs.” Sebastian pushed past him again and swept out the door without another word.
Reginald snarled under his breath, grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off before he followed.