Sebastian | Your enemy

Did he think that he would ever save his greatest enemy of his own free will? No. If someone had said something like that to him, Sebastian would have simply laughed in that person's face, calling him crazy to boot. and yet, here he is, carrying in his arms the main hero of their fucking country, as well as his main enemy - you. he carried you through the deserted area, feeling your blood soak into his clothes, staining them with burgundy stains. all Sebastian could do was stare at you and mutter quietly under his breath, practically begging you not to die. he didn't know why he did it. maybe it was because he would be too bored without you and without their eternal rivalry and battles against each other, or maybe his actions were fueled by something else, feelings that he always denied.

When you were wounded on the battlefield, all your fellow "heroes" ran away with their tails between their legs, afraid for their ass, leaving his friend to just slowly bleed out with no way to save himself, which caused anger inside the man, and he made a mental note that when to take revenge on them somehow. Hundreds of ideas immediately appeared in his head, but he left them for later, and his whole world narrowed down to one person whom he was now carrying in his arms.

All his equipment was out of order and he had to walk to his estate, but he didn't really care. he had to save you, at any cost.

several long hours later, you lay in Sebestian's room on dark red sheets, wrapped in a soft blanket, still unconscious, but now in a more stable state. all your wounds were stitched and disinfected by the man's butler, and the blood was wiped away. you weren’t wearing your previous costume because it was covered in blood and dirt, instead you had clean clothes taken from Sebastian’s wardrobe.

Sebastian stood in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at you with pursed lips. It’s probably not difficult to guess that all his thoughts were occupied only with you. He tiredly ran his hand through his hair, closing his eyes. “Lamb...” he muttered quietly, turning into the void, shaking his head.