Moment Name: Sailing of Corbastian
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Quotes: ""You’re Cornelia Bradford, and you have your own qualities which I’ve fallen for. You cross your arms whenever you feel defensive about something, your favourite spot in Evermore is the river where we can freely be ourselves, you love butterscotch ice cream, you’re a workaholic who does everything in her power to make sure the ones you care about are safe…” Sebastian smiled, “You caught me off guard, Detective.” " ~Sebastian d'Fierro to Cornelia Bradford.

Participants: Sebastian d'Fierro and Cornelia Bradford
Date: 1st August, 2015

Sebastian d'Fierro: It had been more than a few weeks since Sebastian and Cornelia had last interacted, their last conversation ending with each other kissing, and both a sudden and abrupt leave from the d’Fierro before either party could legitimately register what had just happened. Yet now, here he was, walking down the pavement that lead to her house, bouquet of apologetic roses and all, and preparing to shamelessly apologise for being the lecherous b****** that he had always been. It had been many long hours since the d’Fierro had thought up whether or not he should attempt to say sorry, and another absurd amount of hours thinking about /why/ he felt so attached to Cornelia Bradford. Maybe it was because she was one of the few women who actually saw some light in the eldest d’Fierro despite so much darkness looming over him, maybe it was the fact he had saved her so many times that he felt some sense of tenderness for her, hell, maybe he just wanted to pursue her because she rejected him and finally getting her would get him some twisted sense of accomplishment. But for the moment, he didn’t really bother formulating a reason (a horrible idea, really) and just went along with his went along with his attempt at redemption anyway. As he neared the porch, his steps became smaller and smaller, the d’Fierro’s thoughts began to run high, worried that his attempt would be futile and the two would never interact or even chat once more, and in all honesty, that thought scared him. So, taking a deep breath, Sebastian walked up to her front door, his right hand clutching the bouquet while his left rang the doorbell, once it opened he’d simply say, “Hey...gorgeous.” Although instead of his usual bashful, blatant tone, it’d be much more timid and quiet, like an adorable puppy...except this one could shoot out fire, and was a bit of an asshat.

Cornelia Bradford: Curled up against the window of her living room, Cornelia Bradford sat by the ledge of the casement like she had been doing for the past few days; weeks perhaps. The detective had been distressed about her personal life, the arrival of a new brother she had shot, Abraxas' sudden disappearance, but above all, a certain d'Fierro fire-lord - Sebastian. The last time the duo had talked was by the river where, caught in the moment, the phoenix had kissed her. However, before she could comprehend the turn of events, Sebastian, like the a****** he was, flew away, leaving her both awkward and confused. The kiss, however, had raised more than a few questions in the angel-child's mind. How could she give in to such a moment? Did she /actually/ have some sort of feelings for the d'Fierro she didn't want to accept? Or was it just some sort of physical attraction? As Cornelia wrapped her fingers tighter around the cup of steaming coffee, she let out a soft sigh. How could she allow herself such stupid feelings, in the first place? After all, Cornelia now had two psychopaths for family who wouldn't blink before hurting people she cared about. Cared about... the words rung through her mind. Did she care about Sebastian d'Fierro, the mass-murdering a******, whom she had vowed to hate since the first time they had met? Hearing footsteps on her porch steps, Cornelia softly parted the dark blue curtains, peeping through the fabric to get a glimpse of the visitor. However as her cocoa orbs fell on an all too familiar figure, a tensed breath left the detective's plum lips. She closed her eyes for a moment, placing the cup of coffee on the window-sill before getting up. Running her fingers along the fabric of her black silk robe, the Nephilim Ambassador padded barefeet towards the door, opening just moments after the doorbell echoed throughout the house. And as the two came face to face, Cornelia could feel the previous awkwardness settle in. "Hey..." She greeted softly, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as she opened the door wider, her russet orbs falling on the bouquet of flowers. "Now, now, another failed date with a woman who was more than happy to reject you?" She joked, chuckling dryly.

Sebastian d'Fierro: He waited by the front door, tapping his feet while he waited for the certain Detective to open the door and hopefully not be completely discombobulated at the sight of Sebastian d’Fierro standing in front of her with a bouquet of flowers like some sort of cliched rom-com protagonist come to profess his undying love for her...that’d be ridiculous. However, Sebastian heard the magic sound of the hunk of wood in front of him swinging open and let his eyes rest on the woman that may or may not have been taking up his entire thought process for the past 3 weeks. He smiled softly as he greeted her, his voice much more soothing and gentle than his usual sharp, witty, and sardonic tone. As usual, Cornelia had her sharp sarcasm with her and asked about the flowers, Sebastian biting his lip harshly, slightly embarrassed about the whole scenario. “Funnily enough, no.” He chuckled, bloody hassle to care for.” He smirked devilishly, “May I come in? I’ll even make you dinner.” Sebastian offered, “I...we...haven’t spoken in a while.” As he spoke, his words resonated with a sense of longing, before he completely broke it off with some half-assed excuse, “A-and I thought you missed my company since I was basically the entire source of colour in your life. I was worried about how boring your life must’ve been so I came here…” His cheeks were slightly tinted red, the d’Fierro scratching the back of his head before saying in a suddenly irritated tone, "So can I come in or not?"

Cornelia Bradford: Cornelia ran her fingers through her russet locks, a small, almost embarrassed smile turning up the corners of her lips as she opened the door for Sebastian. "I haven't, huh?" She arched a thin eyebrow at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Well that's strange, cause I remember talking so much about our favorites, in all the times we've hung out. I remember discussing it over our little tea party with Mr. Stuffy!" Dry humor laced in her tone, Cornelia spoke sarcastically, "Definitely weird that you don't remember.." With that, the detective shook her head, chuckling. "My, my. are you complimenting someone other than yourself, d'Fierro?" She mocked, trying to ease the tension as much as she could before stepping out of the doorway, a hand gesturing for Sebastian to walk inside. "Well, would you listen to me if I said I didn't want you to come in?" She queried, rather stated. Cornelia grasped the flesh of her lips between her teeth, her gaze holding an emotion she hadn't felt for a long time - care. She looked away, momentarily, not ready to give a glimpse at her current turmoil of feelings. "Well, I'll have you know." The detective started, looking back at him. "I was having quite a lot of fun these last few weeks. There was such peace in my office, that I almost felt like in heaven." With a roll of her eyes, Cornelia then shrugged, "Well, since you are /offering/ to make me dinner.." She trailed off, tilting her head to the side, "I shall give my kitchen a break from my surprisingly terrible cooking." Her last few words were a mere whisper, embarrassed of her cooking skills as she let the d'Fierro in and once he'd enter, Cornelia would close the door behind her before making her way to the couch in the living room.

Sebastian d'Fierro: Sebastian rolled his eyes as she once again began blasting out her usual levels of sarcasm, “And this is what I missed about you! The completely kind and polite way you speak to me!” The d’Fierro chuckled, “I remember that tea party too, although, I remember the tea that you poured for us tasted awful. I wonder who brewed it for us!” He teased, before narrowing his eyes as she mocked him for complimenting someone that wasn’t himself, “Hey, I did say that they were a complete pain in the ass to take care of. Although, at least the roses don’t charge into situations like a complete moron.” He smiled devilishly, referencing Cornelia’s very bad habit of heading into criminal infested areas without proper strategy. But when she asked whether or not Sebastian would actually listened to her if she declined his offer at coming in, he simply said, “Nah, life’s much more fun when I don’t follow your orders.” Sebastian stated nonchalantly, he smirked as she stated how blissful her past few weeks were since he hadn’t intervened in her daily activities, “Really now? And here I was thinking that I was the entire source of colour and fun in your life, you’re breaking my heart, Detective.” He joked before nodding, “Good, because I refuse to have that beautiful kitchen be tarnished by that edible insult that you insist on calling your cooking.” Sebastian jabbed, before walking in and heading to the kitchen, grabbing anything that he could, “Hmmm…” He wondered, “Hey, gorgeous, I’ll be making spaghetti aglio oglio. Any objections? No? Good.” He called out, not offering her any other choice of food and beginning to prepare the ingredients: grabbing a pot and pouring water in it to boil the pasta, getting parmesan, red chili flakes, parsley, and olive oil. While he was doing so, he asked, “So...anything on your mind, lately?” Sebastian asked out of curiosity.

Cornelia Bradford: Cornelia rolled her eyes, tilting her head to the side as locks of her hair curled around her shoulder. "Well, not everyone gets to see this 'kind and polite' side." She retorted, sarcastically at his remark. "Hey!" The detective protested, "I can brew amazing tea, thank you very much." She huffed. "Plus Mr. Stuffy liked it, so your point is invalid." Cornelia defended, sarcastically at the mention of her horrible cooking skills. As Sebastian indirectly pointed out her greatest flaw of diving into situations that could risk her life without thinking, the Nephilim Ambassador raised a brow at him. "And there is the mass-murdering a****** I love to hate." She mocked, shaking her head. Cornelia crossed her arms in front of her as Sebastian proved her right that he would never listen to what she had to say, a dry chuckle leaving her lips. "Soon you won't have a life if you don't listen to me." She mocked, nonchalantly. "Well, you shouldn't have made such assumptions in the first place." Shrugging a little, Cornelia ran her fingers through her dark strands, allowing the d'Fierro to enter her house. The brunette simply chose to ignore his comment on her cooking, knowing he was right, her lips pressing into a thin line as she walked up to the kitchen, behind Sebastian. As the phoenix informed what he would be cooking, Cornelia sighed, "If only I knew what aglio oglio is." She remarked, walking into the cooking area and standing by the marble counter. The detective pressed her palms against the granite, leaning over as she watched Sebastian work on her dinner. However as he asked her a question, a simple one at that, the Nephilim Ambassador had so many things to mention - Isaiah, Abraxas, the war that was now slowly affecting the whole city, their awkward kiss - but she simply bit her lip, like she always did, and shook her head. "Nah, no hot officer has joined the precinct yet, so."

Sebastian d'Fierro: “Yeah well, if both of us are gonna be honest, your kind and polite side isn’t much.” Sebastian chuckled, “Yes, you can brew amazing tea, because it takes an insane amount of skill and precision to boil water, put a tea bag in a mug and then pour in said water.” The d’Fierro chuckled, he rolled his eyes once more as she mentioned him yet again as a “mass-murdering a******”, which is completely justified, he sighed and ran his fingers through his locks of brown hair before saying, “Always in denial, aren’t you, gorgeous. Honestly, will there ever be a time when you actually admit you like me?” Sebastian shook his head as she spoke once more, saying how not listening to her would end up with him dead, “I’d say the same about you. Seriously, love, what do I keep saying about you and heroism? It’ll get you killed.” He sighed, “And yet you still never listen to me.” The Phoenix shook his head, “But those assumptions are well-placed. Honestly when I’m not there, it feels like all you do is act all gloomy and sulky, and no one wants to see a beautiful face like yours in such a state.” He flirted casually, his dark, mysterious brown eyes glowed with his usual mischievousness, “So, being the stubborn j****** that I am, I will continue tenaciously believing that I’m your only source of fun, because it’s the truth, and I’m always right.” He joked before poking her shoulder playfully, “And there’s nothing you can do to change my mind about that.” Sebastian then walked in, heading for the kitchen to prepare the two dinner, as he began to prepare the meal, he casually asked what had been on her mind lately, although he got her usual distant response, not bothering to reveal how f***** up life in Evermore had become for her, he replied, “Ah, the usual response from you. Honestly I’ve come to expect all your attempts at deflecting how f***** up life’s become for you.” Sebastian didn’t bother looking up at her, he simply continued slicing garlic, pausing from that activity to drain out the water from the finished boiled pasta and placing it in a serving plate, neatly finishing the whole meal in a matter of about 5 minutes. Sebastian set the meal in the middle of the table, calling out to Cornelia, “Love, get the plates for us, please?” He asked, speaking as if nothing was wrong when the actual case was the exact opposite, “Cornelia, I know about everything that’s been going down. So it looks like your devil for a father has an heir to his fiery throne? I have sources everywhere, gorgeous, don't try to spin the story.” He said, completely relaxed about the topic. "Don't worry, Cor, I won't let either of those people get you. I'll protect you, kinda like a guardian angel...although I'm a bit more of a d***."

Cornelia Bradford: "Yeah well, it takes a lot of effort, alright?" Cornelia rolled her eyes at Sebastian, defending her tea-brewing skills. However, as he pointed out that she was in denial, the detective cocked an eyebrow at him. "Well, guess someday in eternity." She replied, teasingly. The Nephilim Ambassador then blew out a breath at the mention of her 'heroism'. "I am a detective, what else can you expect from me?" She queried, shaking her head, tiredly. "It is one of my first instincts to save people." She reminded him, her plum lips pressed together . "I am not gloomy and sulky without you!" Cornelia cried out in defense. "I can have fun without you charming your way through my busy schedule." Her british tone laced with sarcasm, Cornelia replied. "Narcissist, much?" Her arms wrapped around her frame as the angel-child shut the door behind her, walking into the kitchen. As she watched Sebastian work in the kitchen, Cornelia couldn't help but chuckle, he moved so efficiently; effortless, as if the fire-lord had cooked in her kitchen way too many times before - which was partly correct. However, as Sebastian asked her a question, Cornelia as usual dodged the answer, not ready to break down the already crumbling walls. "Ah well, maybe my life isn't all that f***** up anymore." She pointed out, although wincing as she realized how obviously untrue her words were. Her russet gaze shifted from the garlic Sebastian had been cutting to his unwavering features, about to say something when he asked her to get the plates. "Yeah, sure." The detective nodded her head, walking over to the kitchen cabinet and pulling out two porcelain plates, placing them in front of the d'Fierro. "Ah well.." Cornelia trailed off at the mention of her dysfunctional family. I shouldn't be surprised after all the women he has been with, it was obvious of him to pass on his psychoticness to another." With a shake of her head, Cornelia stood beside Sebastian, her hues shifting to the counter as she cringed at the thought of her 'family'. However, as he spoke, Cornelia couldn't help but smile softly, her eyes travelling back to the phoenix. "Thank you. Haven't heard something like that in a long time." She whispered, softly, knowing how much his words meant to her. "A bit?" The angel-child chuckled, "Talk about being delusional." 

Sebastian d'Fierro: “Sure it does, if you’re a simpleton who finds the most basic activities difficult, then sure, it takes a /ton/ of effort.” He continued, “If it’s that difficult to make tea for a Detective, then I’m seriously scared for what the rest of the police force is composed of.” He quipped, although their small argument once again went back to Cornelia’s constant attempts at soloing even though most of the situations require much more assistance, “To get back up, Detective.” He said, although his voice clearly stated that he didn’t want to continue this conversation. “Yeah you are, I can see it all over you. You’re suffering ‘Sebastian Withdrawal Syndrome’. I’m like a drug, without your dose of me, you’re basically f*****...and not even in the fun way.” He quickly snickered, before grinning, “Ah, so you /do/ think I’m charming?” He teased, the adorable grin on his face clearly not going away until he got an answer before shrugging, “Well, I do love looking at myself in the mirror. You would too if you looked as good as I do.” Sebastian grinned before making spaghetti aglio oglio flawlessly, 2 centuries of cooking honing his skills in the kitchen better than even the best cooks alive. However, at the mention of what was going through her mind, Sebastian realised that the events that had transpired during his absence were breaking Cornelia, enough so that he could see through that facade she always kept up with little to no effort, “Lying again, Detective. Honestly, between the cop and the serial killer in the room, which one of us has lied to each other the most?” Cornelia knew well enough the answer to that question, so Sebastian simply left the question in the air, wondering if she’d answer or not. And as she set up the plates for the two, he dropped the bomb that he had kept his sources focused around the activities of Abraxas Bradford’s criminal empire along with his son, who seemed to be equally as f***** up as his maker. However, with that, he stated that he’d protect her from her family, adding, “I won’t let those men hurt you, Cornelia, that’s a promise.” Sebastian smiled before beginning to eat his food. Dinner was relatively quiet, the two simply ate the pasta in silence, Sebastian enjoying her company and hopefully Cornelia enjoying his, smiling at her every once in a while before two finished dinner. Sebastian simply asked in the tone he’d only use when they were by the river, “Cornelia...can we talk about what happened last time we were by the river? I know it’s a topic that both of us want to avoid but...there’s something I got to say.”

 Cornelia Bradford: "Not /charming/.." Cornelia trailed off, biting her lip, an almost inevident tint flashing across her cheeks. However, she rolled her eyes at his grin. "Well, I look better, of course." The detective remarked, albeit sarcastically, watching the fire-lord make them dinner. Although as her chocolate optics shifted to the working d'Fierro, a small smile crept up her lips, somehow the scene having a calming effect on the Nephilim Ambassador after weeks of distress. Well, she didn't have to worry about setting her kitchen on fire that night. Cornelia pushed a lock of stray hair behind her ear, leaning over the counter to watch the garlics being sliced. However, at his question, an eerie silence settled in the room which was broken by Cornelia's lie, followed by Sebastian catching it. She sighed, knowing the answer all too well. As the question hung in the air, the brunette set up the plates on the kitchen table, her mind shifted to thoughts of her 'family'. Sebastian's words settled in, comforting her as Cornelia smiled softly, tilting her head to the side and as their gazes met, the detective could feel the unfamiliar feeling creep up again. She swallowed, pushing back the unwanted thoughts before chuckling, "You can be good at times, d'Fierro." She commented, truth and mockery blending well in her words. As the two sat to eat the dinner Sebastian had made, Cornelia hummed, finding the delicacy absolutely delicious, as usual. "I really need cooking lessons. " She sighed, before Sebastian brought up a topic the two had silently agreed on not to speak about. Cornelia swallowed, biting down harshly on her bottom lip. "Is there anything left to say?" She asked, her words a mere whisper as her gaze shifted to him, hoping that the conversation wasn't going to take a turn she wanted to avoid.

Sebastian d'Fierro: Sebastian raised a brow, “Then..?” He waited for a response, “You know, you could always just admit that I’m physical perfection. No harm in finding me attractive, Lia, everyone does.” He smirked, “It’d make my day a lot better, you know~” The d’Fierro egged on, chuckling. As the d’Fierro cooked, he caught the glimpse of a smiling Cornelia, who seemed content at the scene they were currently in. The Detective simply relaxing on the couch, and Sebastian cooking dinner for the two of them, it was almost like they were an old married couple. However, that was broken by Sebastian’s question, which was followed by an awkward silence, then, of course, by a blatant lie told by Cornelia. The d’Fierro then asked another question concerning the moral-bound cop (Cornelia), and the pseudo-sociopath whose committed genocide before (Sebastian), and on which one of them had lied to each other the most. The phoenix hid the sly smile he had at the silence the question brought, knowing Cornelia to be too proud to utter the fact that it was the /trigger-happy Phoenix/ that had wholly told the truth. But, the tension broke once Sebastian promised to protect Cornelia from the horrible pedigree which she had. The d’Fierro chuckling at her reply, looking up only to wink and provide a cute smile before eating his dinner, the two finishing and another wave of tension hitting the air once he brought up the kiss that had caused the rift between the two in the first place. “Yes.” He said, his voice stern. “Look...Cor, I’m sorry about kissing you out of the blue.” He apologised, his voice clearly expressing sincerity, “But I don’t regret doing it.” Sebastian gulped, for some reason, his mind was screaming at him to stop because this whole scenario had happened before and it ended horrifically yet another part, a part which he had sworn to keep locked away, said to keep going, and he did, “Look, that kiss made me realise something pretty shitty.” The d’Fierro bit his lip harshly, “I like you, Cornelia. Okay? He groaned, running his fingers through his hair out of frustration, “There, I said it.” Sebastian then muttered, “This is making look like the shittiest rom-com character ever.” He groaned before choosing to continue, “Look, when I first met you, you reminded me of someone...you probably know her name by now.” His eyes drifted down to his knees, before looking back up, “You share a lot of the qualities of someone before that I was in-” He cut himself off quickly, correcting himself by saying, “that I was close to. Adrianna.” Sebastian grit his teeth at uttering her mere name, the person still holding such a tenacious grip on his life even after her death, “I’m not ready to tell you her story, but I’ll say that you and her both were pretty damn stubborn when it comes to seeing the best in me, and both of you consistently chose to see the light in me even when I gave you no reason to do so.” Sebastian sighed, “But I realised, you’re not her. You’re different…” He paused, taking a deep breath, “you’re Cornelia Bradford, and you have your own qualities which I’ve fallen for. You cross your arms whenever you feel defensive about something, your favourite spot in Evermore is the river where we can freely be ourselves, you love butterscotch ice cream, you’re a workaholic who does everything in her power to make sure the ones you care about are safe…” Sebastian smiled, “You caught me off guard, Detective.” He then said, “I’m going to be perfectly honest, as I always am around you. I’m terrified, Cornelia. Sex, flirting? That’s one thing. Affection and relationships...that’s something I don’t have a lot of experience in. Weird, right? I’ve lived over two and a half centuries and I barely know how to properly manage a love life.” The d’Fierro let out a shaky breath, “That’s...all I have to say, Detective...I’ll show myself out.”

Cornelia Bradford: When Cornelia had opened the door to Sebastian, she had expected some sort of awkwardness, the now-familiar tension settling in and some sarcastic exchange of comments. However, what followed was something she didn't think either of them had the courage to say. The Nephilim Ambassador pressed her lips firmly together, fighting an inner battle as his words hit her like a bullet train. He liked her. Sebastian d'Fierro cared about /her/. Cornelia swallowed, if she were a different girl, desperate for love and affection, this would have been the best moment of her life. But, she wasn't. She was Cornelia Bradford, the woman who couldn't care, in fear of her 'father' hurting them. No; she had to make him stop. "Sebastian...." She tried to say something, anything, just wanting him to stop; not letting his words break apart her walls brick by brick. However, there was only silence on her part, the side of her she had locked away for 6 years urging her feelings to fight harder in the battle against logical thinking. She gripped the end of the chair tightly, her fingers curling around the edges so hard that she could feel her knuckles turn white. Adrianna, the name echoed through her mind, he loved the mysterious woman she had been trying to find out. But she was not her, another voice repeated in her mind as Sebastian spoke. Cornelia could taste the metallic liquid from where her teeth cut her lip, everything Sebastian said, every syllable, indenting in her mind. He knew her so well, Cornelia realised. He had paused to memorise every single detail that no one had bothered to. He had protected her when she didn't need it and made her laugh when everything was crumbling down. Sebastian d'Fierro had brought back another side of Cornelia she thought she had lost. Cornelia could feel her heart thumping away loudly in her stomach, her throat dryer than a desert as Sebastian finally concluded what he had to say. The Nephilim Ambassador opened her mouth to say something, but a thought struck her; Abraxas Bradford and suddenly, she could feel her cliched rom-com story coming crashing down. with another psychopath family member on loose, she couldn't; wouldn't risk Sebastian's life, she cared about him way too much. However, as her gaze shifted to the d'Fierro walking out, his long, soft fingers wrapped around the doorknob, his features sharp and firm, yet giving her and only her, a clear glimpse of the broken man inside, unloved and uncared. Except that she cared and he deserved to know that. "Sebastian!"Cornelia called out, pushing herself out of the chair to walk towards him. "I invited you in, I never told you that you could go yet." She said sternly, parting her lips to allow a deep breath to escape. "You are the most annoying person I have ever met." She started, taking one step at a time as her words echoed through the silent room. "And now as you selfishly walk out of the door, you are still so annoying! Don't you know about my father?" The detective paused, shaking her head. "Knowing fully well what he is capable of, yet you choose to like me. You, of all people, should know that I can't see him hurt anyone I care about, especially you! That's just selfish!" Cornelia gritted her teeth, quickening her steps with each word. "But.." She trailed off, her cocoa orbs locking with his. "Today, I am going to be selfish." Cornelia stood in front of Sebastian, there lips mere inches away as she whispered, "I can't let him take this away from me; ruin us." And with that, the detective finally let her lips touch the mass-murderer's, every emotion, every action, their fights, laughs, sarcasm, all leading to this one single moment.

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