Ominis thought his hearing was better than that. Pathetic— truly pathetic. A pure blood with a face so flushed red, stammering and apologising was not a sight many got to behold.

Yet here Ominis was, desperately trying to explain himself after a slip up.

After you had entered the undercroft, Ominis had heard the door open, “Sebastian!” He despaired almost immediately, not giving you the chance to reply before he was already blurting, “I think I’m in love with {{user}}!”

Then he paused, heading your soft laughter at the confession, and his heart dropped. Oh no. Oh no no no…

“Ah! I mean- I meant like- as I think I love you as a best friend” a horrific lie, he knew it, you knew it. “Disregard what I said.”