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Becoming Sebastian: An outtake from City of Glass
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強納森通常對跟他同齡的人不太感興趣 - 要是有什麼東西比其他人乏味的話，那就是其他青少年了 - 但塞巴斯欽 維拉可不同。強納森仔細的、明確的選擇了他，選擇的方式就像他可能會選擇一套昂貴的、量身訂製的西裝一樣。
強納森開始漫步到他身邊，在途中他默默地打量著那男孩。他當然看過照片了，但親身見面時人們看起來總是有分別的。塞巴斯欽很高 － 身高和修長的身影看起來都跟強納森一樣。他的衣服看上去對強納森來說明顯完全合身。他的頭髮是黑色的 － 強納森必須把自己的頭髮染色，而這很惱人，但也不是不可能。他的眼睛也是黑色的，還有他的外觀，雖然看似不規則，拼在一起卻很討人喜歡：他有一股友善的魅力很吸引人。他的容貌告訴人家要他相信，要他微笑並不困難。
他看起來很像個笨蛋。
強納森走上前並倚在酒吧的櫃臺上。他轉過頭，讓另一個男孩知道他看得見他。「Bonjour。」
「哈囉。」塞巴斯欽以英語回答道，伊德瑞斯的語言，儘管他說話時略帶法國口音。他的眼睛很窄。他對自己被發現似乎很吃驚，就像他在想塞巴斯欽可能是什麼：一個闇影獵人同伴，還是一個記號不明顯的巫師？
一些邪惡的東西正向這方向前進，強納森心想。而你甚至不知道。
「要是你讓我看你的 我就向你展示我的。」他提議，微笑著。他能從髒兮兮的鏡子中見到自己在微笑。他知道他笑的方式亮起了他的面龐，幾乎令他不能被抗拒。他父親對他多年的培訓練成了他現在微笑的樣子，笑得像個人類。
Jonathan ordinarily had little interest in anyone his own age — if there was anything duller than other people, it was other adolescents — but Sebastian Verlac was different. Jonathan had chosen him, carefully and specifically. Chosen him the way one might choose an expensive and custom-tailored suit.
Jonathan strolled over to him, taking his time and taking the boy’s measure. He had seen photographs, of course, but people always looked different in person. Sebastian was tall — the same height as Jonathan himself, and with the same slender build. His clothes looked like they would fit Jonathan perfectly. His hair was dark — Jonathan would have to dye his own, which was annoying, but not impossible. His eyes were black, too, and his features, though irregular, came together pleasingly: he had a friendly charisma that was attractive. He looked like it was easy for him to trust, easy to smile.
He looked like a fool.
Jonathan came up to the bar and leaned against it. He turned his head, allowing the other boy to recognize that he could see him. “Bonjour.”
“Hello,” Sebastian replied, in English, the language of Idris, though his was tinged faintly with a French accent. His eyes were narrow. He looked very startled to be seen at all, and as if he was wondering what Sebastian might be: fellow Shadowhunter, or a warlock with a sign that didn’t show?
Something wicked this way comes, Jonathan thought. And you don’t even know it.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he suggested, and smiled. He could see himself smiling in the grimy mirror over the bar. He knew the way it lit up his face, made him almost irresistible. His father had trained him for years to smile like that, like a human being.
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