My name is Sebastian Moran. I served in Afghanistan for a few years before I was 'dishonorably discharged'. I kill for a living and I work for a man who has a strange fascination for explosives and a man named Sherlock Holmes. I have been described as 'the second most dangerous man in London', the most dangerous being my employer.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Six inches. At least.
Why would it annoy me? Where is your logic behind that.
I know. I missed you too.
Sebastian threads his fingers in Jim’s hair, running them through his hair idly, smiling as he listens to Jim’s steady breathing. Quite suddenly, Sebastian feels a pang of guilt for leaving him for so long - two weeks, almost. The thought of willingly leaving him that long again makes Sebastian hold his lover closer, kissing the top of his head gently, repeating the promise over and over again in his head, yet all he says is another ‘I love you’.
[Moriarty’s biting his lip while he hides his face in Sebastian’s shoulder, if he had a heart, it is definitely breaking. He hadn’t slept ever since Sebastian left, and he was extremely tired. He doesn’t say ‘I love you’ back, not trusting himself to, because love is caring, and caring is bad. He can’t, no, not anymore. It’s just-]
Don’t leave me ever again.
[And he’s whispering this while he desperately clings onto Sebastian. He’s bit his lip bloody, but that didn’t matter.]
I won’t. Ever. I really do mean it.
Sebastian looks down at Jim, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He knows he’s not asleep however. He barely sleeps. Sebastian wonders how much Jim had slept while he was gone. From what he had seen of the man’s face, it seemed as though he hadn’t slept at all.
You haven’t slept, have you?
Jim shakes his head, kissing his head once more as he murmurs ‘sleep’. He simply nods, keeping his head down still. Sebastian would normally move them, but his muscles didn’t seem to want to cooperate, nor was it likely that Jim would move if he was asked. So they stay there, and Sebastian doesn’t sleep until he’s fairly sure his lover is getting his well needed rest.
He smiles, only a slight twitch of the corner of his lips, but a smile nevertheless, as Jim turns to face him. He speaks quietly, a soft murmur as he presses his lips to the corner of Jim’s mouth, ‘I’m sorry, I love you.’. Sebastian hates for the man to be so quiet, it tends to be more unsettling than the shouting, the threats and the violence. It’s makes him so much harder to read. He continues to kiss Jim’s lips softly, making the same promise over and over.
…and I mean it.[As he is kissed again and again with every apologize and I love you’s, Moriarty doesn’t know what to say. He wants to buy it, he wants to believe it. It’ll happen again, you know, Jimmy, he’ll leave you again someday. He kisses Sebastian back the last time, because everyone can lie to themselves, and finally slips his arms around Sebastian’s waist. He pulls away to press his face into Sebastian’s shoulder.]
I’ve missed you.
I know. I missed you too.
Sebastian threads his fingers in Jim’s hair, running them through his hair idly, smiling as he listens to Jim’s steady breathing. Quite suddenly, Sebastian feels a pang of guilt for leaving him for so long - two weeks, almost. The thought of willingly leaving him that long again makes Sebastian hold his lover closer, kissing the top of his head gently, repeating the promise over and over again in his head, yet all he says is another ‘I love you’.
I am.
Sebastian pauses, his lips resting against Jim’s neck. He looks up with a sigh; Jim is still refusing to look at him. He sits up, taking Jim into his arms and just holds him.
I’m sorry. Please look at me.
[Still stubborn, Moriarty simply shakes his head and keeps his eyes trained on the window he had been staring at ever since Sebastian had sat beside him. He lets himself be held, because he needs it, but he doesn’t say that. All he wanted at the moment was for Sebastian to promise him he’d stay, but the sniper had already left him once. What was to say he wouldn’t leave again?]
I can’t…
Sebastian didn’t really know what to do. It was always hard to read his lover, and right now was certainly no exception. His arms tighten around Jim’s waist, sighing in defeat. All he could think to do was to apologise again, something which was unlikely to work.
I’m sorry. I promise I won’t leave again.
He tilts his head in order to get a slightly better view of Jim’s face, as he takes one of his hands and squeezes it lightly.
[Moriarty flinches when those words he so badly wanted to (not) hear. He tries to pull away, thoughts of panic starting to churn through his head. Liar, liar, sings the voices in his head and no, no, no, Sebastian don’t say that, we’re all going to die one day. He doesn’t move as his hand is squeezed, can’t, but he turns just slowly to face Sebastian. He doesn’t say anything.]
He smiles, only a slight twitch of the corner of his lips, but a smile nevertheless, as Jim turns to face him. He speaks quietly, a soft murmur as he presses his lips to the corner of Jim’s mouth, ‘I’m sorry, I love you.’. Sebastian hates for the man to be so quiet, it tends to be more unsettling than the shouting, the threats and the violence. It’s makes him so much harder to read. He continues to kiss Jim’s lips softly, making the same promise over and over.
…and I mean it.
I am.
Sebastian pauses, his lips resting against Jim’s neck. He looks up with a sigh; Jim is still refusing to look at him. He sits up, taking Jim into his arms and just holds him.
I’m sorry. Please look at me.
[Still stubborn, Moriarty simply shakes his head and keeps his eyes trained on the window he had been staring at ever since Sebastian had sat beside him. He lets himself be held, because he needs it, but he doesn’t say that. All he wanted at the moment was for Sebastian to promise him he’d stay, but the sniper had already left him once. What was to say he wouldn’t leave again?]
I can’t…
Sebastian didn’t really know what to do. It was always hard to read his lover, and right now was certainly no exception. His arms tighten around Jim’s waist, sighing in defeat. All he could think to do was to apologise again, something which was unlikely to work.
I’m sorry. I promise I won’t leave again.
He tilts his head in order to get a slightly better view of Jim’s face, as he takes one of his hands and squeezes it lightly.
Did you?
He runs his fingers through Jim’s hair, closing the gap between their bodies as he presses his lips to Jim’s neck. Sebastian speaks in between kisses, his voice soft and low.
I’m sorry.
[Moriarty sighs as he felt Sebastian’s body heat against his, followed by the kisses to his neck. He had missed him, far too much, and he hates it because caring was useless and caring only got into his line of work. It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair. And he continued looking away because he just can’t bear to look Sebastian in the eyes.]
No, you’re not…
I am.
Sebastian pauses, his lips resting against Jim’s neck. He looks up with a sigh; Jim is still refusing to look at him. He sits up, taking Jim into his arms and just holds him.
I’m sorry. Please look at me.
Sebastian catches the box and sets it back down on the coffee table, sitting down next to Jim as he does so.
You kept them? Sentiment? he grins, lapping up the blood that had poured from his nose to his lips.
I only kept them just so I can track you, you right bastard.
[He slams his feet onto the coffee table right next to the box, and settles them there, crossing his arms once more and turning away to glare at something else that isn’t Sebastian. It wasn’t sentiment or anything, really.]
Did you?
He runs his fingers through Jim’s hair, closing the gap between their bodies as he presses his lips to Jim’s neck. Sebastian speaks in between kisses, his voice soft and low.
I’m sorry.
Sebastian smiles at the vibration in his pocket and the click of the door as it unlocks. He opens the door and glances around the familiar hallway as he closes the door behind him. He paces slowly, arms folded across his chest.
I’m home! He says with a smirk.
[As soon as those words left Sebastian’s mouth, Moriarty pounces onto the sniper and punches him in the face with every word that he said.]
I. Fucking. Missed. You. Too. You. Bloody. Fucker.
[Then he gets off Sebastian, dusting himself as he walks away from the man into the living room.]
Sebastian can’t help laughing as Jim speaks, despite the hard hits to his face, and despite the fact that blood is running steadily from his nose. His eyes follow Jim until he’s out of sight, and he saunters behind, smile still on his face.
[Moriarty sits himself on the couch, crossing his arms as he stares up at Sebastian who had followed him. He produces a box from under the coffee table, pulling out all the postcards Sebastian had sent, and throwing it at the man in frustration.]
Fuck you.
Sebastian catches the box and sets it back down on the coffee table, sitting down next to Jim as he does so.
You kept them? Sentiment? he grins, lapping up the blood that had poured from his nose to his lips.
Sebastian smiles at the vibration in his pocket and the click of the door as it unlocks. He opens the door and glances around the familiar hallway as he closes the door behind him. He paces slowly, arms folded across his chest.
I’m home! He says with a smirk.
[As soon as those words left Sebastian’s mouth, Moriarty pounces onto the sniper and punches him in the face with every word that he said.]
I. Fucking. Missed. You. Too. You. Bloody. Fucker.
[Then he gets off Sebastian, dusting himself as he walks away from the man into the living room.]
Sebastian can’t help laughing as Jim speaks, despite the hard hits to his face, and despite the fact that blood is running steadily from his nose. His eyes follow Jim until he’s out of sight, and he saunters behind, smile still on his face.
