[Fuck. Sorry I’ve been away again. Jim sort of fucked off to who knows where and I’ve been really busy. I’m also have kidney issues again (stone in the right one, again) so I’ve been going to the Doctor and such. I’ll try to get on again soon. I’m so sorry everyone!]
[Back. And looking for a Moran?]
[Perhaps now that I’m back, I should invest in finding a new Moran. Anyone up for a chat, to see if my Jim and your Seb mesh right?]
Have I ever let you down before Boss?
[I would love to!]
That’s up for debate, darling.
[Sure. I’m always up to RP (so long as Jim cooperates).]
Your Key Still Works
There was something unnerving about the way Jim could be so … blank. He looked down at the shorter man and remained calm and stoic. ” You aren’t always open to conversation sir,” He grunted quietly. After a long moment his features eased and softened a little.
" Glad to have you home," He murmured quietly, almost ashamed at how quickly Jim could get under his skin. How easy it was for the smaller man to cow him into a corner was unnerving at best. " Things have been… hectic in your absence," He said as he gave a slightly crooked smile.
"Glad, huh? Clearly." Jim rolled his eyes a bit at the other as his blankness seemed to slip and fade, almost bringing back the Jim Sebastian was sure to remember - almost. He had changed, over the time that he had been gone. Not much, subtle things, here and there, that weren’t actually physically noticeable. There were a few of those things, as well, however.
"Well, as long as you did your job." Jim stated and then straightened his suit, with sheer nonchalance. "Now, where were we? I do believe we had some things to do today… got to do something interesting, have a little fun… mess around and cause a little chaos. I’ve been gone, far too long…" He was skating over the fact that Sebastian would probably rather them spend time alone, catching up.
He couldn’t help the smirk that started to form on his chapped lips. There it was. The condescending voice of reason. The one who knew it all and would be his guiding hand. In a way, he missed the abuse he received. It had become the norm, something to look forward to on nights when he wasn’t working.
"Eh, can’t say ‘ve completely let mahself go. ‘mean, ‘ve got that rugged look goin’ fer me."
He knew he was asking for more, and in some form, begging for the harshness that was Jim Moriarty. He was right of course. He had been a mess. He’d always been an emotional man, though never crying, simply getting angry or feeling too much.
He reached into the breast pocket and pulled out a silver case, opening it and sticking a fag between his puckered lips. Slipping his lighter out of his pocket, Sebastian flicked the light on and off, watching the flame but never lighting the cig.
"I haven’t changed that much, Boss. ‘m still the bastard ya’ve come t’ know an’ love."
And there it was, him digging a hole and just asking to feel the backside of Jim’s hand.
"Not exactly the way I’d put it.” Jim snorted a bit and then rolled his eyes. He hadn’t missed this tone or way of talking, from the other man. Sure, he’d admit, he sort of missed the way he could do as he pleased to the other and he just sort of stayed, heeling to his side, like a good little pet - and that’s what he often was, a good little pet.
Except for the few times he bit that hand that fed.
Watching Sebastian, Jim narrowed his eyes sharply, as if to give the other a ‘don’t you dare’ that he didn’t really need verbalized. Sebastian wasn’t the brightest, was downright daft at times, but he wasn’t always as such - he had his moments of intelligence.
Jim was about to speak, when he heard the other’s next line and Sebastian got exactly what he seemed to be asking for - a swift backhand to the face, probably a bit more harshly than was warranted, however.
"Don’t use that word around me." He spat, venom heavy in his words.
"Did some good? I did fuckin’ great."
He growled low, but said nothing more as he turned to face the window. He’d changed some since Jim’s ‘passing’ and he’d let himself go some. Sure, he took the time to work out, trying to tone the muscles he had, but his lack of eating had shown some on his face, cheeks gaunt and eyes hollowed not just from lack of sleep. His hair was longer than how he normally kept it and he found he preferred it this way than the typical cut he kept. Though, stubble littered his chin. He’d have to shave sooner or later.
The sniper’s muscles tensed at the touches, a vein popping in his neck and the new scar that ran from his cheek to just under his jaw seemed to turn a shade of red.
"Good?" He scoffed. " ‘m the fuckin’ best. Ya’d be lucky t’ have me again."
A cocky smirk spread over his lips.
Narrowing his eyes at the other, Jim tilted his head slightly. “Excuse me?” He questioned, pulling his hands back completely, folding his arms. “Oh no, no, no… you’ve got this all wrong, Sebastian… you’re lucky I came back.” He said and then shook his head. “Have you seen yourself? Have you looked in a mirror? You’re an absolute mess without me… it’s pathetic.”
He sighed and then turned away. “Well, I suppose that’s to be expected… after all, you always were so very weak with emotions… couldn’t quite get them right. I’m not surprised you’re so broken up about everything… so weakened… you’ve let yourself go a bit, as well… not the same Tiger I once knew.”
Sebastian breathed out. Of course he knew, but he hadn’t been thinking, just wanted to get an early start to his day. “I’m sorry” he said “let me make it up to you. Just tell me what to do.”
"Oh, isn’t that cute, how sweet of you.” Rolling his eyes, Jim pulled…
"Yes sir" He replied, keeping his smile tucked away for now. He wouldn’t tease the man any farther, he had a feeling Jim wouldn’t be in the mood for it for very long. "What do you have planned for today?" He asked, following after Jim and pulling a suit out for himself.
"Some interesting work, I suppose. Not all that much, but it requires you to look nice…" Jim said and then sighed. To be honest, he wasn’t sure how the day was going to go, but he was hoping they both walked out of it alive - it would be such a pain to have to deal with finding a new sniper, at the moment.
Your Key Still Works
The sniper glanced around the space quietly thankful everything was still the same. Always the same. That was the one thing about Jim that Sebastian was always thankful for. The man was meticulous at the best of times. He was very particular about where he put things or how something should be set away. It meant that Sebastian never had to rememorize things. For a sniper that was a good thing.
He turned the corner in the hall to go up the stairs and put his bag and gun on his bed. It was still neatly made with the gunmetal grey sheets. Pressing his mouth into a line he huffed quietly and shook his head a bit before turning to head back down to maybe turn the TV on for noise while he sorted through food, he wasn’t sure how much Jim had taken care to throw out to keep it from spoiling, and cleaned away the layer of dust from everything.
Stepping into the sitting room he stopped short, instead choosing to hover in the doorway. Sitting in the chair was a familiar form. All clean pressed lines and blank expression as he turned the knife over and over again. Sebastian watched the glint of low light on the blade warily. ” Long time…” he murmured quietly after a little while, if only to break the thickening silence.
Jim didn’t say a word, didn’t move from his seat, though his hand did stop. The knife was held up, open and clearly something Jim could use, if he was to attack, but he wasn’t doing anything at all. After a few moments, he carefully turned his head, to look at the other, his expression and features still blank.
Closing the knife, Jim stood and pocketed it, before he silently walked over to the other. Standing before Sebastian, he looked up at him, his head tilting to the side in his usual characteristic manner. He seemed to be staring at Sebastian, as though he was trying to burn holes into him, with his eyes alone - which he was likely doing, metaphorically.
After another long moment of silence, Jim spoke, quiet and even, quite calm. “Is that all you have to say?” He questioned. “All of this time, and that’s all I get?”
[Sorry I’ve been away. Went to the Boyfriend’s and then got stuck there, because of weather, and today I had work. I’m back now. Who do I owe?]
Your Key Still Works
Sebastian frowned down at the message on his cell as he slipped out of his car. It wasn’t the first time Jim had gone off and disappeared into the fabric of life. Every time it happened, he just went home to his flat and dealt with it until he decided to show back up again. He took care of things that needed to be taken care of, tied up loose ends and just kept himself busy. Tonight this message was enough to tell him he could go back to the house. He grabbed up his bag, always packed, and his gun and locked down everything before jumping in his car and pulling away from his second home.
It was senseless and he got there in no time at all. It never changed. He wandered up to the door with his things over his shoulder and turned the lock over quietly. Whether the boss was there or not he didn’t know but he could settle into his room again and clean his gun.
Jim often disappeared, it wasn’t anything new, but this particular time, he’d been gone for a while. Over a year, in fact, so it would be interesting to see if Sebastian took it in stride - like he usually did - or if he lashed out. Honestly, Jim couldn’t care less whether or not the marksman was angry with him for just leaving, without a goodbye or reason. He was sitting in the flat, toying with one of his knives, a blank expression on his face, as he looked at the wall opposite him. Things hadn’t changed there, as he’d gotten the flat locked down, before he left, and made sure no one knew it even existed.
He didn’t hear the door, nor the sound of the other’s boots up the steps, simply twirling the knife in his hand, playing with it, opening and closing it, occasionally, as though a remembered method.
Stop it with your face.