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"This wouldn't have happened if you weren't so jealous!"

“I say what I fuckin’ feel.”

“He wasn’t hitting on me you just assumed he was because we were having a present conversation!” He growled.

“I can assume anything when it comes to you Jim Moriarty.” Sebastian all but growled at him. “I know you can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself.”

He narowed his eyes at him. “Im not a whore Seb!” He gowled hitting him. “Ive be loyal.”

“Stop hitting me.” He grumbled at him, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t stop being jealous.”

“I just want you to trust me!” He whimpered. “I LOVE YOU!”

Love me. Seb thought about those words a moment before he let out a sigh. “…Are you sure you do?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything ever.” He said looking up at Sebastian with sad eyes.

“...I know sir, I can tell.” He moved to touch his cheek, fingers staying on the skin, taking him in.

Defendant

@hisconsultingcriminal

“Seven.” Sebastian grunted as Jim hit him. “That’s seven out of fourteen hits you’ve managed to land. At least your accuracy is improving.” He commented as he stepped from the man, removing the padding he’d put on to protect his chest during the practice ring.

“But fifty percent is still fifty percent. If you hit an assailant fifty percent of the time, he isn’t going to go down, and he most certainly won’t let you get to fourteen hits in hope you’ll land seven. You have to land seven in a row at the beginning…before he can land seven in a row on you.” He looked over at the man who was his master, his employer, his student in the current moment. But then the gloves would come off, literally, and Jim would be back to being Moriarty, King.

“Are you done for now? Or should we go again?” He asked, reaching for water and pouring two glasses, one for himself and the other for his boss.

Jim was pouring sweat nodding as Seb gave him tips. Trying to catch his breath. “If youd slow down a bit Seb.” He sighed as he concentrated on Sebs words. “No I’m finished, lets ho get some scotch and take out.” He sighed.

“I can’t slow down. That’s not reality.” He replied but nodded and handed him the glass of water and a towel, before walking with him from the training room towards the mini bar in their living room. He poured them three fingers full. “What takeout do you want?”

“I know but starting slow and getting faster will alow me to hit vital point whil gradually gaining speed making me mor acurate.” He said taking a sip. He followed, smiling. “Im not sure honestly, you pick.” He said picking up his glass.

“Its not reality.” Seb repeated. ‘You’re supposed to be practicing in between these sessions.” Seb grabbed his phone. “Sounds like fish and chips to me.”

“I know.” He grumbled as he told Sebastian what he wanted.

#CONGRATULATIONS #ooc #(you admire me? awww)

Seb ordered for them both before moving back towards him. He touched his back. “I just say it, because I don’t want you to be injured.”

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Defendant

@hisconsultingcriminal

“Seven.” Sebastian grunted as Jim hit him. “That’s seven out of fourteen hits you’ve managed to land. At least your accuracy is improving.” He commented as he stepped from the man, removing the padding he’d put on to protect his chest during the practice ring.

“But fifty percent is still fifty percent. If you hit an assailant fifty percent of the time, he isn’t going to go down, and he most certainly won’t let you get to fourteen hits in hope you’ll land seven. You have to land seven in a row at the beginning…before he can land seven in a row on you.” He looked over at the man who was his master, his employer, his student in the current moment. But then the gloves would come off, literally, and Jim would be back to being Moriarty, King.

“Are you done for now? Or should we go again?” He asked, reaching for water and pouring two glasses, one for himself and the other for his boss.

Jim was pouring sweat nodding as Seb gave him tips. Trying to catch his breath. “If youd slow down a bit Seb.” He sighed as he concentrated on Sebs words. “No I’m finished, lets ho get some scotch and take out.” He sighed.

“I can’t slow down. That’s not reality.” He replied but nodded and handed him the glass of water and a towel, before walking with him from the training room towards the mini bar in their living room. He poured them three fingers full. “What takeout do you want?”

“I know but starting slow and getting faster will alow me to hit vital point whil gradually gaining speed making me mor acurate.” He said taking a sip. He followed, smiling. “Im not sure honestly, you pick.” He said picking up his glass.

“Its not reality.” Seb repeated. ‘You’re supposed to be practicing in between these sessions.” Seb grabbed his phone. “Sounds like fish and chips to me.”

"This wouldn't have happened if you weren't so jealous!"

“I say what I fuckin’ feel.”

“He wasn’t hitting on me you just assumed he was because we were having a present conversation!” He growled.

“I can assume anything when it comes to you Jim Moriarty.” Sebastian all but growled at him. “I know you can’t be trusted to keep your hands to yourself.”

He narowed his eyes at him. “Im not a whore Seb!” He gowled hitting him. “Ive be loyal.”

“Stop hitting me.” He grumbled at him, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t stop being jealous.”

“I just want you to trust me!” He whimpered. “I LOVE YOU!”

#hisconsultingcriminal #wow seb

Love me. Seb thought about those words a moment before he let out a sigh. “...Are you sure you do?”

Occupational Hazard

poxsonmenace

He proceeded to thrash about through yell and gesture as the man on the other end OF the line, was unable to DIRECT him to those who he would deem as reasonable and decent replacements. It would take the man hours to do so apparently for they were STATIONED OUTSIDE London. That was almost unacceptable IN IT’S own sense for the equipment that was on offer, was sure to branch out to all areas. It was true to say that he cared not for those that turned to stare at him on the street, he knew that his manner would attract many eyes, and so, he was BANKING on attention. What came as a surprise to him however, was the fact that he got A VERBAL response. He turned to face the other then, phone pulled away from his ear so that he could drown out the sound OF the man on the line, to examine the other. Which he did, with drawn IN brows and crumpled lips. “And who are you?” Mumbled he, BLUNTLY.

“No one.” He answered, same tone, same face. He eyed him with a distinct glance to those morbid pools that passed for eyes, before smirking some and turning away from him.

He entered the crosswalk even as the numbers were counting down the time before the cars would be zipping past again, cutting the two off from each other. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen...

And still Seb was curious about the other, reaching in his jacket for a cig and a light, but he didn’t turn his head back.

#poxsonmenace

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Tanya Dziahileva by Greg Gex for Tank Magazine - Versace leather

#leather

“No there is nothing easy about your own.” He replied, putting the untaken smokes back in his jacket pocket. “You do realize that the men we’re going after, most of the men we go after, are not good people. They probably don’t subscribe to any creed or religion you do, don’t speak the language you do, sip tea at tea time…” He smirked slightly.

“They are just as vile and low as Jim Moriarty, and seeing as it is appallingly evident to me after having met you for not even a day, I can see right through you.” He looked into her eyes then, his own blue ones piercing. “You can kill, if the target was Jim Moriarty…wouldn’t you? Well in this case…it kinda is, mn?”

Alyssa listened to his words, nodding slowly at some, shaking her head vigiorously at others and she allowed her body to rest slightly against the cold leather. “I realise that there are always reasons we go after these men and that they are bad people, essentially, but that doesn’t make it morally right. They have families, people who love and care for them and we’re going to walk into their lives and take that person away from them, leaving them to mourn. It’s not right ‘Seb.’” She placed her head in her hands, her foot tapping softly against the floor of the car.

“What?” Alyssa sat upright, her body stiff, teetering on the edge. Her eyes faltered from his as she spoke. “I-I’ve never once mentioned harming Moriarty, where’d you get that idea from?” He was telling the truth, however.

“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes as he smoked, opening the window slightly to allow a steady stream of smoke to filter from the car into the air. He smirked. “You are easy to read. And this may come as news for you, but if I can read you, so can Jim.” He watched her reactions. clearly amused.

“Alyssa correct? Well listen Alyssa…its time that you grow up. This is…your last chance.”

“Well then, if Jim can read me as easily as you can then, he had better watch his back.” She laughed softly, once more letting her body fall against the back of the smooth, leather seating; it sounded ridiculous even to her. She wouldn’t harm the man because she was too caught up in his web.

Her head nodded slowly as he questioned her name, an angular, unimpressed eyebrow raising as further words fell from his mouth. “My last chance until what exactly? Do you know something I don’t?”

“I am fairly certain I know many things you don’t.” Sebastian informed her with a smirk. He winked at her and went back to smoking. “But that is unfortunately all I have to say on the subject for the moment.” He looked over as the car pulled out onto a runway.

He opened the door as the car stopped, getting out and grabbing their bags from the trunk. “Come along Ms. Alyssa, we have a plane to catch.”

Alyssa huffed at the wink, avoiding his gaze for a few moments, watching the ribbons of smoke dance in the breeze. “You can’t just leave me hanging; it sounds as though, I’ll either be dismissed if I fail or…well…killed.” She struggled to force out the last word because it seemed a little far-fetched and it terrified the young woman.

Getting out of the car, she slowly followed him, thanking him for carrying her bags, her eyes on the large, intimidating plane before them.

#ooc #that's my Lev blog #he's amazing

“You do realize that...nothing lasts forever..not even resistance.” He called back at her, voice louder over the sound of the engine. “You feel that way about it..? Do something.” He said as they entered the interior. He moved to slide their bags into the overhang. It wasn’t a large plane, a simple jetting style, large enough just for them to travel on.

“Strap in for takeoff Ms. Alyssa.” Seb said as he went to speak with the pilot.

#betrayedbymyownblood

If you ever wonder where I disappear to:

Here is my other happy place:

http://hellsgatekeeper.tumblr.com/

havisham

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Wild Geese, Mary Oliver (via havisham)

dark starter sentences

"You actually thought i cared about you?"

"I wonder how loudly i can make you scream in agony?"

"You're a monster!"

"It would be a shame if i had to damage that pretty face of yours."

"You're all mine now."

"How could you do this to me!?"

"I trusted you!"

"Is that supposed to scare me?"

"Put the knife down."

"You're scaring me..."

"I wonder how many volts it would take to kill you?"

"Why are you pointing that gun at me?"

"Let me go!"

"You're so cute when you struggle like that~"

"Your blood smells wonderful."

"Who did this to you?"

"You're in my way."

"I thought you were dead!"

"Help me!"

"Long live the king."

"What did they do to you?"

"What have you done?"

"Maybe i should carve a pretty picture in your flesh?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything fatal, I just need some information."

"I don't care what you do to me, I'll never tell you!"

"Stop it, your hurting me!"

"They'll kill you!"

"I hate you."

"The only reason I chained you up is to show you how much I love you!"

"If you keep struggling like that I'll have to punish you~"

mr-misty-vrisk-deactivated20160

Ask a brutally personal and/or awkward question for my muse to answer absolutely honestly

sidestuiff

Arranged marriage AU starter sentences

“So you’re my future bride/groom? You’re not what I expected at all.”

“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”

“Let’s get this straight, I’m only agreeing with this arrangement so my parents would shut up.”

“I…think I’m in love?”

“You don’t have to worry, I’m never going to touch you.”

“I look forward to getting to know you better.”

“Are you scared? Don’t be. ‘ll protect you from today onwards.”

“You are the reason why I can’t be happy.”

“I don’t want to marry you at all, the person I love is someone else.”

“We’ll make this work out.”

“Don’t run away from this, from me!”

“I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

“It’s crazy, isn’t it? Two complete strangers who know nothing about each other being brought together like this.”

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.”

“I know it’s already been arranged, but let me do this properly…Will you marry me?”

“All right, all right! If you’re so against it, then we can work together to sabotage our own wedding!”

“If I don’t win your heart in a month we can call off the wedding.”

“You are mine now. Don’t look at anyone else.”

“Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.”

“I have loved the idea of you since before you were even born.”

“ have been eagerly awaiting the day I could finally meet you…and I am not disappointed. You are beautiful.”

“I don’t think this is going to work out. It’s a mistake to go through with this.”

“No there is nothing easy about your own.” He replied, putting the untaken smokes back in his jacket pocket. “You do realize that the men we’re going after, most of the men we go after, are not good people. They probably don’t subscribe to any creed or religion you do, don’t speak the language you do, sip tea at tea time…” He smirked slightly.

“They are just as vile and low as Jim Moriarty, and seeing as it is appallingly evident to me after having met you for not even a day, I can see right through you.” He looked into her eyes then, his own blue ones piercing. “You can kill, if the target was Jim Moriarty…wouldn’t you? Well in this case…it kinda is, mn?”

Alyssa listened to his words, nodding slowly at some, shaking her head vigiorously at others and she allowed her body to rest slightly against the cold leather. “I realise that there are always reasons we go after these men and that they are bad people, essentially, but that doesn’t make it morally right. They have families, people who love and care for them and we’re going to walk into their lives and take that person away from them, leaving them to mourn. It’s not right ‘Seb.’” She placed her head in her hands, her foot tapping softly against the floor of the car.

“What?” Alyssa sat upright, her body stiff, teetering on the edge. Her eyes faltered from his as she spoke. “I-I’ve never once mentioned harming Moriarty, where’d you get that idea from?” He was telling the truth, however.

“Oh please.” He rolled his eyes as he smoked, opening the window slightly to allow a steady stream of smoke to filter from the car into the air. He smirked. “You are easy to read. And this may come as news for you, but if I can read you, so can Jim.” He watched her reactions. clearly amused.

“Alyssa correct? Well listen Alyssa…its time that you grow up. This is…your last chance.”

“Well then, if Jim can read me as easily as you can then, he had better watch his back.” She laughed softly, once more letting her body fall against the back of the smooth, leather seating; it sounded ridiculous even to her. She wouldn’t harm the man because she was too caught up in his web.

Her head nodded slowly as he questioned her name, an angular, unimpressed eyebrow raising as further words fell from his mouth. “My last chance until what exactly? Do you know something I don’t?”