Easy, Tiger

In which Amy RPs things and cries over other things. Craig Parkinson is God.

[romanceofcrime]

[believeincparks-blog]

[richardsbrook]

[fuckyeahmisfitsgifs-blog]

[mrbeniciodeltoro]

[colonelbashermoran]

It's hard to look away, impossible to pretend this isn't happening, but damned if he doesn't try. Telling himself that if he closes his eyes, this will all go away. He exhales slowly, concentrating on the desert dust swirling above his head, on anything that will distract him from the fact that there's corpses everywhere; soldiers, comrades, good men, and they're all gone. Gone except for the ones that are getting back up, pulling their bullet-ridden bodies upright with effort that's not human at all, but he really, really, tries not to think about that. (He doesn't think about the one lying next to him, either, or how round after round fired into its chest hadn't even slowed it down.) He finally gathers enough resolve to get up and crawl his way out of the ditch, rifle clutched close to his chest. The whole expanse of the desert stares back at him, more endless than ever. Gunshots start up again in the distance, snapping him back into focus and he breaks into a run towards the source. If there's a gun firing, there has to be someone alive the fire it, right?

[colonelbashermoran]

John pulled back to look him in the eyes and felt his chest tighten with apprehension. He curled his hand around the back of Sebastian’s neck, moving closer before he could change his mind, barely mouthing against his lips and kissing him tentatively.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

Sebastian didn’t react for a moment, half surprised that John actually took initiative and half… scared? He mentally cursed himself for being, of all things, of kissing someone. He was plenty used to that… Once he fully realized what an idiot he looked like, he quickly returned the kiss, his grip on John’s hips tightening ever-so-slightly.

[colonelbashermoran]

He leaned into him, vaguely aware that his heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest and he paused long enough to let himself breathe. He slid a hand through Sebastian's hair, tugging on it slightly to tilt his head back, deepening the kiss. 

[colonelbashermoran]

“No I just couldn’t reach you, idiot,” he said with a soft smile, leaning forward to press  their foreheads together and wrap his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders. “Do you ever shut up?”

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“No, not unless it’s worth it.” He said, setting is hands on John’s hips. He closed his eyes, letting himself be distracted by the moment. “I’m sure you could find some way to shut me up, though…”

[colonelbashermoran]

John pulled back to look him in the eyes and felt his chest tighten with apprehension. He curled his hand around the back of Sebastian's neck, moving closer before he could change his mind, barely mouthing against his lips and kissing him tentatively.

[colonelbashermoran]

John reached up and grabbed both his arms, more or less managing to pull Seb down to his knees in front of him. “You’re too damn tall,” he murmured with a frustrated scowl. 

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…Is this gonna get kinky? Because I think that’s a pretty far leap from five minutes ago.” He asked, shifting on his knees with a cheeky grin. 

[colonelbashermoran]

"No I just couldn't reach you, idiot," he said with a soft smile, leaning forward to press  their foreheads together and wrap his arms around Sebastian's shoulders. "Do you ever shut up?"

[colonelbashermoran]

[colonelbashermoran]

“Shut up you know I do,” he snapped, letting go of his hand . His eyes narrowed and he pushed away from the table, blushing fiercely. “Come here dammit,” he demanded, motioning for him.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

Sebastian grinned, half-tempted to climb over the table. But seeing as how he was 6’4” and it didn’t look particularly stable, he decided against it, walking around it and over to him. “Yes, Johnny-boy?”

[colonelbashermoran]

John reached up and grabbed both his arms, more or less managing to pull Seb down to his knees in front of him. "You're too damn tall," he murmured with a frustrated scowl. 

[colonelbashermoran]

John’s breath hitched and he clenched Seb’s hand tighter, blinking rapidly. He was somewhat taken aback and he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, barely managing to look him in the eyes. “Okay-” he blurted out, and then forced himself to breath. “I mean- it’s fine…”

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…Well Jesus! You don’t have to get so excited.” He rolled his eyes pulling his hand back slightly, “If you don’t want it to go like that, just say.”

[colonelbashermoran]

"Shut up you know I do," he snapped, letting go of his hand . His eyes narrowed and he pushed away from the table, blushing fiercely. "Come here dammit," he demanded, motioning for him.

[colonelbashermoran]

“We don’t have to-” John said, looking down. “Let’s just… Do whatever feels right…” his voice trailed off when he noticed Seb’s hand inching closer to him. He took it tentatively, still not looking at him.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“I quite like the idea actually… ” He watched John for a reaction, hoping for some sort of positive reaction, trying to ignore the nagging in the back of his head. “Us being together, I mean. If you’re interested, that is…”

[colonelbashermoran]

Johnseb~

John looked down at their hands, smirking slightly. “‘Course I’m interested,” he muttered, feeling immensely shy and hating himself for it. “I would never have let you in the door if I wasn’t.” He paused, giving Seb’s hand a small squeeze. “I just don’t want to put a label on this…whatever this is,” he said, gesturing between them. “Not yet.”

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…Can I kiss you then?” Way to look like an arse, Seb. He laughed awkwardly, making a face, “…Sorry, never mind, that was stupid of me to ask.”

[colonelbashermoran]

John's breath hitched and he clenched Seb's hand tighter, blinking rapidly. He was somewhat taken aback and he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, barely managing to look him in the eyes. "Okay-" he blurted out, and then forced himself to breath. "I mean- it's fine..."

[colonelbashermoran]

[colonelbashermoran]

“We don’t have to-” John said, looking down. “Let’s just… Do whatever feels right…” his voice trailed off when he noticed Seb’s hand inching closer to him. He took it tentatively, still not looking at him.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“I quite like the idea actually… ” He watched John for a reaction, hoping for some sort of positive reaction, trying to ignore the nagging in the back of his head. “Us being together, I mean. If you’re interested, that is…”

[colonelbashermoran]

John looked down at their hands, smirking slightly. "'Course I'm interested," he muttered, feeling immensely shy and hating himself for it. "I would never have let you in the door if I wasn't." He paused, giving Seb's hand a small squeeze. "I just don't want to put a label on this...whatever this is," he said, gesturing between them. "Not yet."

[colonelbashermoran]

Johnseb~

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Okay?” Sebastian blinked, taking a breath in an effort to force himself back into that military attitude he tended to take refuge in at these sorts of times. “Nothing to worry about—I’m just in a bad mood.”

[colonelbashermoran]

John jerked his hand back and moved away from him, frowning. “Alright. Fine,” he said, more sharply than he had intended. He resisted the urge to retreat to his room and sank onto the chair opposite Sebastian instead, hunkering down and closing his eyes. “Fine,” he repeated with a sigh.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…Sorry.” Seb said after a long silence, looking over at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be under such lock and key, it’s just what I do.” He chewed his lower lip, looking genuinely guilty, “Jim wasn’t the best listener for this stuff, so I didn’t really bother saying anything mostly.”

[colonelbashermoran]

“No it’s okay. I don’t expect you to be an open book,” John said, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward. He started to reach across the table for Seb’s hand but he thought better of it and stopped. “Just don’t run from me,” he stammered, looking away. “From… Whatever this is, whatever it is we have here-“

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

Sebastian noticed John’s hand and was tempted to take it, but all he could think about was how displeased Jim would be. God, he could almost hear his voice, threatening to chop him up into little bits and feed him to his second sniper’s dog. “I’m not.” At least not yet… 

[colonelbashermoran]

“Fine. But if you want to talk, about anything, I’m here,” he said softly. He reached out and touched Seb’s arm lightly before pulling back and frowning. He rubbed his eyes, suddenly all too aware of how red he was turning. “Okay?” he asked, feeling embarrassed and annoyed with himself 

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…So we’ve got a thing, then?” He asked, one brow raised as he urged his hand forward, hiding a smirk. 

[colonelbashermoran]

"We don't have to-" John said, looking down. "Let's just... Do whatever feels right..." his voice trailed off when he noticed Seb's hand inching closer to him. He took it tentatively, still not looking at him.

[colonelbashermoran]

Johnseb~

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Okay?” Sebastian blinked, taking a breath in an effort to force himself back into that military attitude he tended to take refuge in at these sorts of times. “Nothing to worry about—I’m just in a bad mood.”

[colonelbashermoran]

John jerked his hand back and moved away from him, frowning. “Alright. Fine,” he said, more sharply than he had intended. He resisted the urge to retreat to his room and sank onto the chair opposite Sebastian instead, hunkering down and closing his eyes. “Fine,” he repeated with a sigh.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…Sorry.” Seb said after a long silence, looking over at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be under such lock and key, it’s just what I do.” He chewed his lower lip, looking genuinely guilty, “Jim wasn’t the best listener for this stuff, so I didn’t really bother saying anything mostly.”

[colonelbashermoran]

“No it’s okay. I don’t expect you to be an open book,” John said, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward. He started to reach across the table for Seb’s hand but he thought better of it and stopped. “Just don’t run from me,” he stammered, looking away. “From… Whatever this is, whatever it is we have here-“

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

Sebastian noticed John’s hand and was tempted to take it, but all he could think about was how displeased Jim would be. God, he could almost hear his voice, threatening to chop him up into little bits and feed him to his second sniper’s dog. “I’m not.” At least not yet… 

[colonelbashermoran]

"Fine. But if you want to talk, about anything, I'm here," he said softly. He reached out and touched Seb's arm lightly before pulling back and frowning. He blinked, suddenly all too aware of how red he was turning. He scratched his neck sheepishly, embarrassed and annoyed with himself. "Okay?" 

[colonelbashermoran]

Johnseb~

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Okay?” Sebastian blinked, taking a breath in an effort to force himself back into that military attitude he tended to take refuge in at these sorts of times. “Nothing to worry about—I’m just in a bad mood.”

[colonelbashermoran]

John jerked his hand back and moved away from him, frowning. “Alright. Fine,” he said, more sharply than he had intended. He resisted the urge to retreat to his room and sank onto the chair opposite Sebastian instead, hunkering down and closing his eyes. “Fine,” he repeated with a sigh.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“…Sorry.” Seb said after a long silence, looking over at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be under such lock and key, it’s just what I do.” He chewed his lower lip, looking genuinely guilty, “Jim wasn’t the best listener for this stuff, so I didn’t really bother saying anything mostly.”

[colonelbashermoran]

"No it's okay. I don't expect you to be an open book," John said, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward. He started to reach across the table for Seb's hand but he thought better of it and stopped. "Just don't run from me," he stammered, looking away. "From... Whatever this is, whatever it is we have here-"

[colonelbashermoran]

Johnseb~

[colonelbashermoran]

John jerked awake when he heard the door open. He frowned at the clock, noticing that Seb had been gone for several hours but he didn’t say anything, understanding his need for space. “Hey,” he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes and turning slightly to flash him a small smile.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“Hello.” He said, setting the milk carton on the table, along with a bottle of alcohol that had been very difficult to abstain from on the very long walk home. “Took longer than I was expecting. Sorry.”

[colonelbashermoran]

“No it’s fine,” John insisted, standing up and walking into the kitchen. He attempted to sort out his hair and clothes a bit, glancing down at himself and noticing how rumpled from sleep he was. “Christ I need to get a job,” he mumbled under his breath. He leaned against the counter and glanced at Seb, noticing he seemed uneasy for some reason. “You alright?”

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“That depends. How many times does one have to contemplate jumping in front of moving cars to be considered not okay?” Seb paused, sighing and shaking his head, “No, never mind. I’m fine. I just needed to clear my head, is all.” He sat at the table, staring at the bottle as if to see how long he could keep himself away.

[colonelbashermoran]

John was slightly taken aback and he narrowed his eyes, eyebrows knitting together with worry. He moved forward to stand closer to him, reaching out involuntarily to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. “Seb. Don’t,” he breathed. “You can talk about it,” he said after a pause, trying to look him in the eyes.

[thisrpblogwillhavenodashes]

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Okay?” Sebastian blinked, taking a breath in an effort to force himself back into that military attitude he tended to take refuge in at these sorts of times. “Nothing to worry about—I’m just in a bad mood.”

[colonelbashermoran]

John jerked his hand back and moved away from him, frowning. "Alright. Fine," he said, more sharply than he had intended. He resisted the urge to retreat to his room and sank onto the chair opposite Sebastian instead, hunkering down and closing his eyes. "Fine," he repeated with a sigh.