Unexpected || Jim and Severin
Jim stared up at the man, both hands now clasped about his thigh; encompassing the wound in an obvious attempt to stem the blood flow. His eyes grew wild. “Are you really such an idiotic creature!? Oh look, a gunshot wound. Don’t you think someone will be looking for me?! At least Sebastian would be of some use, rather than such an impertinent child such as yourself.”
A small blade was retrieved from about his calf. There was no hesitation as he drove the tip of the knife into the wound, a ridiculous attempt to dislodge the bullet, his dazed state caused the tip of the blade to greet the bullet in question. Vague crunching noise audible to him, cells being compressed and abused beneath the bullets tapered tip. He shouted in anger at his failure, before hurling the knife towards Severin’s face, blade catching the man about the ear; before plunging into the wall past him.
“—AND WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF SEBASTIAN FINDS ME DEAD IN HIS FLAT?!” Jim sneered towards the man as his vision swam, musical notes debauched his voice as he spoke. “What would he leave of you? Hmm?”
The ex-soldier simply raised an eyebrow at the insults, wondering silently how his brother put up with this man. The knife flying at him after Moriarty had dug it into his leg with a vicious indelicacy was just icing on top of this violent first meeting, "OKAY FINE. For fuck's sake! Calm down you lunatic, I'll get the damn first aid kit if only to shut you up. Jesus."
Severin turned and took the knife out of the wall, twirling it in his fingers before disappearing down the hallway toward the bathroom before he could be tempted to throw it into Moriarty's head. He rinsed off the blade and grabbed the large metal box they kept everything from bandages to powerful painkillers in case of emergencies. Old military habits die hard, especially with the Morans who never really left the battlefield in the first place.
Returning to where Jim was sprawled out on the couch, Sev knelt on the floor nearest to the wounded leg. He obviously wasn't happy about being ordered around like this, but the criminal did make a valid point- it was better than having to explain it to his brother who already seemed so attached to his new boss. With a strong set to his jaw he moved the criminal's hands away, "Just... stay still," was the only thing he muttered harshly before beginning the process of removing the bullet. He did his best to do so delicately; practiced hands moving as quickly as possible, recalling the skills he needed while trying to forget the gory memories that were tied to them.
