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Marking Moran;
Jim stood before Sebastian, looking him over and contemplating where his mark would reside. His fingers traced Moran's sternum, his hip, round onto his shoulder, the base of his spine, back to the nape of his neck. Making his decision, Jim smirked and poked Sebastian directly over his heart.
"What do you think? Seems fitting." nodding to himself, Jim gestured, "Shirt, off."
You're so confident of your own skills it pisses me off sometimes. The way you just march off into dangerous situations without telling anyone (me) Without leaving any kind of message. You're such a prat I often wonder why I work for you...
Confidence isn't misplaced, darling.
And you still work for me because I give you that thrill that you can't find anywhere else and you know it.
Emerald.. (And then the ones he doesn't dare say out loud, Red,black,grey,teal,green,purple and aquamarine)
Yes, that is why I hired you.
Double Demons
The night prior had been... tiring, to put it bluntly, politely. Jim had slept for the first time in weeks, there in Sebastian's bed, nestled against his sniper, and he had slept well into the day, as well. When he awoke, sun was already streaming in the window, and it was tempting to just turn the other way, hide his face in Sebastian's chest, and go back to sleep, sunshine be damned.
So he tried to do just that. But Sebastian wasn't there. Was it really that late?
A quick glance to the bedside clock told Jim that no, it was only just shy of noon, so it wasn't unreasonably late... so where was he?
There were sounds coming from elsewhere in the apartment, so Sebastian was up, and doing... something or other, then. Jim slipped out of bed, and didn't take the time to pull anything on before wandering out to find him. "...Sebastian?"
A step and another half-step into the kitchen, and something not-right clicked in Jim's as-yet sleep-addled head. Someone was there who shouldn't have been, and there he was, standing in the doorway in naught but his skin. "...Who is this, then?" He had to act like everything was normal, that it wasn't strange to introduce oneself to someone new whilst standing there naked. "And why was I not informed of their... visit...?"
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You alright?
Mhm. Just fine, Sebby. -Said as he is rather unaware of most things around him, clearly-
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*LE GASP!* I am HONORED!
YOU REALISE IT IS BECAUSE YOU WERE A CREEPER, RIGHT?
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The Bothersome Pestilence
It was the middle of the night and Jim was still wide awake in his bed. He tried to lay as still as possible and think about anything else except the twisting and turning in his stomach. He was already breathing heavily, trying to take deep and calming breaths to make the nausea go away. He sighed, shivering. It was clear how this would end.
He had started to feel sick in the evening, when - much to Sebastian’s annoyance - he had refused to eat his plate empty during dinner. Afterwards he had closed himself in his room and told Sebastian that under no circumstances should he be disturbed, because he intended to work the rest of the day. In reality he had gone straight to bed and slept, only to be woken up by the churning in his stomach.
Jim sat up, sighing and closing his eyes for a brief moment. He had three options. He could try to stay in bed and ignore the way he was feeling, which would pretty much just mean that he was waiting for the inevitable in bed. He could also leave for the trip to the bathroom already and thus avoid the rush. The third option was to wake Sebastian and let the sniper make the decisions for him, which at the moment seemed like the most tempting option of them all, but also the most humiliating. Not that he wouldn't have wanted Seb to look after him but every time things ended up like this, Jim felt weak and it really wasn't-...
Oh fuck it. Just a few nights ago the sniper had witnessed Jim's emotional breakdown. It's not like this was any worse than that even though it physically felt a lot worse. Jim stood up and walked to Sebastian's room, knocking on the door. This time he wasn't there to ask Sebastian to sleep next to him. Neither did he open the door like he used to do. Face pale and feeling dizzy, Jim leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Seb to open the door.
