#sebori

[naughtynecromancer]

'I really don’t want to be the guy who dies in the first ten minutes of the movie because he’s like, “You know what? Let’s take out the Ouija board. What could possibly go wrong?” '

Mori giggled softly at him, her nose scrunching at the bridge, the sound like silver bells tinkling softly over green hills as she shook her head, pointing to herself with a mischievous smile. "First off, Necromancer, so you would be dead all of like five seconds, but that fact aside, I really don't like Ouija boards or trust them, so none of that for you. You're the final girl babe, you last til the end." She teased him playfully with a smile as she looked up at him.

[naughtynecromancer]

" Okay so ...I may have made a huge but adorable mistake-"

"Sebbykins, I swear for every Shetland pony you bring home, I will get a fluffy kitten to counter it. We'll be moving into some lovely, nicely renovated farm house just to keep up with all the fur babies!" She warned him a playful smile on her lips as she looked up at him, three small fluffy balls mewing softly on the kitchen counter. A proud Samhain watching her children. "So, what did you do?" She asked him, more curious than annoyed.

[naughtynecromancer]

@moran-or-moron Sebori’s return!

[naughtynecromancer]

Ghosts (A Sebori ficlet)

 Mori Masters had dealt with ghosts all her life. Just another wonderful perk to being her. But as she stood in front of her new boss, eyes taking in the man who was walking into the office like he owned it, she thought she was seeing one now.  Sebastian Moran.  He was older now, a few years, though he wore it well, a rugged persona, one she remembered well, she hadn't aged, she knew that. Wondered if he even recognized her. If he even wanted to. They had gotten quite close then she had disappeared, not her fault, but not something easily explained away. Waiting patiently as the man stared at her, teeth sinking into her full bottom lip as the boss walked away, he had given her to who she would be mainly answering to. His greeting was cold, professional, and her heart sunk a little. No, he didn't. About to walk away, get to work, she froze, when he called her the name he had given her when they had been together on the battlefield. “See you soon, Sunflower.” She looked back, his expression was void, like he was still in the military, but then, the smallest smile ghosted over his lips for a second and she returned it. “Count on it, Sebbykins.” She whispered back to him, walking back to her office. Something told her that she was going to enjoy working here after all. @moran-or-moron

[naughtynecromancer]

for @moranormoron Mori really didn't like to make her birthday a big deal. Maybe being murdered on it sort of soured the whole thing for her, but she wasn't one to really remind people. She did however celebrate Eve's so she was in the kitchen working on baking and decorating cupcakes when she heard the door open. "In here!" She called out, her hair up in a messy bun, the counter full of ingredients for the chocolate cake she was making.

[naughtynecromancer]

❝ i think i might have accidentally just hurt myself again. ❞

"Oh no! How bad and where?! Is this a "I need a kiss for my boo boo" or "I need stitches and medical attention stat" kind of situation? Because I can provide both!" She's ready for action, dressed in his hoodie and non slip socks, the moment she heard him she was out of the bedroom and running to his aid, first aid kit in hand.

[naughtynecromancer]

let me help you, dammit.

Mori sighed deeply as she let her little bit of strength go, barely standing upright as she swayed slightly into his arms. "Its the flu, I'm not dying...probably. I'm trying to be the good type of girlfriend where you don't have to dote on her. I'm weak and I'm gross and I hate it." She admitted, wrapped up in his stolen hoodie, her eyes and nose puffy from the sickness and her pale complexion even paler. "Plus I don't wanna get you sick." She whined, slowly giving up the fight.

[naughtynecromancer]

♡ - c'mon , how could I resist 😅

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? "Do we even remember at this point? I think I did, you were pretty clueless."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂? "Kinda mutual pouncing."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂? "We both do, some are sweet, some are...well it is Seb."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂? "Mostly me, cooking, he eats. Tarzi loves my cooking."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲? "He swears he does, I think I do, so its a tie."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳? "Mostly Tarzi, but you're here, we sort of take turns starfishing. I like to sleep on top of you, anyway."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃? "Me, all the way, or Tarzi to go potty."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴? "We take turns."

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽? "Seb is, sometimes I'm his lil jetpack."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃? "We both are night owls."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳? "This is my hand and I'm keeping it."

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰? "Me all the way."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂? "Its like he is trying to saw logs."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈? "Neither of us at each other,"

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇? "Mutually Pouncing."

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴? "If he doesn't ask, I will."

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: "Dancing together to Fergie"

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂: "Missions that take you far away for too long"

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶: "Be home more."

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴: "Food, sex, puns, playful sarcasm, doggie kisses," @moranormoron