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Jim: I need photographic evidence that you have completed your task, Moran.

Sebastian:

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v: coming home

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started following you

“Yeah, next Friday. 9 pm, vogue. Got it. Thanks, Mark.” Severin offered to whomever he was speaking to on his phone before closing it. He had just finished his grocery shopping and was approaching his flat, at least until he noticed a familiar figure sitting in front of his door. “Bash...?”He asked, hesitantly approaching, his breath seemingly stopping as he looked over the form of his brother. A man he had not seen since he joined the army and left him to deal with the death of their mother and cruelty of their father alone.

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@tigerbasher liked for a starter

“Yes, I’m a doctor and I will bet that if you waste yourself on enough alcohol, you will miss your mark.”

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“Of course you are, Tiger; I never said otherwise.” Of course Sebastian could take care of himself, he also took care of Jim’s affairs while he had been away and for that he would be forever greatful. But things had to be done in the way that they were, it was all a part of the grand plan.

“And ruin the surprise? No, no, no, Seb, I couldn’t possibly have done that.” Jim sighed, pouring both himself and Sebastian a drink. “But I’m here now, and if it’s any consolation, you’re the only one who knows. And it’s going to stay that way.

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‶ RIDDLE ME THIS; You went into the forest and got me, you sat down to find me, you went home with me because you couldn't find me. What am I? ″

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Daylight Fading

☂. December always brought cloudy streaks with rain, both small drizzles and heavy downpours, and while James enjoyed the sound of it, he was never a fan of the fresh smell of wet concrete. It was the end of the week, it meant a few days to relax without any clients, and that meant being happy bothered with the company of Sebastian.

It was pouring that day.

Sebastian neglected any cover, as per usual, which had James running from the car to catch up with him as he unwrapped his small black umbrella - jeez, he was getting his Prada all wet and all because of Sebastian’s incessant behavior to walk off without waiting

“You’re already wet! Haven’t you heard of an umbrella?” The umbrella finally popped! open, allowing James to bring it overhead and push it in Sebastian’s direction, urging him to get under. The man was taller, so it was a little difficult for him to find a good spot for his arm, the umbrella to cover them both, and the other’s head without hitting it with the mesh fabric. Maybe he should poke the guy’s eyes out with the wires poking out the ends, just to get the guy to bend over and under.

He could only get the umbrella partially over Sebastian - the other would have to put the rest of the effort into getting the both of them to be covered. Christ, good thing it wasn’t windy. It’d only cause more problems and the small umbrella would be more useless than it already was. “Come on, get under. I know it’s a one person, but get your tall ass under already.”

This was the other’s idea, to go out and about on a rainy evening, where James was neglected to be informed as to where they were going and what was the goal of going in the first place. Just because it was their day off didn’t mean the moron could go on giving him surprises. Not that he didn’t enjoy surprises - just not ones that involved him getting his Prada wet.

“Where are we going, again? Wasn’t sure if this outfit would be⸺appropriate.”

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Closed || At Dusk

It was late in the evening when Alexandra finally emerged from her room in Jim's townhouse, silent on bare feet as she descended the stairs, one hand knotted in her hair, newly cut, short and choppy. She had been in her room for three days - almost four really - and this was the first that had been heard from her in all that time. Making her way down the hallway, she bypassed the living room (more like a miniature library and usually her favourite place to inhabit) entirely, she did not even peek around the door and instead headed straight for the kitchen, tiles blessedly cool against her naked soles. Once inside, lights on but on low, dimmed dimmed dimmed so as not to give her a headache, she made her way over the far side of the room. It was the first cupboard on the left that she wanted. One purple mug. Down on the side. Jasmine tea from the next shelf down. Lean over, switch the kettle on. Wait. It was a familiar routine. As the water boiled, she lounged with her back against the body of the island, its marble top chilly through her thin shirt, and she watched the darkening sky through the window. It didn't even occur to her that she might not have been alone. @tigerbasher

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