The Devil's Valet

Hired tiger.

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

the-littlest-devil replied to your post: Fuck; still awake. Fuck. Boss’ll run me into...

Do I not pay you well enough?

Course you do. And not just in money either. 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Fuck; still awake.

Fuck.

Boss'll run me into the ground tomorrow

If I had a quid for every time I've stayed awake just to chase away your nightmares 

[moviesatthetheatres]

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Well ain't that pretty...

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Gonna have to apologise again for the absence. I'm distracted by various things most of which are out of my control and I want to make sure my responses to you are accurate and Sebastian-felt and not a vague skirmish of words strung together and hurled in your direction. I'm sure I'll be back soon! 

[senoritafoggy]

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

asklittlelock:

Sherlock looked up at him as the sniper’s hand ruffled in his hair, finding the motion not to be condescending as usual but more affectionate. He saw the man’s point but he didn’t want to be persuaded.

”.. No-one else will want me though, sniper. I can have a place here, I’d be useful and people would want me around. No-one wants me around anywhere and if I can find somewhere here.. then I would have a purpose.” he sighed, thinking it all through, unable to decide between the good and evil.

“I mean, who else would want me? I don’t like following the rules, so I can’t be a police officer or proper detective.. No-one else wants me.” he breathed, shaking his head.

Sebastian laughed gently, hoping to stop Sherlock from becoming upset.

"You don't like following the rules? You're cheeky, Little Lock," 

He offered a smile.

"It can all change, you know. You've got loads of time to decide what you want to do with your life when you're older. If you work with us, you won't be able to go home. People'll look for you, but they'll never find you. You won't have an identity any longer, maybe not even a name. Only the fake ones you'll be given. Everything will be false, and everything will be dangerous. If you change your mind during it all- Well that's just it; you can't." 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

asklittlelock:

Sherlock followed alongside him, thinking of how much to tell him, of what his ‘story’ was. “My dad’s an arsehole, my brother’s his golden child because he’s becoming part of the government like the good old family business.. My mum’s the only nice one, and I can suffer Mycroft but I wish my dad was gone..”

Crossing his arms across his chest, he looked at the floor. “There’s also the fact that everyone thinks I’m a freak and hates me.. I don’t want to do it anymore, I hate it, I hate them and if I become a bad guy like you then they would never mess with me again.”

Sebastian listened as they walked, before his hand suddenly found its way into Sherlock's curls, ruffling. 

"Dad problems, eh? Not sure I'm in any position to dispute that one... A freak? You're not a freak, kid, you're damn smart. If that makes you a freak then fine, right? When they're all headless and jobless scrabbling about with nothing because they're stupid enough to call you a freak, won't you breezing past surrounded by success because you're so damn clever be enough compensation? I don't think you're a freak. I don't hate you either. That's not the reason I don't want you around here. I just think you're making the wrong decision. Becoming a bad guy'll isolate you. To work for us, for example, you'd have to disappear from life entirely. That really what you want, when you're so young?" 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[asklittlelock-deactivated201301]

It would be exceedingly dull now, returning to a normal life when something so extraordinary had been just within reach, something that had promise to keep him from being bored forever. Then, suddenly the man called after him, halting him in place as he turned on his heel to face him with a frown.

“Yes, sniper?” He replied, nickname for nickname, though it wasn’t as if he knew the man’s real name anyhow.

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian did nothing other than make his way towards Sherlock. He gestured for him to walk on as he did so, hoping to get them away from the safe house before they were seen.

"What's your story? Every stray cat has one. I want to know yours," 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

YOU'RE IT! Rules are: copy this to 10 other beautiful people/blogs who you think deserve this message! Keep the game going and make everyone feel beautiful! ~♥

Well, isn't that nice...

{OOC: Thank you, let me love you! x}

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

mooooooooooooooooooolly: 

“I could” she glanced up at him, then down in embarrassment, “If I wanted too” she bit her lip.

Sebastian smirked. 

“Oh, so you want to be naughty, just for me? Well, aren’t I lucky?” 

He laughed softly. 

[mooooooooooooooooooolly-hasmove]

She pressed her fingers against her lips, glancing up at him before nodding, “It’s a little crowded here though” she looked around, blushing at the though of him taking her in public. 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian seemed amused, if anything, and he swept his gaze over her again lazily.

"Really..." He leaned in close, fingers winding slightly too roughly into her hair as he exposed her ear to whisper, "that's a dangerous and dirty habit you have there... What makes you think you can trust me?" 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[asklittlelock-deactivated201301]

Sherlock relaxed again as the man accepted his words, a tentative smile on his face, hoping he would at least talk to the ‘Devil’ for him or something of the sort.

Then suddenly the man’s hands were on his shoulders and he was frowning down at him. Sherlock’s brows furrowed, biting the inside of his lip as the man talked, trying to convince him that this wasn’t for him. That he would be better off elsewhere. 

Sherlock’s shoulders slumped and he let out a sigh, looking down at the floor. “Yeah.. Fine, I’ll go home then. Thanks for not killing me, sniper..” he muttered, pulling away from the man’s hands on his shoulders. Well that clinched it, what he’d always thought, no-one wanted him around. Not his family. Not anyone at school. Not even a criminal organization. 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian watched Sherlock's face fall and his shoulders slump and knew that, as he walked away, that's where he should have left it. The kid was going home. However, his interest in the boy's desire to join them- when he clearly had a very profitable life ahead of him, what with his fancy family and his obvious talents- got the better of him, and he called to Sherlock's retreating back:

"Hey, stray cat...?" 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

No promises, Just a Girl. 

[catchingbreath-lettinggo-blog]

“…” Grins a bit at that, crossing her arms just under her chest. “Cheeky.”

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

He smiles softly, following the movement of her arms with a brief glance.

"Cheeky? But that's my middle name. Looks like you're the mind reader here." 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian made his way across the bedroom barefoot, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it behind him, slowly leaving a trail of clothing leading up to the weapons cabinet as he went.

Sometimes, days when they didn’t have clients were nice. Sometimes, even weeks without clients…

[the-littlest-devil]

     Jim wouldn’t say he was bored exactly. He could find a hundred ways to amuse himself and then a hundred more just in case he worked his way through all of those. But this was becoming tedious.

    He knew what Sebastian was doing of course, knew he wanted to have some domestic time with Jim. He allowed it because sometimes it was a relief just to switch off, stop the noise in his head. But, inevitably, the dam would break and his mind would flood with thoughts. All perfectly ordered but switching so fast it would be completely incoherent to most, occasionally even too hectic for him to follow. He could feel this point fast approaching and no matter how much he enjoyed that wonderful moment of chaos and release, it always meant someone was about to get hurt. 

Question is, who?

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

When Sebastian made his way out of the shower and out of the bathroom, a towel sliding low around his hips, he hung the key around his neck and made his way to dress.

  He couldn’t say he didn’t hate this atmosphere, this fog of unpredictable danger lingering throughout, clinging to his skin in the silence. This wasn’t a battlefield he knew; he hadn’t prepared both body and mind for this like he did for a hit, and there was no reassurance of looking at it all through crosshairs.

  This was Jim. This wasn’t a target.

  He dressed quickly, the key swinging against his chest on its chain the only thing that left him with a shred of control. He hurried back to the bathroom, gathered the weapons, and was fully aware of the fact Jim was nowhere to be seen. He had to be watching him.

  There was a safe. Most of them belonged to Jim- and Sebastian never knew what he kept in them- but this one, always empty, was his. He’d never had anything of import worth imprisoning, so had never used it, and he preferred his guns to be within his reach and easily accessible at all times.

  He laid the weapons to rest in there, all of them, not even keeping a handgun at his side, then chose his code and locked it. 

[the-littlest-devil]

‘Hope you didn’t make it too easy darling, remember what happened last time I guessed. Wasn’t it messy?’ 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian spun towards the sound of Jim's voice, growling softly at the memory. 

"Just don't, alright. Where are you?" 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[asklittlelock-deactivated201301]

Sherlock nodded, stilling himself and biting the inside of his lip as the man was making obvious deliberations with himself inside his head.

“I-I can be really useful, I promise.. I a-already said, I want to work with you, to do s-something that wasn’t b-boring. I could really help.”

He could only hope that the man would decide he was more useful than a threat, he didn’t want to topple whatever obvious criminal activities were afoot, in fact, he wanted to be a part of them. To help them, it wasn’t as if he owed humanity any kindness, they had never shown it to him and he’d always considered becoming one of the bad guys.

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian sighed softly.

"Alright, I believe you, okay? You're clearly very clever. You'd no doubt be very useful to us too, but..."

He studied the kid hard, took him by the shoulders again and frowned, taking in his appearance. 

"Listen. Look at me. Do you understand what you're getting yourself into? This won't end here, I can tell you that. Someone as young as you shouldn't go wasting his talents on something like this. Go home, Little Lock, okay? I'm giving you a chance here, so why don't you take it." 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

mooooooooooooooooooolly: 

“I could” she glanced up at him, then down in embarrassment, “If I wanted too” she bit her lip.

Sebastian smirked. 

"Oh, so you want to be naughty, just for me? Well, aren't I lucky?" 

He laughed softly. 

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

[asklittlelock-deactivated201301]

The almost-smug smile quickly dropped from his face as the sniper gripped his wrist tighter, the response making his heart jump to his throat, pulling against the gripped hand with futile effore.“N-No.. It’s not a trick! It’s not!.. I just.. I told you. Your posture.. i-it’s military and you’re good with guns, so i-it’s logical that a man who l-likes guns would be a sniper.. a-and your posture says that too. Please.. I-I still won’t say anything. I promise. I already p-promised I wouldn’t!”He kept his voice low, not wanting to ‘wake the Devil’ as he had been warned earlier, but his urgent and fearful tone was clear.

[the-devil-s-valet-blog]

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. He wanted to believe this kid, he really did. 

"You can get all that just from looking at me? If that's true you could be a very useful asset, couldn't you, eh?" 

Sebastian was also more than aware of the fact Sherlock could also be a very powerful enemy. It rang obnoxiously loud alarm bells in his head and everything pointed to the order that he should just kill him this second, despite his possible usefulness, but the sniper wasn't about to. Not only would he be killing a fourteen-year-old, it'd be like killing his own boy. He'd never tried so hard to keep anyone or anything alive his entire life, except of course the devil in the house. 

[im-tinyrick-deactivated20160727]