beforethedetective started following you

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littlerichardbrook:

stripesandsmoke:

little-richard-brook:

The covers wrapped themselves around Richard’s, or was it Jim’s, body as he wailed and struggled in the bed. The duvet coiling and constricting his fragile frame like a starving snake, the material damp with sweat from the man’s previous hysteria. “Sebastian,” he cried again upon seeing the man run so loyally to his side, his eyes lighting up and his mood quickly soothing.

Reaching out, Richard gripped his arms weakly and tried to pull him down onto the bed, tugging with all the force his upper body could muster. 

Sebastian reached down with one hand, the other remaining firmly wrapped around the little man’s, to untangle Richard, or Jim,it really depended on the day, from the sheets, pulling them away. He felt the man try to tug him down onto the bed, hardly strong enough to move him, but he obliged and fell upon the bed next to Richard, his hand still clenged tight around his.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” He murmured, letting his other hand run gently over Richards brow to wipe some of the sweat away, sure the concern was still clear of his features.

The bed shifted as the weight of a second person was added and Richard moved so he was as close as physically possible, wrapping himself around Sebastian like a snake desperate to devour – all gangly limbs and near-silent sobs for attention. The hand that stroked his brow drew a short whinge as it left, like a terrified cat that was enjoying the responsive sympathy and then displeased as it left – but knowing that discomfort and mock-sorrow were the perfect tools to manipulate more. 

Richard didn’t speak for a while, didn’t do anything but moan and whine, more creature or child than adult as he allowed himself to be cradled by Sebastian, basking in the comfort he perfectly controlled. After another pause, however, he knew he’d need a reason. “A nightmare,” the man sobbed.

Sebastian drew his mouth into a thin line and let the smaller man wrap his skinny limbs around him, more like a snake than the man he actually was. The noise that escaped Richard tore into Sebastian’s mind- the nostalgic- no, weak Jim is gone, he died on that roof, he’s dead, gone part of Sebastian was reminded of Jim at that sound. It was the sound Jim used against Seb wen the little bugger wanted something.

There was a moment where Richard just whined patheticly, and Sebastian held him, his hand still moving across his brow. Sebasrian stiffened when the source of Richards quaking was revealed. He was aware of the reoccuring nightmare. Saint Bart’s. A nightmare Sebastian has himself. “The usual?”

// lONG TIME NO SEE. so. probably ACTUALLY coming off hiatus this time around. so if anyone wants to continue a thread/start a new one, don’t be shy to message me.

arlyx:

I don’t know who had painted this picture, but it’s magnificently. Thank you, painter :3

(sorry for my english (2))

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