Lonely Tiger

beforethedetective started following you Yeah, what, can I help you? What d’you want?

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 15:38:00 -0500

beforethedetective started following you

Yeah, what, can I help you? What d’you want?

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Mon, 28 Jan 2013 03:16:33 -0500

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Mon, 28 Jan 2013 03:05:09 -0500

TIGER!

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 02:42:00 -0500

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?”

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Mon, 28 Jan 2013 02:06:30 -0500

// lONG TIME NO SEE. so. probably ACTUALLY coming off hiatus this time around. so if anyone wants to...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 02:03:25 -0500

// 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...

Mon, 28 Jan 2013 01:55:08 -0500

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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Sat, 17 Nov 2012 15:03:39 -0500

neelamanisampat asked: Jeremy Renner or Ewan McGregor

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neelamanisampat asked: Jeremy Renner or Ewan McGregor

//possibly coming off the unannounced hiatus I took from Seb. Anyone here still interested in RPing...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 14:53:35 -0500

//possibly coming off the unannounced hiatus I took from Seb. Anyone here still interested in RPing with me?

Meet Me at the Crossroad

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:58:57 -0400

sassycrossroad:

stripesandsmoke:

Sebastian lowered his hand to his side, his fingers clenging into fists, shoving the gun into it’s holster as well. He couldn’t tell if he was pissed, relieved, or fuck-knows-what, either way he was convinced the it was Jim Moriarty standing in front of him, unharmed. “Yeah, yeah, fine-” he growled, running a hand through his hair. “Why the fuck did you wait three fucking years to come back? Do you know how much I’ve struggled to keep your damned empire up and running smoothly? I’m not a fucking genius like you, boss, I don’t know what you were expecting. Was it some sort of fucking test?” Okay, now it was obvious; Sebastian was angry. So Jim was alive the whole three years. Where the fuck had he been? “Was it funny to watch me fail? Failure. Sebastian’s worse nightmare was to fail Jim, and he feared he had done just that.

He listened to the rant of his tiger patiently until the other one was finally finished. Given; three years were kind of long but this was probably still the best deal because otherwise the other one would have been forced to wait without any information at all. “I could have tell you that I’m alive, sure. But I would have gone anyway. I needed to handle some things without any of you and since I didn’t know how long I would need I thought it’s the best to keep you believing I’m dead. It’s all good in the end, isn’t it? I’m alive and you kept my empire up.” A slight grin finally appeared across his lips as he watched the other male in an attentive manner. “You didn’t fail one me, pet. You are still the only one who could never fail on me. I knew you would do anything to keep the business running so there was no reason for my to watch you at all. And I was right; you did well enough. Just as expected.”

He waited for a few moments before he took a look around. “Are we finally done with the emotional part? Because I won’t repeat myself and actually I just would like to move one.”

Sebastian chest heaved, but he closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind. He met Jim’s eyes, the grin slicing through him like a knife, but a smile broke out on his own face when the man said that Seb didn’t fail. He could never fail? Sebastian knew that was a lie, but the words were nice.

“It might… take me a while, boss, but I won’t bring up my personal shit with you.” Sebastian said, straightening to attention. “So, you comin’ inside?”

+ digregorylestrade

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:45:14 -0400

Detective.

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Mon, 08 Oct 2012 16:42:05 -0400

You gotta crush on me, Rich? -smirk-

// kay, I have to go out for a but and I’ll most likely be on mobile when I return.

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 17:44:22 -0400

// kay, I have to go out for a but and I’ll most likely be on mobile when I return.

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Meet Me at the Crossroad

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 17:12:45 -0400

sassycrossroad:

With every further second which went by he just raised one of his eyebrows to watch how realization slowly made it’s way into the head of his sniper. He was already annoyed about the fact how long the other one needed to believe that he returned. Alive and very well. It annoyed him even more that Sebastian thought it wouldn’t be possible to fake a shoot. He would never admit the real deal he made but even without the deal he could have faked it.

“Do you want to touch me more or are you finally realizing I’m really here?” he asked, his voice already closely to the edge of anger. He narrowed his eyes, watching the gun the other one still hold. “You’re nervous. And do you know what I hate the most? Nervous people who wave a pistol around because they are making me nervous”, he rolled his eyes and made a damn clear note that the other one better put the gun away.

“How I’m still alive? Because I’m a genius as you can tell. I’m disappointed that you didn’t notice how firmly I still hold the gun after the shoot. Even Sherlock Holmes himself didn’t notice the most important detail which was the most offensive sign that I was still very much alive.”

Sebastian lowered his hand to his side, his fingers clenging into fists, shoving the gun into it’s holster as well. He couldn’t tell if he was pissed, relieved, or fuck-knows-what, either way he was convinced the it was Jim Moriarty standing in front of him, unharmed. “Yeah, yeah, fine-” he growled, running a hand through his hair. “Why the fuck did you wait three fucking years to come back? Do you know how much I’ve struggled to keep your damned empire up and running smoothly? I’m not a fucking genius like you, boss, I don’t know what you were expecting. Was it some sort of fucking test?” Okay, now it was obvious; Sebastian was angry. So Jim was alive the whole three years. Where the fuck had he been? “Was it funny to watch me fail? Failure. Sebastian’s worse nightmare was to fail Jim, and he feared he had done just that.