July 2012
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AU: Distant Spasms of Silent Lightning
jiminwestwood:
Jim nodded sharply, trying to pull his dignity around him, pick up the pieces that shock had scattered around the room, rebuild the smirking, confidant consulting criminal. He smiled, tilting his head to the left. It didn’t tip to the right. He didn’t have the answers yet.
“I would like.” His voice was quieter than he’d thought it would be, some sort of emotion. He didn’t know...
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sometimes i like to text vic when i'm drunk.
mr-trevor:
tigerjaw:
[sms sent] hush, there are chat logs i could view if i really felt like it
[sms sent] why would i do that? and in my own flat? entirely too messy;
[sms sent] then, assuming you are ever struck by the fancy to check your logs, hello, to the sebastian of the future.
[sms sent] you’d be surprised how many flats we were rather forcibly removed from thanks to...
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sometimes i like to text vic when i'm drunk.
mr-trevor:
tigerjaw:
[sms sent] have i ever letu you know i’m colourblind?
[sms sent] red/gree, actuallly
[sms sent] so it is a bit black and white.
[sms sent] ahaha. don’t need to me tell me that mate.
[sms sent] ah- no, but I suspected. I was passing by when the landlady asked for you to pick up the red form from her flat.
[sms sent] grays, maybe?
[sms sent] aha, well, being that...
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sometimes i like to text vic when i'm drunk.
mr-trevor:
tigerjaw:
[sms sent] just are mate.
[sms sent] you know how iv’e seem ‘much more’ o rwhatever.
[sms sent] well i’v seen bad sorts
[sms sent] all sorts of bad sorts
[sms sent] you’re just notlik e than.
[sms sent] and evenifyou ar you’re not.
[sms sent] aha.
[sms sent] if it helps, I’ve no idea what I classify as. in fact, I’ve no idea what good and bad even are. they seem...
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henrycamden asked: ♤
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sometimes i like to text vic when i'm drunk.
mr-trevor:
tigerjaw:
mr-trevor:
[sms sent] indeed.
[sms sent] I’ve assumed too much. I really do owe you an apology for that, Sebastian. There very well may have been much more you’ve seen and experienced. I must seem ridiculous to you.
[sms sent] nah, only when i’m drunk
[sms sent] you only seem half ridiculous.
[sms sent] you’re a good sort.
[sms sent] haha. oh, excellent- half...
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floresetlibrorum started following you
shouldn’t you be in uni somewhere?
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sometimes i like to text vic when i'm drunk.
mr-trevor:
tigerjaw:
[sms sent] ahaha.
[sms sent] weak of will, indeed.
[sms sent] indeed.
[sms sent] I’ve assumed too much. I really do owe you an apology for that, Sebastian. There very well may have been much more you’ve seen and experienced. I must seem ridiculous to you.
[sms sent] nah, only when i’m drunk
[sms sent] you only seem half ridiculous.
[sms sent] you’re a...
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sometimes i like to text vic when i'm drunk.
mr-trevor:
sms [sent to Sebastian]: aha. that’s the way it is, I suppose…a weakness of character, maybe?
sms [sent to Sebastian]: are you sure you wouldn’t like to come down?
sms [received from: Sebastian]: nah
sms [received from: Sebastian]: you can’t anamalyze a screen
sms [sent to Sebastian]: very true.
sms [received from: Sebastian]: a weakness of will, strength of chararacter
sms...
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Anonymous asked: ((BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTH.))
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Anonymous asked: ((Please stop destroying my heart. Q_____Q ))
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Only Morning Mourns You
nickkenning:
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They slept until early evening when Sebastian roused himself and made his way (slightly gingerly, Nick was please to see) to the kitchen to make dinner. It was some curry-derivative, undeniably authentic at its heart but modified lightly to use more readily available English staples. It was good. The two chatted comfortably, alternating between talking heavily about the...
June 2012
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nickkenning asked: ♤ and for morning
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zai-chata asked: ♤
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“When the Japanese mend broken objects they aggrandize the damage by filling the...”
– b. bloom
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AU: Distant Spasms of Silent Lightning
jiminwestwood:
Jim knew what Sebastian was gesturing to, knew from his latent observation of the hospital room when he’d walked in. A wheelchair. Just sitting, unobtrusive, silent, screaming. He couldn’t turn his head and look at it now. If he turned his head now, his stiff porcelain neck would crack, would break, would shatter. Something was shattering, somewhere. Was it inside? Widening...
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“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even...”
– ‘The Prophet,’ by Kahlil Gibran (via jiminwestwood)
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Listen
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AU: Distant Spasms of Silent Lightning
jiminwestwood:
Jim swallowed, wishing he had a drink. Vodka, water, orange juice. Shower. He wished he was taking a shower. He wanted water, rushing water to drown out all the sound. He felt like he was about to drown anyway, a cold drop of sweat running down his neck into the collar of his shirt, down the centre of his back even though the room was cold. Ice cold. Why were they keeping this...
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demoninthecrossfire started following you
well this is interesting.
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AU: Distant Spasms of Silent Lightning
jiminwestwood:
Jim licked his lips, pulling his hand back and rubbing it on the rail of the bed. Alright. Fine. He wouldn’t touch him. It made him self-conscious, unfamiliar, unwelcome. Well. He supposed anyone in the situation would be uncomfortable. How often did Sebastian Moran honestly run into trouble? How often didn’t he get his shot?
How often was he getting flowers from his employer in...
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yourfavouritewalkingcorpse asked: ♤
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my-battle-dress:
A cure of boredom, perhaps?
pardon, maybe i’m just thick this morning, but are you suggesting something?
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nickkenning asked: ♤
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my-battle-dress started following you
something you needed miss adler?
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AU: Distant Spasms of Silent Lightning
jiminwestwood:
Six hours later, Jim Moriarty was walking up the hallway in an Italian hospital, listening to the nervous doctor beside him. He was most aware of the sound of his shoes, however; the doctor’s soft rubber-soled footwear made no sound at all, while the master criminal’s Lanvins clicked on the white laminate tile beneath them, making odd echoes in the empty hallway.
He was...
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“All assassins had a full-length mirror in their rooms, because it would be a...”
– Terry Pratchett, Pyramids 