Sebastian L. Moran, 38, Chief of Staff for J. Moriarty
Drunk-dialling: the aftermath.
take it from an expert, yeah? it’s not for everyone.
- Nick Kenning, London, 2002. NIN ‘Closer’ much too loud on the stereo, maths homework all over the kitchen table, which I was getting a rather close viewing of, as I myself was bent over that table. I came, he came, I solved a maths problem that had been bothering me all evening. (Nick is probably the only person in the world this would not offend.)
- Sebastian Moran, London, stacks of a wee, obscure library. Sometimes indulging someone else’s kink can almost make it yours. Forehead pressed against dusty book spines, one foot braced on the shelf two up from the floor. I actually grabbed a book by Harold Nicolson and didn’t realize I was holding it until I dropped it on Sebastian’s foot afterwards.
- Sebastian Moran, Moscow, shower. I had never in my life been spoken to that way. Best. Shower. Ever.
- Unnamed partner, Sussex. It went south pretty quickly as far as relationships go, but that was the first time someone put his hand over my nose and mouth until I nearly blacked out. The rest of the time it wasn’t so good, but that bit went rather…swimmingly.
- Sebastian Moran, Buenos Aires. So there was this one time, with a chair…
- Nick Kenning, New York. Nicky’s brand new posh flat back in 2005. Nicky’s brand new big bathtub. Three bottles of wine. He had to get a new sofa.
- Some lad in uni. Mark? Merrick? Anyway, we were both flying back to Dublin for Christmas. I hadn’t thought of doing that in the loo on a plane. First time novelty points.
- Sebastian Moran, London. His flat. His bed. Not his tie. Matt says thank you, Mr. Trevor.
- Nick Kenning, New York. A Perfect Circle concert. Nicky says he can’t dance, but he kept that pounding rhythm pretty well, I’d say.
- Sebastian Moran, London. My bed. My knife. You always remember the night you make someone truly yours.
i really don’t think that anyone-
nope, we’re done now.
Sebastian thought that Jim sick was one of the funnier things he had been privy to. He had gotten a doctor, asked what it was, and was assured by the doctor that the fever would break in a few hours. Pilar warned that Jim would be nauseous, dizzy and the fever may cause the man to say strange things.
Sebastian was sitting by the hotel bed, reading, when the man woke up and puked over the side of the bed. Not something he would be bringing up again. He reached around to pull Jim out of bed, muttering under his breathe as he brought the man into the bathroom and sat him down.
“How’re you feeling hot stuff?” Sebastian asked as Jim rolled over and puked in the toilet. “That bad, huh?” Sebastian stood up and grabbed a glass, finding a bottle of water and pouring a cup for Jim.
“You’re hot stuff.” Jim muttered, taking the water and gargling before spitting into the toilet. “Mister runner. Mister fine arse.”
Sebastian laughed, pushing his hand against Jim’s forhead as the man glared at him.
“I didn’t say that.”
“I didn’t hear a thing boss.” Sebastian said, smiling a bit. He was crouching down and leaning over Jim, checking his eyes and putting his hand over his pulse, making sure all the things were regular.
“I’m not sick.”
“No that’s the sound of me puking.” Sebastian said, smiling as Jim retched over the side of the toilet.
“Kill the chef.”
“No,”
“I’ll kill him-“
“No.”
“You spoil all my fun.”
“You’re spoiling my appetite,” Sebastian said, placing the bottle by Jim’s knee and standing up, walking towards the bedroom. “Just try to aim properly.” Sebastian said, just about to close the door.
“Yeah you walk away mister fine arse! I’ll puke on your rifle.”
“That’s cute.”
“Your ass is cute.” Jim muttered before puking again into the toilet. Sebastian shook his head and kept the door open as he called for the maid from downstairs. These would be a long few hours.
you don’t know denial until you’ve met sebastian moran.
coming to terms with the fact that no matter what he’s probably not going to end up happy. i know that might seem a bit sweeping and melodramatic, but i honestly think that despite acting like he’s fine and putting up a very convincing facade he’s a very lonely and desperate character. even when he’s with jim he never feels good enough for him. he can be happy though, and experience happiness for periods of time, but eventually he’s going to end completely broken, no matter where he turns or what he does. and that’s probably the hardest part about writing my sebastian moran.
i want to see what you all think i’m like
