eleanorfenyx14

"I've been expecting you," came a voice from behind the high-backed chair. Sebastian Moran stopped in the doorway, his heavy coat only half off. "Knock it off, Jim, I've had a hard day," he muttered, shaking off the other coat sleeve and kicking off his boots. "Oh, the little soldier had a tough day," the voice cooed sarcastically. Sebastian hung up the coat, frowning slightly.  The suicide had gone off without a hitch, so why did he have this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach? "You kind of left me up there.  Could've let me know I could disengage?" The voice was silent. "I said, you could've let me know," he repeated, his voice t

It was freezing. The heater was broken and there was a horrible draft. They were in the dead of winter and a hail storm was raging outside, the tiny balls of ice beating at the window violently. It was surprising that the glass didn't shatter altogether. Jim sat on the couch with Sebastian's hoodie and a blanket wrapped around his small figure. He was tempted to go downstairs and yell at someone about it, but he didn't want to move from his warm cocoon he created around himself. It was too cold to even think about moving. He didn't dare let his fuzzy-sock-covered feet touch the icy ground. He silently urged Sebastian to come back to their