#♂ | Sebastian Moran. ( Answered. )

[salvationofsouls]

fortitudina : [ text ] –– things that hurt: knives, lightning, breathing, reading, talking, looking at the moon, paraphrasing, and recycling. ( From Ruby for Sebastian )

[ Message : Rubes. ] Noted, kid. You creating a list or something? Why does looking at the moon hurt? That one has me dumbfounded. No cheeky comment about how it doesn’t take much…  ~ SM

[salvationofsouls]

kingofthewebxxx : ❛ what i did, i did for us ❜

‘For us?’

Sebastian's chest tightened as he struggled to contain the seething rage that threatened to consume him. How audacious of Moriarty to levy such a damn accusation against him. ( The mere suggestion that faking his death and abandoning their partnership had somehow improved their relationship fueled the fire of indignation within him. ) Without Jim, he had been adrift, a shadow of his former self, discharged from the army in disgrace and reduced to prowling the streets with no prospects. 

It was Moriarty who had extended his hand, offering Sebastian a lifeline and a promise of a better life. But then, in the blink of an eye, it was all torn away in a reckless game with Holmes. Sebastian had lost count of the amount of nightmares he’d had, hearing a shot echo as Jim shot himself in the mouth. 

He’d woken in sweat and tangled sheets, gasping for breath. In no way had it done anything but destroy him, sending him down a path of despair. No gambling or fucking others had eased the pain within, the grief pressing down every second of every day. ( How could Jim even think it had been for the best? Did he not understand that their souls were well and truly entwined? ) Was he so desperate to fucking win that he’d risk everything? Apparently so…

‘No, you did it for yourself, Jim. You’re a selfish fuckin’ cunt, and I -- fuck-’