#bashertigermoran

It really was a beautiful wedding. Emilia had selected the venue, the decor, and even the food herself. She knew the two of them so well that it came naturally. She was, after all, useful for things other than murder and sex. It was a pity it had to end so soon. 

Sebastian Moran’s lips had met Jim’s for no more than a second before the bullet entered his brain. Blood and flesh sprayed the opposite wall as his body crumpled into a heap. The scream from his groom was almost deafening. 

Her gaze shifted from the sniper to the criminal mastermind. She cherished the look of horror on his face as his loyal pet betrayed him. It was the only time she had ever seen him display such emotion. Oh, how the tables had turned. The normally needy, emotional redhead was cold and detached as she pulled the trigger once more, and the man she had devoted her entire life to fell at her feet. 

Emilia stood there for a moment, gun still aimed, entirely motionless. The only sound was the breath that escaped her lips, a sigh of relief, sweet release from the love that had twisted and maimed her soul and burned the very heart out of her. 

FEBRUARY IS THE MONTH OF LOVE! - February 24th

Another person I haven’t known for very long, but got on with very quickly! We see eye to eye on so many of the fun details that make MorMor such an entertaining ship, and from the get-go they were easy to talk to, great fun to plot with, and someone I look forward to seeing on my dash. Plus, it’s cool to see another CParks Moran, right?

They’re not only fun to plot and write with, but their interactions with other people drew me in right away. I love the voice they have cultivated for Seb, and it’s always a good time watching them play against other muses; it makes the world we play in that much more vivid and complete. Whether it’s with me or with other characters, I can’t wait to see what happens next. 

@bashertigermoran

Mortavian had been alone for months. He supposed it was good for the Empire. No Senator could seize power, no guard could either. He could still meet with foreign visitors, he could still conduct business. But every night he would go to bed to a cold space. He’d feel the cold sheets, sigh, and wish for his partner to come home.

He was constantly updated. Even though Sebastian was far in the north, there were runners and hawks that were trained to bring information to Rome. When a scout came within days of the soldier’s party arriving, Mortavian demanded only the best. He insisted they would have a grand regalia, only appropriate for an Emperor returning from war. A successful one at that, because to his knowledge he’d pushed them back.

So when that army, led by Emperor Sebastian standing strong on a chariot, the crowds had gathered. People threw petals of flowers, shouted praise to their brave soldiers who had now returned. It had been ten months since he had seen the other man. Even with all the letters back and forth, he had not been told of Sebastian’s injury.

It was a grandiose affair in one of the better venues in London. The ceremony had been rather beautiful. Jim was absolutely a romantic, he just needed someone to express it to. It had been traditional in a cathedral, but the party was in a beautiful hotel, where most of the guests were residing as they had come from all over. Even Moriarty had booked himself a nice suite. He spared no expense, he enjoyed comfort.

When the bride and groom had finally entered there was a mass applause in the large room. It was a beautiful day of spring, and the large doors were open letting in the sunshine. Events went by, cutting the cake, the dinner. And now people were mingling. The reason Jim was here, was because he had done the bride a favor. Please Jim, fix my wedding for me. My fiance’s ex-girlfriend keeps harassing him and I think she’s going to ruin my special day. Or she might convince him not to marry me.

@bashertigermoran 

I push up on my toes, you call me “sweet thing” 

And breathing down your neck, your body screaming

And you thought that you were the boss tonight

But I can put up one good fight

I flip the script like I can take a beating 

And when you start to feel the rush 

A crimson headache, aching blush 

And you surrender to the touch

You’ll know

I can put on a show, I can put on a show

Don’t you see what you’re finding?