#iappreciateworksofart

It wasn’t the woman who had caught Robbie’s eye, it was the piece of art she happened to be staring at. Now, Robbie didn’t know much about art, but he did enjoy looking at pieces as he found they tended to inspire inspiration in his own work - his writing. 

“It’s lovely.” Was all he could manage. He had terrible  people skills and worse so when he was out of his element. 

     He doesn’t budge, doesn’t blink at the snipped responses. He KNEW Jamie could take care of herself and he was sure Jamie herself knew that he knew that. That wasn’t going to stop him from trudging to fetch tea, to making sure she didn’t fall over where she stood.

     That was the thing about people like Moriarty. They just went and went and went. Flames that burned constantly, threatened to burn themselves out. At least, that’s what it felt like from his perspective.

     “I’m fine.” and he was. Frustrated? SURE. In such a state as she was? Hardly. It was a relief when she sat as he didn’t like ordering his boss around, too much effort for the potential consequences it threatened to yield.

     He made tea for the both of them and he made it a point to hold hers out to her, to make sure she took it. “Don’t be so dramatic. It was a shitty day. It’s fine to acknowledge that.” as distant as he seemed, as superficially he sometimes thought about his boss--he did care to an extent.

“You do realise that you are walking right into their trap?” Sebastian said with a shake of his head, he cannot believe that she is actually going to go through with the plan when it has been compromised.

“And you expect me to just let you do it?” he cannot just sit there and say nothing even though he knows that his words are unlikely to make any difference.

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[Text] Poor you, I got all of the good genes.-JM

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The smirk on his face could have easily been taken for a sneer; probably because it was. Far too much to drink and having to hear about his sisters-- activities with her fascinating detective had had him on edge. He shouldn’t have come when she asked, he should have known that he’d be on the back burner while she played with her little toy. 

Jealous, that is what he was, wishing it was himself on her arm for the evening, wishing it was him that she’d kiss goodnight. To be able to see how the sun bounced off those golden waves in the morning. All thoughts totally unhealthy, but Jim had come to accept that little issue of his long ago. Perhaps it was because she reminded him so much of their mother, or maybe it was because of all the women out there, none of them could even begin to love him except for Jamie. And that is what people longed for in life, wasn’t it? Someone to retire with, to accept them for who they were, for better and especially in Jim’s case, for worse. 

He scoffed, finally turning to face her, to empty that ache that had been building in his chest for so fucking long. “You don’t get it, do you? Keep playing me like a fiddle until all the strings are broken.” His face scrunched and Jim shook his head, “But nahhhh-- Jimmy loves me, Jimmy is such fun.”