#multamusae

          As far as Grey is concerned, being unceremoniously jabbed in the ribs and snarked at is one of the most annoying ways to be woken up. Especially when it’s accompanied by Sebastian making a a stupid face and bombarding him with terrible, terrible questions. He groans and swats at Seb’s arm, before using his other hand to pull a pillow over his head. “’m fuckin’ comfy, fuck off.” Look, alright— it might not be the right bed or whatever, but he’s in it now and was up half the night watching ( see: insulting ) fucking QVC with Victor until he finally, yes, fell asleep on the sofa. It’s a pretty good reason, he reckons.

Andrew’s used to this by now, the fake smiles, the open door policy bullshit. They’ve gotten less friendly over the years, less inviting as he’s gotten older and become more problematic, but the first day is always the same. Until it’s suddenly not. His attention snaps more completely to her, focus settling. “Vera? You’re married to a woman?” He doesn’t like the feeling of hope crawling under his veins, turning his scars icy, but jesus fuck, maybe this one will be different.

@multamusae gets a Ro starter!

“And we won’t. I promise you, we will be safe.”

        It’s raining, there’ve been three bouts of thunder in the last half hour— something that doesn’t exactly put Victor at his ease —but for once in his life, Victor has actually remembered an umbrella. The man closest to him, apparently, hasn’t. Victor’s smoking just at the moment, but he still gives the other man a few sidelong glances before he speaks. “Wanna share?”

“Next time you doubt me, just know that I got called a ‘nice young man’ by some old lady on the bus.”

      “i’m not sure romantical is a word.” julian's not the best with stuff like this, okay ?  “i’m glad though. i--- i feel the same way.”

     sebastian moran, brother      sebastian moran, father      john watson, lover      hamish watson-holmes, husband