#semperobliti

“That’s not my fault. That’s his insanity. And your problem for justifying it.”

“It’s called loyalty. Sorry that I actually care-     Just- whatever. I’ll handle this.”

“That was the plan.”

It had been a long day. It was one of those days that felt like it lasted much longer than others, longer than 24 hours. Sighing, he checked his cell phone, wondering if he should contact Jamie. He was in need of a little distraction, but by the time he had managed to type the words ‘meet me at’, he was called in for a new assignment. Perhaps a different time. 

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Whenever Jim was angry, he was angry. It wasn’t as if he could hide and wait it out, since it was part of his job to communicate with his boss. At times it could be frustrating, to say the least. At times like these, he wish he could tell Jim to shut up and visit Jamie. And sometimes he did, but despite having nerves of steel and doing whatever the hell he wanted to do, there were times he simply had to take it in order to keep a job. He certainly had some ideas that could help blow off some steam. But... Perhaps a different time. 

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Sex could be considered one of Sebastian’s hobbies. One of the people closest to him was Jamie. It didn’t take a genius to do the math. It would be so incredibly easy to go for it, however, it’d come with many consequences. So once again, he ignored his instincts and desires and walked straight past the man. That day would remain an ordinary day. But perhaps a different time, that would change.

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Deciding to get drunk with Jamie certainly wasn’t a bad idea. Not at all. It just so happened that it made the other a bit more persuasive and a little more needy. It was obvious, judging from his behavior, that he wanted to do more than just drink and have a conversation. If the situation were to get out of hand, it’d be no one’s fault, really, but still, hadn’t he made his point of view clear by now? After emptying one last glass, he left, keeping the words ‘just in case’ in mind. Perhaps a different time alcohol could get them further.

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Meme || Not Accepting

6 April 1876

Their estates had always been close to one another. Sebastian had grown up with the Moriarty brothers. He’d been intimidated by James. Found a partner in crime with Jimmy. But ultimately, it was Jamie who he’d truly connected with. He was the one that found ways to make Sebastian smile when his father had been in a particularly foul mood. Or when he’d woke after a night dreaming of his deceased mother.

And for Jamie? Seb had been a constant. Someone who hadn’t left, even when given the opportunity. Granted, Seb had joined the militia, but he’d always kept in contact with the youngest Moriarty.

They talked about anything.  Life. Siblings. Relationships. The latter, in which neither of the men had been terribly successful. “ You know what your problem is,” he slurred one night, drunk on wine. “You keep ending up with these… these girls. When what you need is…. Someone… Someone… ”

His sentence trailed off. The two were laying back in the stables, lantern lighting enough surrounding area for them to read together. The storm outside had turned into a torrential downpour, the thunder wracking the walls the pair leaned against.

Things were always so easy with Jamie. Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t be the end if he were to just say what it is he’s been thinking for years now. How perfect it felt to be with him. How nothing would ever be the same if they could just…