Tag: jim moriarty

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Sometimes Sebastian would still wake up and feel him there, staring, smiling underneath his arm. Often times Jim would lie in his bed just to watch him sleep, waking him up with a simple “Hi” and a quick rustle of the sheets. He didn’t know when or why he decided to do this. Jim had his own bed, hell his own mansion to sleep in. So the mornings when he was there, so incomprehensibly pleased and warm, Sebastian didn’t quite know what to make of it.

But he misses him.

Jim wasn’t a casual smoker. He didn’t smoke to kill himself faster or because he thought it made him look cool. He simple smoked from time to time because he liked the taste of ash in the back of his throat. He’d nick just a one cig from Sebastian and sit out on the balcony, sometimes buck naked other times in a sheet and just puff. He enjoyed the way the smoke curled up around his head in little rings. He enjoyed the calm it gave him. In a little bit he’d regret it but for now it was comfort.

Well look at this lovely little surprise; thank you, dear~  ❤