Some days, Jim’s mood flips entirely. He wakes up late, tosses his carefully planned schedule straight out the window, shuts off his phone, and spends the rest of the day tinkering away at his own inventions and concoctions. He’ll pilfer one of Sebastian’s older t-shirts -worn and frayed at the edges and much, much too big for him- and pad this way and that about the flat; occupying himself with any little thing that catches his fancy. He doesn’t say much- nothing more than one word demands, really- and, at night, he’ll spend hours out on the balcony just staring up at the sky.
And none of this bothers Sebastian because he learned long ago that these rare days will all end the same way. Jim sliding up to him, invading his personal space, taking the very breath from his lungs with the fierce intensity in which he steals his gaze, touches him, kisses him, fucks him; it’s like living in a dream. Hell, he even gets to smoke inside on these days, so, yeah, they don’t bother Sebastian one bit.
In fact, he may even go as far as to say they are his favorite.
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(Been really blocked lately, so I just wanted to get something out. idk, this is all pretty crap but, hey, it’s something, right?)
Lady Karasu 