Tag: mormor

nixiesaurus:

napoleongonewrong:

There’s something interesting about men who are a specific type of broken. You can do anything you like to their bodies, and it won’t seep into their heads and truly get to them. You might ask yourself some variation of ‘why is that?’ or ‘how can that be possible?’

It’s really quite simple.

A man who is truly broken has already damaged his mind so utterly beyond repair that it’s truly possible to crack the walls you might think rest between torture and his psyche. That’s because he doesn’t have any.

How many times do you imagine someone has broken a man like Sebastian?

Really broken him, pushed him down to the very depths of what he can handle, and then further?

Quite a few, one might think.

A disgraced soldier. Captured in the line of duty. They don’t take too kindly to his type.

Go further than that, and what might you find?

Maybe he’s the reason he chose the path he did is that he was broken at the very start. A lifetime of shattered bones, of vicious words, and attempts to completely destroy what little soul he had.

Not everyone has the lovely parents.

So here you are, with a man who has never known what it meant to be whole — who probably views it as some alien concept for people that aren’t him — you shove him into a life that just pushes that concept further into the big picture, and then what do you get?

A pie?

Or a slate so mucked up and ruined that you could quite literally do anything you like with him, torture him until is very dying breath, and still you wouldn’t find your way inside his mind if he didn’t want you there.

And if you honestly believe that he’s so much your intellectual inferior that you can creep your way in through words…well, then, you’re nowhere near the man anyone gives you credit for being. And you’re in for a nasty surprise.

So yes, my dear Mr Holmes. You have my Sebastian.

But the answer is an incredibly clear, resounding ‘no’. 

No, I won’t bargain with you for him.

No, I will not rush to his aid believing that you can break him.

No, I do not fear that he will turn on me.

And no, I most certainly do not hold any credit to your ability to torture him.

All of that is followed by a yes.

Yes, I will kill quite a few people should you end his life.

Yes, I do intend to get him back eventually.

And yes, you should be frightened about every single thing that I will do to you in retribution for every scratch on his body when he returns to me.

So say your prayers, like a good little boy, make certain that your will is up to date. But in the meantime, enjoy what’s left of your high horse, and try not to be too disappointed when you realise that you’re just as bad as the rest of us.

Holy fucking shit.

It’s been a long time since my jaw’s dropped from reading something that had such an unexpected ending.  I was like, ‘Oh, here’s another Seb Moran ficlet, alright.’

Bravo.  Bra-vo.