Prompting Part XXIV
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Once upon a time, Jim had ordered Sebastian to dispose of the leader of a Chinese smuggling ring who had been helping him. Jim had wanted her gone and Seb had complied. She had been a tool, another instrument in the elegant symphony that Jim was conducting and she had needed replacing.
“She’s gone and compromised me,” Jim had said, bored, spinning a pencil on the palm of his hand. “Get rid of her Seb, that’s a dear.”
“Who are you going to call when you need to get rid of me?” Seb had asked, half small talk, half genuine curiosity.
Jim had laughed delightedly. “Why my darling Sebastian, I’ll ask you to do it yourself.”
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To die by your side was sentimental bullshit. To die because you told me to die was better only if it was Jim Moriarty doing the telling.
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Seb steps out onto the roof, blinking momentarily in the light. He glances about. Jim’s not there. Then his gaze slides down, to the thin form sprawled on the slates.
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Seb knew that Jim was going to kill him one day. Knew it. Knows it.
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So Jim doesn’t kill him, then, in the end. In the end Jim dies on a rooftop. In the end Jim shoves a gun in his mouth and kills himself. Sebastian looks down at the body, the already-congealing blood in a dark halo around the still manically grinning face. He sighs. “Obsessive fuck,” he mutters. “That was a fucking stupid trick to pull.”
Seb crouches by the body and watches. The definition of the word worry has exploded in the back of his head but by the time it reaches the front of his mind it’s not worry anymore. It's something Seb would have called grief is Seb knew what grief was.
“Christ Jim,” he sighs. “It was supposed to me putting a bullet through my brain, not you. You got it mixed up, you dickhead.”
Below, on the street, Sherlock Holmes is taken away under a white sheet. On the roof, James Moriarty is lying in a pool of blood while Sebastian Moran lights a cigarette.
Seb picks up the gun lying besides Jim’s immobile form. He turns it over. It’s heavy in his hand.
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But
Not
Quite
Heavy
Enough
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He frowns, slightly. He peers at the barrel.
Seb aims the gun -a bit carelessly, but what the hell, it’s going to burn anyways, he knows the meaning of legacy- at the low stone wall running around the edge of the roof. He squeezes the trigger.
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Bang.
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And a light mist.
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Seb frowns; sniffs. A distinctly sweet chemical odor that he recognizes. Chloroform. Turns back to Jim, lying spread-eagled on the ground.
Seb crouches again and swipes a finger at the drying red. He tastes it.
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It’s blood, yes, but
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He lifts Jim’s head gently. Runs a light, practiced finger through the dark matted hair. Feels the bruise forming on the otherwise smooth, unbroken skull. There’s a small, rubbery thing, too- a burst balloon. Seb pulls it from under Jim’s hair. A small trickle of blood spills from the pinched corner. There’s still some blood remaining pooled in the balloon.
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“You absolute little shit, Jim, I am going to fucking kill you when you wake up-”
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It’s getting dark when Jim opens his eyes; says, in a voice that would be plaintive if it weren’t coming from Jim Moriarty, the world’s only consulting criminal, the empire, “Seb?”
And Seb is there, of course he is. Because Jim Moriarty is an empire, but Sebastian Moran is his army.
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Seb and Jim are such nasty fucks, I lovelovelove 'em
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that should have been 2/2! Woe is me.
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-love from author!anon
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Bravo.
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Thank you so much! I was rather worried about the characterization, to be honest, and it's such a relief that it seems I did alright on it.
(and I'll allow myself to shamelessly promote: I have filled another M/M prompt here...http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/15253.html?thread=82371477#t82371477 NO REGRETS)
And once again, asdkl THANK YOU
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HERE, HAVE IT
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maybe linked on Tumblr
fess up, fess up
/enjoys to no end
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