inferuxs:

                                “Speak the names, and a man will do the rest.                   

09-20 / 1:05 / 8 notes / inferuxs

marksmanmoran:

whipinhand:

“Well cleaning is pretty easy,” she smiled playfully, his comment lingering in her mind like a hot coal pressed against cool skin. Irene really did miss Sebastian’s presence. She just hadn’t seen him in so long that she had nearly forgotten what it felt like. It felt… Nice. “It’s even easier if someone’s there to help~.” 

“Are you asking me to clean your house, Miss Adler?” He asks, leering forward and a smirk pulling at his lips. He wouldn’t say no, either. For her, he would say yes. Anything she asked of him now, just to continue being with her, he’d say yes. “Don’t go getting ideas about putting me in bloody maid outfits.” 

She couldn’t help but teasingly lean forward for the shortest of a second, mirroring his expression before retreating to her previous stance. Feet shoulder width apart, hands intertwined against her hips, hair loosely falling against her neck. “Maid outfit… Good thinking,” she joked. “I can clean on my own, Sebastian. But moving… That’s different.” Irene raised a brow suggestively.

marksmanmoran:

“I’ve never been one to forget your preferences.” He chuckled with her. Sebastian knew he had missed Irene, but it seemed so much more now that he was seeing her, talking to her. It was a feeling he tried to stomp on. “Don’t know about that, moving’s easier than cleaning.” 

"Well cleaning is pretty easy,” she smiled playfully, his comment lingering in her mind like a hot coal pressed against cool skin. Irene really did miss Sebastian’s presence. She just hadn’t seen him in so long that she had nearly forgotten what it felt like. It felt… Nice. “It’s even easier if someone’s there to help~.” 

marksmanmoran:

whipinhand:

“Let’s see…” She paused for a moment and looked as if scanning through a mentally simulated calendar. “Just to continue remodeling some of the rooms in my home,” the woman replied. “Not anything too eventful, really. How about yourself? Any big plans?” 

The sniper smiled at her, is face set softly as he watched her mentally go through her schedule. “Why the need to remodel? Would just be easier to get a new place, won’t it?” He asks, because he he really doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t just look for another place. “Not really. Just the usual of working and drinking in between shifts, I s’pose. S’a hard life.” 

Irene chuckled at his remark, remembering times before when she’d be at home waiting and Sebastian would be out with his colleagues having drinks. Her mind quickly wandered. “I could imagine you thinking that, yes. The location, though. It’s secluded and out of the way of everything. Most all of the new buildings are constructed right on top of each other, nearly. You know how I like my space,” she grinned. “Plus, moving is an inconvenience.” 

marksmanmoran:

whipinhand:

“Let’s see…” She paused for a moment and looked as if scanning through a mentally simulated calendar. “Just to continue remodeling some of the rooms in my home,” the woman replied. “Not anything too eventful, really. How about yourself? Any big plans?” 

The sniper smiled at her, is face set softly as he watched her mentally go through her schedule. “Why the need to remodel? Would just be easier to get a new place, won’t it?” He asks, because he he really doesn’t understand why she wouldn’t just look for another place. “Not really. Just the usual of working and drinking in between shifts, I s’pose. S’a hard life.” 

Irene chuckled at the man’s last remark, remembering his awfully late nights out while she was at home, him having drinks with fellow ‘colleagues.’ “I suppose you could think so… The location, though. It’s tucked away. Lots of the new developments and such are stacked on top of each other and in the middle of the city. You know how I like my space,” she grinned. “Besides, moving is an inconvenience. I don’t trust other people with my furniture.”

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kitty-en-classe:

incidents No. 27 by Henry Wessel

Help Me See

marksmanmoran:

With a roll of his eyes, he picked up his fork first and set into eating, if she wanted to be all clean and picky, she’d just have to deal. Though, he’s honestly not as bad as most, really. He showers, cleans when there is nothing to do and makes sure at least once a week, on the days that he feels like James Moriarty could return, he makes sure the flat is spotless. And when the day is done, the sun rising into another day, Sebastian Moran looses it. 

He would be as messy as he likes, filling the flat with intoxicating cigarette smoke, letting the dishes pile up on the sink until nothing is left and leaving his bottles of beer and whiskey around the place until it makes himself sick. Luckily, for Irene, she’s come on a day where he’s beginning the weekly clean up. It’s not as bad as it has been. 

The smile came somewhat easy to Sebastian when his and Irene’s hands bumped, but it was more because he had missed that contact, missed having someone he could accidently bump into for food or for anything, really. Though, he’s sure it wasn’t all of accident. There was a reason the woman was here, sitting with him, feeding him. “You just don’t understand it, Irene,” he says, the same thing he tells everyone that tries to turn his reasoning. “He’ll come back. This thing with Holmes just went out of control. He probably needs to make everyone forget him.” 

The stench of Sebastian’s apartment was beginning to slowly subside for Irene as the two finished their dinner in silence. She was done before him and took advantage of the quiet time for her to think about what to say next. Sebastian really, truly believes that Jim will come back and with the condition that the ex-colonel is in, there would be no easy way to tell him that it’s never going to happen- That Jim is never coming home.

A few minutes later Irene gathered their empty takeout containers and walked towards the overflowing trash can with a sigh. This was her last straw. Empty whiskey bottles all over the place, somewhat empty junk food bags, dirty laundry, and even dishes engulf Sebastian’s flat. This was so unhealthy, both physically and emotionally. Why did Jim do all of this? Did he even take into consideration the peoplperson he would hurt? The thought made Irene feel some sympathy towards Sebastian. Some.  

She set the takeout boxes on the pile of trash and walked back to the cluttered table where Sebastian sat waiting for her. “No…” she began audibly, but gently. “You don’t understand, Sebastian. Your well-being is at risk because of letting yourself go… Jim,” she slowly shook her head, “Jim isn’t here anymore. I just need to know how I can somehow ingrain that into your mind. I just. I hate seeing you like this. You mean so much to me and to see you melt down like this is terrible. So terrible.” With that, Irene leaned forward and clasped her hands together on the tabletop, a sympathetic expression etched upon her elegant features. “He’s not coming home. Jim’s dead.” 

marksmanmoran:

whipinhand:

“Well, it seems somehow my plans have changed since I’ve spoken with you; though I was on my way home. The weather isn’t looking too promising so I figure being inside would be best,” Irene offered a lift of her brow along with raised cheeks, her smirk slightly noticeable. “Hm~ How you catch those bad people oh so well.”

“Most probable.” He smiled, gently. “You’ve seen how I work, Miss Adler. You would know how well I am at catching them. Now that your back in London, what are your plans?” 

"Let’s see…" She paused for a moment and looked as if scanning through a mentally simulated calendar. "Just to continue remodeling some of the rooms in my home," the woman replied. "Not anything too eventful, really. How about yourself? Any big plans?" 

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