It was actually forty eight photographs. And Sebastian’s poses were rather impressive. And some of them just downright filthy. Jim has already made a dozen copies of each.
Sebastian learns just how attached Jim is to his clothing collection, when he returns from a job with a bleeding arm and they brush past each other. Jim hasn’t spoken to him face to face in three days. The waistcoat sits on the dining table, a bloodied memorial.
Jim isn’t dealing well with the London heatwave, and Sebastian walking around the house, slick and half-naked, is making him even more irritable and uncomfortable. He sits, brooding, beside a window in his suit, scowling at the world.
Sebastian has a terrible fear of storms, probably something to do with his mother leaving during a bout of thunder and lightning when he was small. He won’t admit to it for love nor money, and Jim finds it rather sweet. Big, tough sniper is frightened of a little rain and light.
give me a character and i’ll give you a sample of how i’d rp them
mind control is literally the saddest trope
i mean how fucking awful is it to see someone trying to kill their best friends or lovers or family because some fuckers has got into their head and fucked it up. to see characters yell at someone they love to remember and fight it and you’re stronger than this. to see the aftermath where these characters has to face the fact that they almost killed or did kill someone they care about more than themselves
mind control is fucked up