Run/Date
The flames rise high, licking the sky, and Sebastian is tense, standing close behind Jim with his hand resting lightly but protectively on the small of his back. It’s a gorgeous sight and Sebastian glances down at Jim because his manic glee is just as good. He’s been working on this job for months now, tirelessly, near ceaselessly, and here it finally is all finished in front of them in the form of a factory on fire and ten men with bullet holes in their foreheads. Sebastian has their blood on his knuckles and smeared across his jaw.
Jim finally sleeps that night, but the next evening Sebastian has something of a surprise planned for him. He emerges from his room all dressed up in a new suit and tells Jim to do the same. Jim shoots him a curious look but, for once, does as he’s told without arguing, as though he knows he’s going to get something good out of this.
Sebastian drives them to the restaurant. It’s one of the highest in London with a sprawling view spreading across the city, its twinkling streetlights the stars beneath them. He’s bought the place out, it’s empty of everyone except them, and he doesn’t mind if Jim doesn’t eat if he doesn’t feel like it. It’s just for the sake of taking time away from it all, reminding themselves of things they forget in the smoking recoil of a warm gun. A momentary lull in the storm.
Morning
“Y’know, I reckon you can still walk straight. Lemme just sort that out for you, yeah?”
Wine/Night
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[Text] ithink its fcuking hilarious
[Text] mcoe round?
[Text] Imiss uoio
[Text] and
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