Sebastian Moran

sunshineandsemtex:

coltommyatkins:

“Hello, you.” ‘Bastian’s hand is at the back of Jim’s neck, and his fingers toy with the chain resting against his skin. “What’ve you just fixed, then?”

Jim traces his initials, partially out of habit, partially because he’s still not quite used to the yoursmine dynamic- not that he minds it, just requires some grounding when he thinks about it. The question registers after a moment, and he frowns. “People keep attacking me with their mouths.”

‘Bas rolls his eyes. “Who this time?” At this point his annoyance isn’t even out of possessiveness, it’s just getting obnoxious. He leans down a bit to trace the shell of Jim’s ear with his lips, very calmly reminding himself that it doesn’t matter because he’s the only one in the world who’s allowed to do so.

“Shall I sharpen my knives again?”