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high key move.
you can now find jamie & i here.
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high key move.
you can now find jamie & i here.
Fanon Jim: Violent, dark, a monster, The Literal Worst (tm)
Canon Jim: my lay won’t cuddle me after sex and i’m literally telling EVERYONE
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You’re a woman, use it; bring every man you meet to his motherfucking knees
My mother (via kaltehand)
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oh, so that was the game she was going to be playing. eliot knew very well how games like this went. he blinked, unperturbed by her cool fingers and her lips by his ear. the tiniest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. his own hand fell delicately upon her knee, squeezing just lightly. his thumb moved over her knee gently. “i’ve got a few things lined up… i have some recon to be running…” he carded his fingers through his hair, the one on her knee moved just a little to press more against the inside of her leg. “some heads need squeezing too…” and then he linked his fingers together, resting atop his own knees as he leaned back into the couch. “but ‘s nothin’ that can’t be put off for a little while.”
his interlocked hands secure her slender legs against his chest, & while she could make a play to get up & get on with it, there is zero effort made on her behalf. limbs remaining draped over his lap, fingers fall from temple, visage resting weight on couch cushion. ❛ or perhaps you could come to lunch with me. meet another one of my loyal clients. should everything go according to plan you & i will be leaving for DUBAI in two weeks time. ❜ an offer, in case he’d rather an easier day ahead of him. the current jobs she's assigned to him locally are . . . dull, to her standards, at least.
sometimes i wonder if i should just make jamie a fandomless moriarty.
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& Moriarty is never going to change.
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So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad we had to fade it
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Sometime when you have a year or two to spare I commend to you the study of Professor Moriarty
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“There is no Irene, there is only Moriarty and Moriarty is never going to change.”
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“youre obsessed with yourself” and youre not??? sad. tragic.
@hittcr // ctd from x
well out of his element, spencer hasn’t the slightest in just how SOFT she can truly be. only small tastes here & there, barely noticeable by the senses. tiny morsels of favoritism. ❛ mm, no. ❜ a digit lazily traverses along the jut of his maw, gentle smirk playing on her lips as grey eyes meet grey eyes. ❛ as much as i’d adoooore lying around useless all day within handsome company, i’ve a criminal empire which needs tending to. after all, darling, ❜ her lips fall nearer to his ear, voice a mere whisper.
❛ there’s no rest for the wicked. ❜ her ghosting graze retreats, space befalling visage as knuckles support her cheek & elbow props. how nonchalantly she moves on. ❛ what are your plans for the day, hm? ❜
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and he was damn lucky that she was so full of surprises. a soft smile settled on his lips and eliot closed his eyes for a moment in an attempt to gather all the bits of him that were tired and hurting and broken. he wanted to go home. but he couldn’t go home. not this time. “le’s go…” his words are mush in his mouth, tongue barely able to keep up with the words he needed to speak. a battered hand gripped at her wrist lightly and he gave her another little smile, eyes nearly pleading for her to take him away from this place. “guess ‘m comin’ over…” that was the only other option. unless she wanted to put him in a hotel room. she’d have to pay for it too, because he had nothing at the moment. when he stood, he swayed, just a little, a hand reaching out to rest against the back of the uncomfortable chair for some kind of support until he’d found his feet again. it could be much much worse. “le’s just… go.”
calloused pads brush pale forelimb & a woman so adverse to being TOUCHED out of turn is brought to a fleeting ( & unnoticeable ) pause of docility. he has in the past, sure for it is necessary ; but not like this. not accompanied by heartfelt smiles or pain deeply set within his brilliant blue eyes. there’s a particular beauty in that moment & it moves her. perhaps, they’ve established a new breed of TRUST.
she hums, elegant throat vibrating lowly in response to his blatant stubbornness. ❛ i suppose you are, ❜ quiet laughter follows. what more could she do other than humor his comedic remark?? hospitals are neither‘s favorite. she isn’t to put him in a hotel while he’s vulnerable. & so her flat seems the only logical choice. as he stands, lithe arm snakes its way about his waist for additional support, silenced gun remaining in hand of the other.
❛ donovan’s waiting outside. ❜