Sebastian Moran (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-22 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | {james moriarty, {sebastian moran |
Characters: Sebastian Moran & Jim Moriarty
When: This afternoon
Location: 405 - Jim's
Warnings/Rating: Inappropriateness, at the very least.
Summary: Catching up.
Status: Incomplete
Sebastian was no boy scout. His career had left him with a fairly blasé attitude toward sudden and violent change, and naturally working with Jim Moriarty only heightened one's expectations that anything could explode at any given moment. So when he'd left the sea of tuxedos at the Tate's gala exhibition to follow his target into a stairwell and had wound up instead in a sleeper car on a train in the middle of nowhere, he'd been ... annoyed. Frustrated. Puzzled. But not, in the end, particularly ruffled. Sometimes things took a wrong turning and you couldn't tell why, and you just turned with it and waited for the answer to present itself, and often enough it did - not rarely in the form of Jim turning up somewhere unexpected. So far, not too different from business as usual. It was the same reason he hadn't really let himself worry when Moriarty had disappeared; he had a faith in his employer that would probably have been considered irrational by anyone who hadn't been on the receiving end of so many apparently lucky breaks. He rapped at the door - Brook, that was a new one - with a tray of coffee in hand, miserably overdressed and trying to resign himself to what was bound to be an unsatisfactory explanation; he couldn't imagine even Jim knew what the fuck this was all about. That was only fair, because his explanation as to why he'd failed to shoot his mark in the head involved being magically transported to wherever this was. They could both be mixed up, for once. |