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Jim Moore ♕ Professor J. Moriarty (oweyouafall) wrote in thereincarnates,

Jim would be lying if he said that he wasn't first attracted to Matthias's looks alone. Anyone with eyes could see just how achingly beautiful the man was, but once Jim had been able to see Matthias without clothes, his opinion on the man's beauty hadn't lessened any. Perhaps if he were someone else, the visible scars the other man wore would have been enough to turn him off completely, but Jim wasn't just anybody else. If anything, the scars Matthias wore, both visible and not, only made Jim more attracted to him. He might wear his darkness more on his sleeve, but the hidden darkness inside Matthias was an endless source of inspiration to the napoleon of crime. He loved it.

At Matthias's pointed question, Jim hid a smile behind his finger nails before he drew them back to study them, taking his time before answering. Jim was meticulous in everything he did, even in the most intimate of situations. Maybe especially. Matthias had more than earned Jim's trust a hundred times over, and while Jim's innate paranoia kept him from always immediately recognizing it (or ever verbally acknowledging it), he did trust Matthias. At least enough that having Matthias followed was never an immediate impulse of his like it was with everyone else, and the only reason someone had been on their tail tonight had been because of who was in Matthias's company.

"I had him followed." Jim finally stepped away from the door frame and slowly crossed the floor, like a cat stalking its prey, to where Matthias stood as he disrobed. He was a dangerous man, yes, but not necessarily here. Jim knew how loyal Matthias was to him, and it was perhaps even possible that despite being the less sentimental of the pair, Jim mirrored that loyalty in his partner. Though if Jim's trust was ever broken, he was still cold enough that his affection for Matthias wouldn't save him. Jim was not incapable of loving, but when he loved, he loved just as dangerously as he lived. He stopped just behind Matthias, drawing a single, gentle finger down the scar that covered his spine while speaking softly near his ear. "I have it on good authority that he's at Here&Gone. Fear not, my love. Things could still turn out in our favor."