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Seeing all these posts about 221B con makes me really really sad because I can’t go since my job hasn’t let me come in for a month because they can no longer afford to pay me and I have no idea when I’ll be working again. It’s getting to the point where I’m not even sure I can afford my hotel for ACen. It’s getting to the point where I can’t find a new job at all and am thinking about going to school and having to live at home until I’m 32.
Just once I’d like all my careful planning and doing the ‘right thing’ (i.e. doing well in school, getting a degree, working hard) to work out.
Sebastian should have known better. The night had been too perfect, Jim had been in too good of a mood. When the punishment he was waiting for never came, he had just written it off as one of his Boss’ quirks. He had never expected it to turn out this severe and now he couldn’t even ask what he had done wrong.
And alright, maybe Jim didn’t intend this to be hurtful to him, but knowing the mad bastard, he had certainly thought about it. It seemed to explain the extravagance and careful planning of the night before. Forcing him into a suit, the blow job he received in the fancy ass hotel room, the two guys a few rooms down that he got to kill with his bare hands and then the fantastic bloody sex he got upon returning to their room. His gut twisted painfully as he remembered the recently passed hours, having had no knowledge at the time of their intention as an apology.
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, staring down at his Boss - not former Boss, not yet, god please not yet - with the slightly manic smile still on Jim’s face, blood pooling out from the back of his head onto the rooftop. Sebastian felt too sick to even smoke but he lit a cigarette anyway, ignoring the way his hand shook when he tried to light it. Managing after a few minutes he took one drag before promptly forgetting about it, letting the cigarette hang from his mouth and burn down to the filter on its own.
He stood there until the cleaning crew arrived and he punched the one who first touched Jim, angry over the fact that they knew and he had been left in the dark. They spoke to him in gentle tones that were meant to soothe but failed miserably. Sebastian stared at Jim more intently now, knowing the crew had to get on with their job soon before police arrived. He did his best to memorize every little detail, to burn the image of Jim into his mind. He choked on a sob as he knew it would do no good. Time erodes everything and eventually the edges would become too soft and too unfitting - Jim had never been soft.
With a nod, he allowed the crew to continue their work, lighting another cigarette and smoking it properly as he turned and left.
Sebastian Moran was no longer the second most dangerous man in London.
Just watched Sea Wall and…. and at first I’m all ‘oh this isn’t as sad as everyone says’ and then… you think. And you absorb. Like a sponge. And really process the story and… Just….