[An AU!Good!Moriarty role play blog where the professor is a consulting detective on the side of his teachings. Open for multi-fandom interactions.]
He reached and put a hand over James eyes when he noticed him doing that. Other arm getting behind him to keep him walking with him. “We ain’ ona case, sir.” He blew smoke out away from James.
Smirking a bit because walking while blinded wasn’t all that fun. He was being a bit obnoxious again.
“Sebastian,” he started, huffing and trying to get the hand out of his face, “this is not necessary. Desist, if you would, please.” James did not look entirely amused, nor entirely angry, which was good for Sebastian at least.
Sebastian took his hand away and let him walk on his own. “Heh.” He flashed a bit of a grin at James then behaved. Walking quietly next to him. James didn’t seem to have a talking mood going. And he didn’t mind. Wasn’t like he was the best at words.
James glanced at him and offered a brief smile before he eyed the park and made his way over there. It was one of those days where he just needed some quiet time with nothing truly on his mind. It was a welcomed thing to have at times. Not a luxury he tended to have very often.
Once a bench was open, he took a seat and pulled out the bag of seeds.
He didn’t often stay inside all day and stick so close to James when he was working. He found things to do here or there to take care of his restless kicks, but on bad days like this one. “I stay inside ‘cause o’ me.” He muttered when they were both outside.
He stayed in step next to James. Going through his pockets for one of his pre-rolled cigarettes. “Days like taday, I dun trus’ myself, James.” Didn’t trust himself to slip back into bad habits. The ones that left track marks in his elbows and had him coming home smelling like booze and a bar fight. “Ya kin?” He snorted and lit up the cigarette going silent to just walk with James.Trying to let the open air calm his mind a little.
Ah. One of those days. He didn’t speak of it, but he did nod in understanding. James walked on away from the smoke. Hypocritical since he did like his pipe now and then, but he really didn’t feel up to getting any of that in his lugs, not after just recently recovering from a cold.
The fresh air was nice, and it was a pleasant mild afternoon. Just the right temperature. James went about roaming his eyes over everything, quietly making deductions he didn’t speak out loud. He had learned to tame that a bit.He reached and put a hand over James eyes when he noticed him doing that. Other arm getting behind him to keep him walking with him. “We ain’ ona case, sir.” He blew smoke out away from James.
Smirking a bit because walking while blinded wasn’t all that fun. He was being a bit obnoxious again.
“Sebastian,” he started, huffing and trying to get the hand out of his face, “this is not necessary. Desist, if you would, please.” James did not look entirely amused, nor entirely angry, which was good for Sebastian at least.
“Out. side.” He clarified all of the thought he had on the matter. He sounded cagey to the nth degree. He wanted to move. Distract. Do something. It was just one of those days he had sometimes. He shoved the papers off the desk to the ground.
Not even close to agitated with James. He flicked the pen after the papers and got up to take to pacing around the room at random. He didn’t even know why he was angry. He just was. An alternative to outright moping maybe.
“You know you don’t have to stay here with me all the time,” James said matter-of-factually while he waved a pen before he finished the last correction and scribbled a grade to the top. “No use caging yourself. If I really need you for anything, you know I’ll call. In any case,” He looked unimpressed by Sebastian’s tantrum. “Outside it is. Shall we?”
He stood up then, stacking the papers neatly while he went to grab a small seed bag for the birds if they went to the park.“‘Cause I ain’t stickin’ ‘round for you.” Seb shook his head. Pulling his gloves on tighter on impulse. “When ‘m inside all day on my own, it ain’t fer you.”
Sebastian paced around a bit more before he noticed James heading for the door. He detoured and headed like a puppy told he was going for walk straight to the door outside. Where he waited so he could open the door when James caught up.
He was not up for any arguments and let it go, eyebrow faintly raised as Sebastian at the door ahead of him. James knew for a fact that Sebastian needed order, some kind of incentive in doing anything. Even if the former colonel didn’t want to acknowledge it. “Hm, thank you, Sebastian,” he said casually when the door was opened for him and he stepped on outside.
He didn’t often stay inside all day and stick so close to James when he was working. He found things to do here or there to take care of his restless kicks, but on bad days like this one. “I stay inside ‘cause o’ me.” He muttered when they were both outside.
He stayed in step next to James. Going through his pockets for one of his pre-rolled cigarettes. “Days like taday, I dun trus’ myself, James.” Didn’t trust himself to slip back into bad habits. The ones that left track marks in his elbows and had him coming home smelling like booze and a bar fight. “Ya kin?” He snorted and lit up the cigarette going silent to just walk with James.Trying to let the open air calm his mind a little.
Ah. One of those days. He didn’t speak of it, but he did nod in understanding. James walked on away from the smoke. Hypocritical since he did like his pipe now and then, but he really didn’t feel up to getting any of that in his lugs, not after just recently recovering from a cold.
The fresh air was nice, and it was a pleasant mild afternoon. Just the right temperature. James went about roaming his eyes over everything, quietly making deductions he didn’t speak out loud. He had learned to tame that a bit.
“Out. side.” He clarified all of the thought he had on the matter. He sounded cagey to the nth degree. He wanted to move. Distract. Do something. It was just one of those days he had sometimes. He shoved the papers off the desk to the ground.
Not even close to agitated with James. He flicked the pen after the papers and got up to take to pacing around the room at random. He didn’t even know why he was angry. He just was. An alternative to outright moping maybe.
“You know you don’t have to stay here with me all the time,” James said matter-of-factually while he waved a pen before he finished the last correction and scribbled a grade to the top. “No use caging yourself. If I really need you for anything, you know I’ll call. In any case,” He looked unimpressed by Sebastian’s tantrum. “Outside it is. Shall we?”
He stood up then, stacking the papers neatly while he went to grab a small seed bag for the birds if they went to the park.“‘Cause I ain’t stickin’ ‘round for you.” Seb shook his head. Pulling his gloves on tighter on impulse. “When ‘m inside all day on my own, it ain’t fer you.”
Sebastian paced around a bit more before he noticed James heading for the door. He detoured and headed like a puppy told he was going for walk straight to the door outside. Where he waited so he could open the door when James caught up.
He was not up for any arguments and let it go, eyebrow faintly raised as Sebastian at the door ahead of him. James knew for a fact that Sebastian needed order, some kind of incentive in doing anything. Even if the former colonel didn’t want to acknowledge it. “Hm, thank you, Sebastian,” he said casually when the door was opened for him and he stepped on outside.
“Yes. I’d like tha’.” He cleaned up his accent a little and shifted back upright. Pulling the paper back over to start doodling again. He was pretty good at sketching with pencils and pens.
Sebastian picked something he could let consume his thoughts for awhile. Which ended up being James. So he did a lot of varied sketching of the man. The nicer smiles. That not so nicer smiles. Favorite suits on James or off James in some cases. Small obsession. A small one.Couldn’t blame Seb, though. James was all he really had anymore. He kept his mind as absorbed as he could on the drawings until James finished. Fearing, if he didn’t, he might go find the kitchen and start knocking back beers more than he usually did.
“Any place in mind?” James went about asking while he was on the last paper to grade. He checked his watch for the time, musing to himself. The day had been going by too fast for him, although he knew it was quite opposite for Sebastian.
“Out. side.” He clarified all of the thought he had on the matter. He sounded cagey to the nth degree. He wanted to move. Distract. Do something. It was just one of those days he had sometimes. He shoved the papers off the desk to the ground.
Not even close to agitated with James. He flicked the pen after the papers and got up to take to pacing around the room at random. He didn’t even know why he was angry. He just was. An alternative to outright moping maybe.
“You know you don’t have to stay here with me all the time,” James said matter-of-factually while he waved a pen before he finished the last correction and scribbled a grade to the top. “No use caging yourself. If I really need you for anything, you know I’ll call. In any case,” He looked unimpressed by Sebastian’s tantrum. “Outside it is. Shall we?”
He stood up then, stacking the papers neatly while he went to grab a small seed bag for the birds if they went to the park.
Sebastian made a pitiful groan of a sound. Boy was he ever. Bored. Bored. Boreddddd. Something he heard out of Moriarty more than James, but right now he could sympathize with that secret part of James’ brain.
Bored and left to stew in less than pleasant thoughts. The sort that drove him, freshly booted out of the army, to the lifestyle James found him wasting away in. But bored sounded less like a man with a depressive problem.He picked up his head and let it drop forehead first into the top of the desk he was at. “Aye. Bored. Brain won’ shuddup fer nuffin’.”
“We could go out later if you are up for it,” James suggested. He was surprisingly caught up on his many activities. He stroked the bird’s feathers through the cage before closing it and walking back to his desk. “I just have a few more papers to go through.” For now.
“Yes. I’d like tha’.” He cleaned up his accent a little and shifted back upright. Pulling the paper back over to start doodling again. He was pretty good at sketching with pencils and pens.
Sebastian picked something he could let consume his thoughts for awhile. Which ended up being James. So he did a lot of varied sketching of the man. The nicer smiles. That not so nicer smiles. Favorite suits on James or off James in some cases. Small obsession. A small one.Couldn’t blame Seb, though. James was all he really had anymore. He kept his mind as absorbed as he could on the drawings until James finished. Fearing, if he didn’t, he might go find the kitchen and start knocking back beers more than he usually did.
“Any place in mind?” James went about asking while he was on the last paper to grade. He checked his watch for the time, musing to himself. The day had been going by too fast for him, although he knew it was quite opposite for Sebastian.
James wasn’t entirely aware of his mood swings that gave him the impression he was someone else entirely. There were hints here and there, but he rarely acknowledged them. They had yet to pose any real problem, so he didn’t worry about it. Besides, any proof was casually deleted as useless information anyway. Sebastian somehow loved bringing that up, but it wasn’t like the professor ever remembered.
He had urges, instincts, temptations he wouldn’t normally act on. Those he suppressed as best as he could, but really, he was only human, and open for mistakes. James still didn’t like to think about it. But, at least he had Sebastian for those moments when he lost himself. The man didn’t judge. Had no reason to. They were both the same yet completely different. They balanced each other out.
James was sure that if he hadn’t brought the former colonel in his life, that Lestrade wouldn’t be consulting him anymore, but locking him up. He was aware how dangerous he could be, how dangerous he was because he knew so much and could do so much with his mind that he could own the entirety of London and more if he put himself to the task. And if he was bored enough, he would.
And that was why he made himself work so hard. To keep himself from that urge and when it became too much, he had Sebastian to let it all out with. No one else needed to know. Just the two of them.
The professor glanced over from his paper work, watching his companion glancing out the window. He was interrupted by hearing Hubert’s chirping in his cage. He chuckled lightly and stood from his desk to feed the pigeon. “Bored, are we?” he asked Sebastian.Sebastian made a pitiful groan of a sound. Boy was he ever. Bored. Bored. Boreddddd. Something he heard out of Moriarty more than James, but right now he could sympathize with that secret part of James’ brain.
Bored and left to stew in less than pleasant thoughts. The sort that drove him, freshly booted out of the army, to the lifestyle James found him wasting away in. But bored sounded less like a man with a depressive problem.He picked up his head and let it drop forehead first into the top of the desk he was at. “Aye. Bored. Brain won’ shuddup fer nuffin’.”
“We could go out later if you are up for it,” James suggested. He was surprisingly caught up on his many activities. He stroked the bird’s feathers through the cage before closing it and walking back to his desk. “I just have a few more papers to go through.” For now.
His Professor had his Moriarty days.
Sebastian had his own. Granted, his off days were marginally less outwardly destructive and more self-destructive. Echoes of past behaviors.
Moran had days where his mind went into deep dark place in his own mind. A jungle of despair without source. He’d prowl about it and find all the things he hated about himself and his life lurking in the leaves. They’d snipe him and it’d hurt so much.
Moran had his days. Days where he wanted to overdose on a drug. Drink himself into a nearly deadly stupor. Get into a fist fight with someone that might just manage to kill him. Hunt a tiger with a gun, a knife, and his bare hands while silently praying he lost the hunt.
Put a gun in his own mouth and pull the trigger.
Moran was pulled out his own dazed stare when the ashes of his cigarette hit the paper he’d been doodling on for the last two hours at an empty class desk. James was at his own desk. Working. As usual. Moran didn’t have anything to do that day, but his only reason for not going out and attempting to get himself killed was in that room with him. He was reluctant to leave it.
James.
Moran looked up and at the man. Almost his god. Close as he’d ever get to having one he believed in. Maybe that was pathetic, but it was true. And it kept him from destroying himself.
That man…Found him killing himself by inches in an empty alleyway. High on meth and drunk. Unable to walk on home. About to shoot a cat because his hallucinating mind thought it was a tiger. The next bullet would have been for his own brain. Just to make it stop. But that man found him there. Aiming sloppily while laying on the ground.
Distracted him. Asked him what seemed like pointless questions. Moran had felt like he was getting an intelligent stare from a cobra. Deciding if he was going to eat him or not. But almost…kinder. Was he going to pull the wretch up out of the gutters or not? Was there even a man worth saving in that deranged skull there?
James must have thought so by his slurred answers that day. Lord only knows what he found worth saving. But he did.
So Moran was here. Cleaned up. Respectable. Slightly obsessed with the man that saved him. The only person to look at him and see a man instead of ‘the Basher’. To know his skills and put them better use than even the army had. To mellow out all the anger he had in him.
He felt like a tamed tiger.
And it didn’t bother him at all. James didn’t cage him. He didn’t even leash him. He just had a collar of ownership and a voice Moran readily obeyed. He could still go out and do what he wanted. Even lose his temper with James now and then.
But the loyalty didn’t waver. That loyalty kept him tethered to the other man in the room and kept Moran at the desk he’d chosen to take up space in. Kept him from going out to destroy himself.
He lightly pushed his papers to the side of the desk and set the pen down. He set his head down on an arm and looked out the window of the classroom. Maybe he’d try to nap off his ‘day’. Though he toyed with the idea, he doubted he would. Instead he ended up listlessly staring out at the clouds.
James wasn’t entirely aware of his mood swings that gave him the impression he was someone else entirely. There were hints here and there, but he rarely acknowledged them. They had yet to pose any real problem, so he didn’t worry about it. Besides, any proof was casually deleted as useless information anyway. Sebastian somehow loved bringing that up, but it wasn’t like the professor ever remembered.
He had urges, instincts, temptations he wouldn’t normally act on. Those he suppressed as best as he could, but really, he was only human, and open for mistakes. James still didn’t like to think about it. But, at least he had Sebastian for those moments when he lost himself. The man didn’t judge. Had no reason to. They were both the same yet completely different. They balanced each other out.
James was sure that if he hadn’t brought the former colonel in his life, that Lestrade wouldn’t be consulting him anymore, but locking him up. He was aware how dangerous he could be, how dangerous he was because he knew so much and could do so much with his mind that he could own the entirety of London and more if he put himself to the task. And if he was bored enough, he would.
And that was why he made himself work so hard. To keep himself from that urge and when it became too much, he had Sebastian to let it all out with. No one else needed to know. Just the two of them.
The professor glanced over from his paper work, watching his companion glancing out the window. He was interrupted by hearing Hubert’s chirping in his cage. He chuckled lightly and stood from his desk to feed the pigeon. “Bored, are we?” he asked Sebastian.
“Yes, sir, I did.” He grinned cheekily and moved back to let him stand. He clasped gloved hands behind his back neatly. “Eider way ya was ta wear yerself out, James.” Moran just would not stop grinning now.
Clearly in a rare openly playful mood. Normally he was a little more toned down. He’d likely mellow back out soon. For now, though, he was thinking highly of himself and managing to get James to head for bed for a nap.
James huffed and shook his head, removing his jacket and placing it on the chair before he walked himself out of the office to his bedroom. “Rest assured you will be dealt with later when I am feeling better,” he said, waving a hand.
“Should I cross dress for that, sir?” FFFFFSEBYOU DO NOT KNOW WHEN TO STOP MESSING WITH THE PROFESSOR. Jesus. He lightly pushed the chair back in and slinked on after James to be sure he made it to bed.
He gave Moran a look for that one, turning his head. “Those were for the success for related cases, and you know that.” James shut the door shortly after. He really did not like being sick. It messed with his thought patterns. He forgot to grab a tissue box on the way. Damn it all. Oh, well, he’d live without it.
Sebastian’s vote was for amused. He lifted his head when James’ sneezed. Fairly confident he’d come back out of Moriarty mode on his own. He tilted his head while standing behind him and watched carefully. “Ya okay, Boss?”
“Fine…I’m fine,” he said stiffly, though his vision was starting to blur a bit. He removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. Okay, so maybe such activity had been a bad idea. It was catching up to him now that the fight was over.
Seb snorted lightly and set hands on James’ shoulders lightly. “Migh’ be needin’ a res’, sir.” He brought up ever so casually. He was getting his own bruising aches to a choice area and his ribs, but paltry. He’d have some molting for a day or two. He didn’t much care. “Pro’lly tucker yerself out.”
The professor sighed and reluctantly agreed now. “You planned this, didn’t you?” he grumbled halfheartedly. James closed the files on the papers and moved to stand up.
“Yes, sir, I did.” He grinned cheekily and moved back to let him stand. He clasped gloved hands behind his back neatly. “Eider way ya was ta wear yerself out, James.” Moran just would not stop grinning now.
Clearly in a rare openly playful mood. Normally he was a little more toned down. He’d likely mellow back out soon. For now, though, he was thinking highly of himself and managing to get James to head for bed for a nap.
James huffed and shook his head, removing his jacket and placing it on the chair before he walked himself out of the office to his bedroom. “Rest assured you will be dealt with later when I am feeling better,” he said, waving a hand.
