themoran:

Sebastian saw Jim go limp and leapt forwards, catching the man under his arms and dragging him carefully across to the couch where he set him down. He casually patted down Jim’s pockets as he did and swiftly removed the scalpel, setting it on a high shelf where he knew the smaller man would not be able to reach it before moving back over.

“Boss?” He questioned lightly, shaking Jim’s shoulders. He didn’t know whether or not this was an act, so he was careful to lean over Jim’s arm to effectively restrain him should it be a rouse in order to attempt to grab Sebastian.

It was an act, of course. 
He didn’t feel like acting out on his anger at the moment, he was so angry he could be angry. It made him more tired than anything else and just passing out for a second, be it real or not, would be a blessing. Sorting thoughts, he felt Sebastian remove his scalpel, which was a bit annoying, but he made no move to stop him. 

He was completely limp when he was shaken, but it did make his eyes flutter a little so he figured he’d open them again. 

“hm?” 

themoran:

He watched Jim remove his jacket and shoes as he entered the flat and tried not to let the innocent air fool him, Sebastian knew Jim better than that.
“Good to see you too, boss.” He replied with a polite smile, trying not to fidget as he felt Jim’s gaze fix upon him. He didn’t plan on letting the man get close to him, and the best way to keep Jim calm and keeping his distance was to be polite and respectful. The last thing he needed was to further agitate his employer.
“How have you been?” He enquired, his tone still calm and neutral.

Jim’s fingers twitched a little at his sides, itching to wrap themselves around a neck or a knife. His eyes didn’t waver at all and he kept standing out of place just between the entrance and the living room. He too adopted a small and polite smile. This did however not make his eyes any less colder or furious. If anything they enhanced the promise of bloodshed his eyes reflected. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, eyes dragging over Sebastian in a fashion that made it clear his intentions weren’t good. 

“Oh, just terrible, Sebastian, terrible. And bored.” 

The words rolled of his tongue like acid, and were nothing but theatrical. He kept the anger out of his voice as well as his expression, but it was all burning in his eyes. 

“And you, darling?” 

themoran:

“It’s open!” Sebastian called as he heard the soft knocking on the door. He wasn’t sure he wanted to cross to the door and put himself that close to Jim  until he knew what the man’s mood was like.
He still stood, straightening his jacket and jeans, not wanting to be disrespectful when he knew the man would be angry. He recalled the argument that was the last face-to-face contact that he and Jim had and shuddered, frowning slightly.

Jim allowed himself a strange little smile when he was informed by those little words that Sebastian wasn’t about to approach him without knowing how bad his mood was. It was improvement from a few earlier times where Jim didn’t have to step into the flat before causing Sebastian pain. 

The smile slipped straight off his lips again, like it had never even been there only leaving Jim with the previously displeased and dark look he’d worn since the first message he sent. He entered the flat, dried off his shoes, removed them and his jacket, before padding further into the flat. The air around him while he preformed these acts was harmless and almost innocent, but when he laid his eyes on Sebastian after closing the door it shifted into something malicious and twisted. 

“Good to see you again.” 

themoran: 

Sebastian sat, silently, waiting for the polite knock at the door that he knew would arrive. That was the thing about Jim; his manners were impeccable even when he was threatening.
When he received the text he smiled nervously to himself before dropping his phone onto the coffee table and standing to check once more that he’d put away all potential weapons before sitting on the couch again, the seconds dragging as he sat. Waiting.

He took his time walking the stairs to Seb’s flat, not certain how he’d react to seeing his smug face again. It had been sometime since they last were face to face and if Jim remembers correctly they had parted ways on a particularly biting argument. When he reached the door he hesitated for about two seconds before knocking, only once, always only once. He knew Sebastian would have been preparing for his arrival and probably was sat just waiting for him.

His fingers traced the scalpel he had brought with him, debating whether to be civilised or maniacal. He pricked his finger on the blade and figured he’d try argument before fists. Watching a small drop of blood tickle down his finger, he waited patiently for Seb to open.  

themoran:

Sebastian shook his head, still grinning as he read the text demanding that he went to Jim’s flat. There was no chance he would have this first meeting anywhere other than familiar ground because there was no way he could know what Jim had planned for him and he had no intention of walking into a trap.
[Text:] Why don’t you come and pay me a visit, boss?

He pressed send before lounging back. The front door was already unlocked, the kitchen knives and all of his weapons, excepting those still strapped to his body in holsters, were locked away. This was the safest place to meet with Jim, without a doubt.

Jim would have been pleased with Sebastian taking precautions when meeting him if he wasn’t angry at him. The only thing the message managed to wring out of him was the urge to wreck something, preferably something belonging to Sebastian or Sebastian personally. With slightly trembling fingers he typed a reply before getting up to get ready to pay Seb that visit he was looking for.

[Text] Hmm, why not? xo JM

His mood did not improve when he found himself unable to decide whether to bring a weapon or not. He was aware Sebastian’s flat would be clean, apart from Sebastian’s “pocket weapons”, but he wasn’t up for bringing much himself. He settled on the few things he always carried and hailed a cab.

The rid over was boring, so boring he got the driver to play music while he tapped the rhythm to an awful pop song. The city was quiet around him, unaware of the murderer casually making his way to his sniper’s flat to relieve his boredom.