Consulting criminal and good old fashioned villain
[Indie rp blog; mun and muse 18+; nsfw a distinct possibility]
I love you. I hate him. I only love you. You have to know that.
It’s a coming together for better or for worse, hopefully enduring, and intimate to the degree of being sacred.
[text]: Alright? -SM
[text]: Are you finished with that job already? -JM
Even though he wasn’t entirely sold on the…staying power of that promise, Jim felt that getting an affirmative response in the first place was no small victory. He kept his dark eyes trained on Sebastian’s face for a long moment— until the other man brushed past him in fact, trying to glean from his face what he couldn’t from his words.
Jim did manage a small smirk at the sniper’s words. “Wouldn’t want to be rude, would we?” Once inside the hotel lobby, he slowed for a moment, suddenly aware that they hadn’t bothered to look into which room or even floor they needed to find. Jim began to turn back to say something along those lines, but his gaze stopped short of coming all the way back around.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise to see him sitting there- he’d never been one to hide, he’d been far too simple for that- but Jim hadn’t quite expected this. He recognized him immediately of course. The suit was a change from years ago, but the dark blonde hair and quiet, solemn expression were the same. Jim dipped his chin over his shoulder to make quick eye contact with Sebastian before moving slowly toward the man in the corner. Still several feet away, however, Jack stood and Jim stopped short. Whatever was going to happen, this really wasn’t the place.
The flare of jealousy that sparked within him when he met Jim’s gaze died out almost immediately upon laying eyes on Jack. This was the bloke he’d been worrying about? He scoffed at himself. No, the worst he’d have to worry was about Jim hurting himself during whatever confrontation had been brewing in the man’s mind since the enlightening chat with Donovan.
Then again, Jim hurting himself was a worry that never seemed to go away—not since he’d burst back into Seb’s life two years previous—and with good reason, as it had turned out. But Jim had said he was better, so he was inclined to believe it. Mostly.
Seb stood at his full height as he stepped up behind Jim. “Alright?” he muttered, refusing to look away from the bastard across the lobby who, in turn, only had eyes for Jim.
"Hmm?" Jim’s brow furrowed. There was a brief moment where he didn’t recognize the voice, something that was immediately disturbing as soon as another quick glance over his shoulder brought Sebastian into view. Jim blinked, clearing his throat, but not offering anything but a small nod in response before his attention returned to Jack.
"Room number?" Jim’s voice was quiet, but steady. Jack’s eyes moved over to Sebastian for just a moment before he answered Jim’s question.
"One-eighty-seven." Another cursory glance to Sebastian. "Jim, I know this isn’t the place…but maybe we should just talk the two of-" Jim shook his head, his voice coming out a bit more harshly than he’d meant.
"No. Now, move." Jack’s mouth opened and promptly closed- even after more than ten years he knew better than to push back, especially now. So he just lifted his hands, palms up, in a soft gesture of acquiescence. Jim waited until Jack had taken a few steps before following him across the lobby and toward the first floor hallway. At first he just assumed Sebastian was behind him, but as soon as they were in that small hallway Jim became uncomfortable with just assuming. Slowing his step until he was walking beside instead of in front of Sebastian, Jim lifted his gaze to the sniper’s almost hesitantly, not quite sure what he had intended to say.
Then I could slip away with you as the poison in my veins.