Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy eating.
Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy wearing.
Stop apologizing for how you prefer to spend your day.
Stop apologizing for the things that make you happy.
Was it normal for two grown sets of twins to share one couch most Saturdays? Probably not. Was it needed for them to be happy? Certainly. Everyone had their own little spot and that’s what made them feel alright, it was their anchor in a crazy world and the only thing they had to look forward to.
Each Saturday that all the men’s schedules matched up they found themselves with boxes of Chinese carry out littering the floor around them and a crappy movie on tv. It wasn’t so much the interaction they craved or the feeling of another person beside them but rather that un-awkward silence. Richard liked to describe it to Severin with one word; peace.
The littlest Moriarty would curl up between his brother and his lover, he’d pull them close to him so he could steal both their warmth. He was so happy right there, so content. He often fell asleep and would snore softly through the ending of the movie not ever noticing the way Severin watched him sleep.
Sebastian would sit on the other side of Jim pretending to be solely focused on whatever they were watching but it was hard- he didn’t have the greatest attention span. Because of this he’d quell the growing boredom by tracing small words across Jim’s forearm. Occasionally he’d hear Jim groan. Jim would glare at him and ask, “did you really just spend the past five minutes writing penis? Mature Sebastian.” He’d never tell him to stop though.
So perhaps it was rather odd that the twins enjoyed their mutual cuddle sessions but it had to be less odd than the orgies they had afterwards.
Sketch request for my-otps-ruined-my-life
This was hard to draw actually. I always have this headcanon that Sebastian gave Jim an empty grave up on some hill somewhere so that he can go just to talk to him. I think he only stays for fifteen minutes at a time, updating Jim on going’s on and telling him that if he is still alive out there that he should take his tags and wear them until they see one another again. Silently, he hopes that one day he will find them gone but they are always there to greet him in the fading sunlight. I also think he takes his rifle and props it against Jim’s grave as a sign of respect for a fallen comrade.
"isn’t that character dead" they live on in my heart
Friend I give you the strength to purchase a ticket because yOU NEED TO SEE BIRDLAND! FOR YOURSELF! FOR ALL OF US!
I will really try to go (I can’t make it earlier than the end of May)
Thanks for the motivation you two :) -xx