This was meant to be something completely different. Whoops. Next one will be up very, very soon. These two completely fascinate me. And I know how their story is going to end (even if I don't tell it properly, or in a way that is at all linear).
Jim is stretched out on the couch, plush and modern.
His arm dangles loosely off the side of the rounded armrest, lazily over his head. His rests; propped up slightly by the dark pillow. The expensive fabric of his suit is rumpled, wrinkled at the folds of his arms where he stretches, arching his back in lethargy to sigh against the cushions.
Sebastian sits sprawled in Jim's black, high-backed swivel chair (he does love his dramatics) parallel to the slim, wide desk. Legs extended long and tired.
Jim's heave of breath is deep and deliberate, "Oh Seb. Why is everyone so boring." He twist his head to direct the statement more towards Sebastian's direction. "Huh? So very boring. I'm going to have to start killing people for fun now." His voice takes on a more daring turn on the last words, twisting and curling with his smirk.
Seb is gruff and the amusement trickles in among the harsh vowels, "I thought we were already doing that."
Jim chuckles with his words, relaxing back to direct his complaints at the arching ceiling, "Sebby, I kill people out of necessity and you kill because I pay you."
"Mmm." The noise of smooth agreement melds with the city traffic of twenty stories down and the steady dart of lights laid out below.
There is silence, and then Seb rasps again, "But it's fun anyway."
Their laughter fills up the silence.
