Title: Danny Boy
Rating: T
Genre: Angst/Romance
Words: 311
Ship: Jim Moriarty/Sebastian Moran
Universe: BBC Sherlock
A/N: This is my first attempt at angst. I've written mushy/fluffy stuff before but it was so out of character...
This is a different style of writing to my usual one. I hope you enjoy.
EDIT: Sorry for the update! There was a tiny punctuation mistake that could not go un-edited. So sorry!
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"Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling!" Jim sang mournfully through the empty corridors.
Blonde hair fluttered in the wind, the sun lighting his chiselled features as he sat there, assembling an AS50 with clear precision. The psychopath leant one arm on the windowsill as he watched his sniper engage in the daily ritual of cleaning his prized possession.
"From glen to glen, and down the mountain side," Westwood graced the nimble body, supplying a gentle rustling sound as arms swept wide in a sorrowful dance.
Moran sat peacefully on the sofa, one arm supporting his book, 'A Life Less Ordinary', while the other curled around his part-time-boss. He stifled a smile as he looked down upon the cat-like features of his boss' sleeping face. Feeling a yawn he attempted to move his arm, only to have it clutched in a death grip by Jim.
"You'll never leave me, right, Seb?" giving the dormant man a disbelieving glance, Sebastian continued to shuffle along the sofa, moving Jim as little as possible, "Seb?" the plea was so quiet the sniper almost didn't hear it. Fearing that no response would prove a fate worse than death he replied in a hushed voice,
"Never."
"And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me,
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be,
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me,
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me."
Teary eyes accompanied a broken heart. Jim Moriarty stood motionless by the flimsy piece of wood that marked the grave of his dear sniper.
"Five minutes, Seb. That's all I needed. You would have been free if you had just waited five minutes. You promised to do your job. I promised to never let you get too close. It seems we both failed when you pulled that trigger."