Honey, You Should See Me In a Crown

rileyevans:

kingofnapoleoncrime:

rileyevans:

I don’t know? Oh! How about you tell me a story now?

A story…hmm.. well … I am the story teller…but I don’t know the type of story you’d want to hear…

Any kind of story, I’m not feeling very picky.

Well, I have loads of them…I’m sure you’ve heard the one about Sir Boast A Lot? 

Hmm…everyone seems to have heard that one already…

I suppose I could tell you the lovely story of how Sebs and I came to know of each other? 

It happened one day, while I was coming back from a job. I had been spying on this sniper, though he wasn’t aware of it…too much of a drug haze around his mind / waves his hands around his head / So, about to go home for the night, I heard sounds coming from the alley way, I couldn’t exactally tell if he was being beaten, or if he was just dying from abusing his body pumping it with those drugs…in any case. I walked over to him, and he gurgled a laugh out of his broken body and asked me if I was the devil. 

And now look at us / he grinned/ watching her. 

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kingofnapoleoncrime:

sniperinyourwindow:

*Seb pulls his finger back from Jim’s mouth* Tut tut. Naughty sir. *Seb stands up and stares down at Jim*

/ He smiles and watches the man stand before him./ And what are you going to do about it? / he whispered looking down briefly, then…

/ Baffled at his sudden behavior Jim sits on the floor, his pants unbuttoned and his shoes strewn across the kitchen floor. He slowly stands and walks into the living room defeatedly, and somewhat perturbed./ Wh-What the hell Sebastian? / his voice cracked a little / 

rileyevans:

kingofnapoleoncrime:

rileyevans:

- Riley rolled her eyes at him and sighed. She was definitely supporting a nice buzz at this point. -

You’re no fun.

Oh? What do you consider to be fun then? 

I don’t know? Oh! How about you tell me a story now?

A story…hmm.. well … I am the story teller…but I don’t know the type of story you’d want to hear…

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king-of-napoleon-crime:

sniperinyourwindow:

Right where you should be. *smirks and leans down to begin removing Jim’s shoes*

/ Jim watches him with curiosity as Sebs removes his shoes. With the first shoe, Jim could tell that Sebs was being careful, he even untied the laces, but he…

/ Letting out a slight whimper, his muscles flinch ever so slightly as he reveled in the light and agonizingly slow  tracing of his inseam, met with the familiar taste of the soldier’s mouth./ 

rileyevans:

kingofnapoleoncrime:

rileyevans:

Well thanks, I suppose- oh, and I’m not drinking! It was a sip, and I earned it.

- Riley said with a nod. -

You want some, you should have to earn it.

No..no I shouldn’t it is mine after all… - looks around - unless we’ve suddenly transported to one of your flats…no ? Well then - stands up and grabs the bottle and goes back to his seat - 

- Riley rolled her eyes at him and sighed. She was definitely supporting a nice buzz at this point. -

You’re no fun.

Oh? What do you consider to be fun then? 

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rileyevans:

king-of-napoleon-crime:

rileyevans:

Well…it’s not really a yes or a no sort of situation. He got selfish, and stupid, and sloppy, and of course they started watching him. After he realized he was going to get busted, he decided, rather than go to prison, he’d frame me- although, I guess it’s not really framing me if I was in on it with him, but whatever…

- She waved her hand about in the air. -

Figured at the very least, they might lower his sentence if he could give them me. I found out that was his plan, because I’m not an idiot, and I was not going to prison. I called him out on it, he denied it, we fought, and I just shot him.

It wasn’t physical, but he was just being so stupid. I kept trying to tell him I could fix it, but he wouldn’t listen. He was convinced I couldn’t, and that pissed me off. I-I just pulled the gun to keep him in the room long enough to calm him down, and show him I was right…and he stayed put, for a bit, but after he realized I wasn’t intending to shoot him, he started up again…and, well…

- She shrugged, and grabbed the bottle of Southern Comfort of the counter. She opened the bottle and took long sip from it. -

He pushed passed me to leave, I grabbed him, but he was stronger, so he got away. I don’t know, it was just one of those him or me moments, and it wasn’t going to be me, yeah? So fuck you very much, I might have trust issues, but for a good fucking reason.

Bravo, better than most could do. 

Yes, that is a compliment…He sounds like someone that was asking for it…If you want my opinion on it at least. 

—watches her drink out of the bottle — wait…what happened to no more alcohol? If you can drink, pass me my brandy… -he orders - 

Well thanks, I suppose- oh, and I’m not drinking! It was a sip, and I earned it.

- Riley said with a nod. -

You want some, you should have to earn it.

No..no I shouldn’t it is mine after all… - looks around - unless we’ve suddenly transported to one of your flats…no ? Well then - stands up and grabs the bottle and goes back to his seat - 

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