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bakerstreet2012-02-18 07:40 pm
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The Domestic Meme
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| THE LIST! 01] baby Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy. 02] just married Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon... 03] house hunting Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully... 04] household chores It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done? 05] shopping Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not. 06] family vacation WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever ... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~. 07] romantic retreat It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other. 08] comfort Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else? 09] pet Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it! 10] holiday Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count! 11] argument Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight. 12] making up It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right? 13] surprise, surprise You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you. 14] proposal 15] other I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that! |
Sebastian Moran - BBC's Sherlock (OCish)
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It seemed to like the living room rug. The one that was over five-hundred years old and Persian. The threads hand-dyed and depicting a brutal war and a king's victory. People went blind making this rug. And the kitten decided to make it it's personal bed.
James was just staring at it. Sitting on the couch, previously engrossed with his phone. Not moving or even making noise. Just staring with his knees drawn up under his chin and his arms wrapped around his shins. He might not have even been aware that Sebastian was in the room, or hell, even in the house. But he spoke anyways. Contemplating aloud. ]
Do these things do anything but sleep?
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[His baby.
There was something about sitting outside on a roof for three hours in a torrential downpour, waiting for the right shot... only to complete it during a brilliant crash of thunder then walking to the car to hear pathetic mewling under the machine. That had made him just have to bring the drenched rag of fur home. It fit in the palms of his hands and had shivered and squeaked as he dried it off and introduced it to the spare bedroom.
How the little girl had slipped out of the room was easy to imagine... how she had convinced James to at all tolerate her presence? Almost impossible.]
Besides, she gets around. Mostly nocturnal, though.
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His eyes changed venue to watch Sebastian from his perch at the sofa's edge, studying the apparently hardened war-veteran who had a soft spot for balls of fluff. Good God.]
I used to have a cat. In Dublin.
[He sounded almost distracted, more quiet than usual.]
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[He's only surprised because you've been staring at the kitten like you can't quite figure out what the animal is, James.
...And, no. That is not a small dish of watered down milk he is setting on the floor for when the little thing gets hungry. ...And, no. It is not slightly heated to make it more appealing to the creature. Nope.]
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[His smile is perfectly vile and it's perfectly clear that he did something to earn that. If James had...been this way since he was a child - inherently evil and he hadn't grown into it like one does into their older brother's shoes - then the idea that he would do things to animals wouldn't be too shocking to anybody. If anything James grew into control. Grew into the sleekness that made him today.
His eyes are still wide and curious even with that horrid smile on his face.]
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He can imagine the sorts of things a boy like he can imagine James was might do to a cat. Granted, he would expect it to not be his cat. The cat of someone he didn't like? Easily. But something he considered his.
...Still, is it that different than what Sebastian knows his own ultimate fate at the hands of James Moriarty is?
His expression is completely calm, voice even.]
If you'd prefer I take it to the flat [Sebastian's for if he had to entertain company, as the penthouse was unacceptable to bring an outsider to] I will.
But if anything happens to that little girl?
Remember the skills you hired me for, James.
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Even if he wanted to.
The cat was closer to him anyways. He could take a cat.
But Sebastian made that smile turn oh-so amused and absolutely tickled. He shifted around in his position, not leaving it but just. Wriggling. Something for his entertainment. He could always count on Sebastian to be entertaining.]
Are you threatening me over a kitten, Sebastian?
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[...It sounds so stupid to admit to it, but it's calmly said, as if it's the easiest thing to be confident about in the world.
Because... because it's a kitten. It is a small, furry creature that is too small to harm anyone and who was utterly lost and alone and frightened and cold and hungry. And Sebastian has been there.
It's a strange, small streak of compassion that crops up. Normal situations? Mothers, daughters, nephews... He feels no compassion. But something-- whether it's an animal or a person-- with absolutely nothing and no one who gives a damn about them? He will defend.
Because he knows what it is to be utterly insignificant. ...Really, he thinks, deep down, James does, too. That he knows that if he died tomorrow, the criminals he assists might flounder, but they wouldn't really know he was gone or particularly care.
This is one small creature, and he can give it someone who cares about it.]
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He drifts back to staring at the kitten and he could be contemplating how many ways one could cook 'cat' and try to feed it to unsuspecting snipers to only tell them afterwards. But his phone beeps at the right moment and no such train of thought is taken upon. While he types something he mutters his question.]
What have you named it?
[It. Still not her.]
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"Little girl" can only last so long.
[He knows you don't care what she gets named, James, but, damn it, he does.]
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[Swear to God if you choose something stupid ...]
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[He isn't serious about the question, not really, but it begged to be ask.]
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...How the hell should I know?
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[He's still pretty much kidding.]
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Just something that is inoffensive to ears. Surely you can do that.
[And he goes back to typing, ignoring Sebastian and the cat. James had more important things to do than wonder about what to name a perfectly temporary thing in his home. He didn't care. Furthermore it wasn't even his cat, why should he go about naming it?]
Lyra or something. I dunno.
[It was quiet. So quiet, and James's didn't even appear to realize he had said something because he went right on typing like nothing had been said.]
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[It is a pretty name, suitable for a small ball of fur.
Which he can always take to the other flat if she proves difficult. For instance, if she forsakes her catnap-laced scratching post for the Persian rug to dull her claws on. Or if she decides to find out whether or not "criminal mastermind" tastes good with those tiny, sharp little teeth of hers.
...Strangely enough, he finds himself wondering if James might like her more if she bit him. Wilfully.]
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[He doesn't look up but once to glance at Sebastian and then darts his gaze back down to the screen, making it extremely pointed just how much he does not care.]
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[Sebastian considers it... without watching the kitten. Which has, apparently, woken up.
At least long enough to move from one sleeping spot to another.
It sits at the bottom of the couch, looking up at the cushions. It knows those are soft-- it's been lifted up onto them before. But it's still too small to jump up. An experimental stretch shows that, no, it can't just pull itself up there.
So it mews, once.
Put me up there.]
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And James rolls his head back and forth a moment.
And goes back to ignoring it. It'll get bored of him just like he is bored of it.]
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...And, by the way, you're on the "bad servant" list now, too. It will remember this. Hmph.
Sebastian is, at present, heading back to the kitchen to check on dinner.
The cat? Is now determined to get up on her sofa. Because it is hers. Everything in this house is hers. Because she is now here.
It makes a leap and only gets about halfway up the couch. Thankfully, it has claws. Which attach to the fabric. And, slowly, it begins scooting and scrambling up, nails audibly pulling from the fabric and reattaching in its climb.
Once on the couch properly? It takes a moment to survey its domain before looking at the man there and mewing again.
Aren't I smart?]
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James promptly and quickly - so he won't be bitten by the nasty little thing (it'd need shots if it was going to live here) - shoves her off the cushion with the palm of his hand. Gently, he doesn't feel like breaking it yet so he just transfers her from couch to carpet once more.
With a brisk shove.
And then he speaks, not looking at the feline but it's definitely directed to it:]
Learn to jump.
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How did it get down here?
Oh well. Back up it goes, clawing its little way up again. Faster this time, since it knows what it's doing now.]
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[James hisses it, a little firmer this time before picking it up by the extra skin on the nape of it's neck and hoisting it mid-climb so it's claws stick in the fabric and - fuck he's going to have to get everything reupholstered by the end of this week fuck.]
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Mews. Loudly.
Which... brings Sebastian back into the room.]
James.
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