“You’ve had breakfast cooked for me?”
He couldn’t help but grin at that.
“I’m thinking I’d like it to be my birthday everyday… minus the getting older that is”
SMS: @Tygeroflondon
[I owe you an apology for last night… I was incredibly intoxicated.]
[So yes, I’m saying sorry… but don’t get fucking used to it.]
[I miss you.]
Drunkenly texts.
SMS: Moran
[wasn even doing nthin wrong sleeping there!! fk u for gettin me kicked out like i was some… some fucking trespassing FOOL. u piece of shit]
sms: @_JMoriarty
[ I'll drop by a few jumpers to go with the pillow.. be as mad as you like, you know you can't sleep there though.]
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Ate cashews and watched a certain criminal get escorted out of the main house while holding onto a pillow.
What a night.
Oh for fuck sake.. it’s Severine that’s here too isn’t it…
Maybe I’ll just stay upstairs until she goes back to the cabin…
Why can I hear someone rummaging through cupboards downstairs?… I thought everyone was away…
(Pushes his face further into Sebs pillow.)
Four glasses of whiskey deep, the silence of the empty penthouse was unbearable. Everyone was at the staff retreat—including Sebastian. Driven by drunk spite and raw longing, Jim had his driver take him to the compound house Seb shared with his girlfriend. Jim was just —







