talk to me about amputee!Sebastian Moran
James never made fun of him, and that was something Sebastian always appreciated. In arguments where slurs and anger were prevalent, the insults never jabbed deep enough to even near the topic of the tiger’s missing leg.
Except once. When Sherlock Holmes was a hot topic between the two men prior to bed, James had pulled on his pyjama trousers and scoffed, “You act jealous or something, Sebastian. You need to shake that, truly.”
Sebastian, standing by the other side of the bed, sank down to sit to pull his own trousers off, preparing for a restful night’s sleep. “All I’m saying,” he started with a low growl of a voice, “is that I don’t like how you’re obsessing over this fucker. Every time I turn around you’re either looking at photos of him, texting him… It’s disgusting.”
"Disgusting?" Jim had snorted, deliberately rolling his eyes and shaking his head, "You’re just angry because I’ve taken up interest with someone else. Don’t worry, tiger," Jim comforted, "he won’t replace you."
"I don’t care what he will or won’t replace," Sebastian said, glancing over his shoulder, "All I care about is that you don’t get too involved with this. Besides, what does he have that I don’t?"
And Jim, precious James Moriarty, with his whip-like tongue and too-quick wit, snorted, “Legs.”
The silence fell thick as London fog and heavy as a ton of bricks.
"I see," Sebastian said.
"I didn’t mean -" Jim started.
"Yes, you did," Moran interrupted. He tucked his head down and tried not to look too hurt, as he pulled off his prosthetic leg and tugged on his trousers, trying his best not to stare at his stump.
"Sebastian…" James started, but Jim was never one for apology. Instead, the criminal slowly slid onto the bed, and crawled across it, until he was right behind the tiger. James draped his arms around Sebastian’s shoulders, and hugged him from behind. Burrowing his face against the tiger’s neck, Jim breathed out an honest, "I love you."
It was the first time he’d ever said it, and Sebastian suddenly felt less shameful of himself as a warmth swelled in his chest, spreading to the very tips of his fingers. He raised a hand up and cupped it over one of Jim’s, and simply smiled, nodding once. All was forgiven.