MorMor One Shots

Drinking

As soon as Jim swung open the front door he knew.

The reek of it in the air was the first thing to hit him, and as the front door opened up into the living room he was met with the definition of destruction.

Glass bottles were strewn across the floor, curtains and drapes had been shredded and slashed, expensive vases were smashed into millions of pieces on the floor, and there were protruding splinters jutting from the wooden door on the far end of the room.

Alcohol was the cause.

It was on rare occasion that Jim should come across a predicament such as this, Sebastian never drank regularly, and neither did he. It was only for special events that they kept any alcohol in the house whatsoever, so when Sebastian resorted to drinking, it did not take him long for the alcohol to flood his system, blur his logical thoughts and rush blood to his fists.

Sebastian was never a happy drunk, the sole reason they avoided the beverage, why they didn't keep an unnecessary amount in the house, so when he did pick up a bottle there was something seriously wrong, logical cause for Jim's sudden rush of anguish.

It was night, 11'o'clock precisely, and the only light could be sourced from moonlight, beaming in from the large bay windows to the left of the room. Jim was still stood still in the doorway, careful to make any noise, though Sebastian would note his presence soon enough, and with a cautious step he walked forward.

He stepped over beer bottles and shattered glass and shredded cloth, over slashed cushions and smashed porcelain, until he came to the far door, and slowly, he placed a palm flat against it, pushing it open.

And there he saw Sebastian.

It took a sweeping of the room to find him, Jim had been afraid he wasnt in here, but then his gaze fell on him, curled up in the corner rocking, knees pulled up to his chest and strong arms wrapped around them as he whimpered. Jim called out to him in a soft voice

"Seb?"

The whimper that left his lips could be akin to pain, and he only rocked more until Jim slowly took a step closer. He was a few feet away from Sebastian when the blonde panicked, and he shrieked for Jim to stay where he was. He was manic. The effect of alcohol on Sebastian was abnormal, could be compared to that of ecstasy, and both combined produced a very dangerous, very unstable sniper.

Jim stopped in his tracks as Sebastian scrambled up, and kept a stoic expression as the silver glint of a knife was threateningly jut out towards him. Sebastian screamed

"Don't come near me! Don't step any closer! I-I'll kill you!"

As the Criminals gaze swept over his features, he noticed the manic look in his eyes, the sweat sheening his forehead and the hunched over stance he sported. He held his hands up and took a step forward, deliberating a soothing tone to his voice

"Sebastian, just calm down-"

Sebastian took a step back, jutting the knife out more, and eyes only becoming more crazed

"Stay back! Or I'll-"

Even in his state, Sebastian knew that threats to Jim's own life would be pointless. He had a death wish, no regard for his own life, and he had expressed more than a few times that to die under Sebastians hands would be an honour to him. This was the only coherent thought Sebastian could form, and so he turned the knife to himself, holding out his opposing wrist as he hovered the sharp blade over it, unsteady in his shaking hand.
He need not express his threat, for the action spoke for him, and Jim's expression sobered, gaze flicking to the hovering blade. He took another deliberate step forward, cautiously.

"Sebastian...put the knife down"

He only took another step back, shouting out in a panic

"No! I-I'll do it!"

"Put it down"

Jim swallowed the lump in his throat as he refused for the second time. How much had he had to drink? He had never been this animalistic before, never so manic

"I won't! I'll kill myself!"

At that, Jim couldn't prevent his pained expression, and his stoic façade dropped. He took another step forward, hand outstretched to reach for him. His chest felt heavy when a sob ripped from Sebastians throat

"No! I want to die...please....please!"

Jim spoke in a panicked tone. He had never seen Sebastian in such a state

"Please, Sebastian, put the knife down"

He tried taking another step forward, tried to take the knife from his hands as he seemed he was yielding, but another crest of panic and determination ripped through Sebastian, and before he could stop it, Sebastian brought his hand upon himself, piercing through the thin skin of his wrist, and in no more than a second, pushing deep into his veins, slicing them open.

Scarlet pools of blood flooded from his wrists as soon as the cuts were made, and his knees bucked underneath him with the sudden loss of blood. He felt dizzy, and as he fell Jim lurched forward to catch him, gently kneeling with his weight.

Jim was panicked, eyes wide for the first time in utter fear for his companions fate, and his hand closed over Seb's wounded wrist in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, cradling Seb's head in his lap as he looked up to his face in fright.

He looked up at Jim with such a sad, unwavering expression that it elicited a sob from Jim's chest. He was apologising, Jim could see, for this. He had sobered now but it was too late. The damage was done, the gushing blood from his wrist wouldn't stop, and weak from the blood loss Sebastian struggled to bring his good hand up, giving a weak smile as he stroked a thumb over Jim's cheek

"James..."

Jim took a heaving breath before managing to breathe out his name in return, and his next words only seemed to conceal the fate that lay before him. He choked out among the blistering pain

"James...I love you, god I love you....so...much"

Last words were always meant to be something meaningful. Something heartwarming or something sweet, and most wanted a last 'I love you' in their loves remaining hours, however Jim could be considered the exception to the rule. It had been expressed that he wanted to be the one to go first, for he couldn't bear to think of a life without his sniper, the one person he could trust in the entirety of the world, and he was ripped from him in a second, by his own snipers hand. Tears flooded now, he couldn't restrict the wave of sentiment that jostled him. He was barely listening, a white noise clouding over everything as Sebastian sobbed out

"I'm sorry...James...I love you...I love you...so...much"

Jim had to bite down on his lip to keep the sob that threatened to erupt from his chest, and he cradled Sebastians head closer, rocking him back and forth as he choked out

"I love you too...Sebastian, please don't go, my Tiger...my Sniper...my Sebby, please, don't leave me...you're all I have. Please. Don't go"

He had missed the fading of his life as he begged for him to return, the slowing beats of his heart, and Sebastian couldn't keep his promise. He had left, and Jim cried for him, forehead leant on his chest as he continuously sobbed for him not to go, not to leave him, apologising that he couldn't do anything for him. And he remained there for hours, sobbing and begging for him to return to him, to give his life meaning again, like he did so many times before, and now that his light had faded, he was drowning in darkness, drenched in his loves blood.

I'm sobbing help me - Beth