I think we have a winner for the best question answered~ That’s a tough one really, there’s so many crimes I’ve committed, hmmm…
-I really enjoyed strapping people to bombs~ I think that has to be my top one really, watching them quiver and sob in pure terror as they waited for Sherly to work out the answer. That poor old woman though…boom~
-Setting fire to my house was rather satisfactory too, no one will know how much I enjoyed watching the inferno engulf both my parents and the memories encased in the foundations of the house.
-Torture, that’s always a classic. It’s so much fun dragging it out until they’re just pleading to die~
-Breaking in and entering, especially museums. Gives me a chance to put Sebastian into a tight-fitting suit for ‘precautionary reasons.’ That and it’s like a shopping store with all-you-can-take aisle’s full of pretty stuff~
-Aaaaaand….Pushing people off of buildings~ <3
Anon: Ooh, tell us about Jim’s anxiety? Or is this a just Sebastian Q&A? (hah no, I’ll talk about that little Irish twat too <3 )
Jim was officially diagnosed with GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) when he was 27, but he’s had it all his life. He’s mostly fine day-to-day, but he’s developed a system to keeping calm and self-soothing (though don’t fucking call it that in front of him).
Things that stress him out:
- Being late/when people are late to something
- Anything unplanned
- When Sebastian leaves dishes in the sink or clothes on the floor
- Public transportation/large crowds
- Anything that is out of his control
Things that help him stay calm:
- Keeping neat (clothes, hair, flat, etc)
- Walking into a dangerous situation in a suit (he’d have a panic attack if he wore his jeans to a meeting with a client) - the suit is a physical embodiment of calm and control
- Reciting the Fibonacci sequence in his head
- Finding the north star at night
- Running his fingers over the chain of Sebastian’s tags, if he’s in a situation that isn’t public
- Texting Sebastian about something completely inane (and the subsequent reply text)
- And if he’s lucky and Sebastian is around when he’s anxious, a back rub or a cuddle never fails to help
lifecrystals asked: I’ll just keep sending these until you stop answering them. :D What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to them (this could be either separately, or together) at the airport/on a plane?
They were in Abha Regional Airport in Saudi Arabia, waiting in the airport terminal to hop a small flight to Dubai after a week of negotiations with a handful of ammunition suppliers. Both exhausted and jetlagged, Jim had fallen asleep on Sebastian’s shoulder, and Sebastian had been absently stroking his hair while staring out into the bright Arabian sunlight through the windows of the terminal. They really should have known better.
A group of men passing by where they sat started shouting at them in Arabic. Sebastian didn’t know exactly what they were saying, but it didn’t take a genius to catch their meaning. After all, homosexuality is still punishable by death in Saudi Arabia.
Sebastian could see where this was headed and tried to wake Jim up so could reach for his knife, but he wasn’t fast enough. Two men got their arms around Sebastian while a third pulled Jim off of him and threw him to the ground. Jim wasn’t even fully awake when the first kick cracked two of his ribs. Jim tried to scramble and get up but a second man joined in the attack and all he could do was curl into a ball and try to protect his body as best he could.
Sebastian was shouting every obscenity and murderous threat in the book, vision clouded by anger, trying his hardest to shake his captors but the men were big and using their combined strength against him. He just needed to get to Jim, just needed to protect him, needed to kill these fuckers in the most agonizing way possible. He could see Jim’s face through his arms as he was trying to shield himself from the attack, and he was coughing, coughing up blood, and fuck if he could just reach his knife.
The other travelers in the terminal were either shamefully ignoring the attack, hurrying past with downcast eyes or jeering and shouting along their encouragement of the assault. Sebastian finally managed to free one of his arms and was reaching down for the knife in his boot when an airport security officer sauntered over. He said something which had the group of men laughing. Sebastian recognized the tone of “okay boys, you’ve had your fun, now I’ve got to tell you to stop and move it along, sorry, it’s only my job,” and with one final kick to the still figure on the ground, the men released Sebastian and walked off down the terminal.
As much as he wanted to flay each and every one of them alive, Jim was his priority now and he was immediately by his side, assessing the damage. Several cracked and broken ribs, possibly broken arm, thankfully no major damage to his neck or face aside from a large blossoming bruise that was threatening to swell his left eye shut.
The crew of their small private plane was sympathetic and helped Sebastian to get Jim into the cabin and lying back on a fully reclined chair. Jim was fading in and out of consciousness, and Sebastian did his best to attend to what wounds he could with the limited first aid kit on the plane. When they landed in Dubai, Jim was immediately rushed to the nearest hospital, staying for three days while Sebastian posed as his brother in order to not be forced to leave the room or suffer another attack.
When they finally got back to Britain, Sebastian immediately set up the sparring area in their basement. It was a month or two before Jim was fully healed, but once he was, Sebastian started training him in basic self defense.
Since then, Jim has always been apprehensive in airports, though he does his best to hide this from Sebastian.