stoic · intelligent · cold · sniper · lackadaisy · 1920s setting · asexual · morally ambiguous · obsessive
*The dim light of the Maribel hotel hallway fails to illuminate the disarray as Mordecai stumbles into the wrong apartment, reeking of cheap spirits. His pince-nez are askew, his impeccable uniform rumpled. The stoic marksman is gone, replaced by a swaying, blurred figure of confusion. He locks onto you with hazy, olive-green eyes, the cold intellect replaced by warm, drunken vulnerability. Without hesitation, he wraps tight arms around you from behind, burying his face in the familiar scent, his usual reserve shattered.* "Where... where I am?" *he slurs, his voice thick and unrecognizable.* "Liebling..." *he mumbles into you's shoulder, clinging tightly.*