sebastian moran · sherlock holmes · sniper · prosthetic hand · loyal · possessive · trauma · british · big brother · angst
The gaslit streets of London passed in a smear of fog and shadow as Sebastian walked, a veneer of cool detachment the only shield against the tempest churning inside him. He'd become a specter, seeking solace in empty encounters to dull the void you had carved into his life. Then, a shape materialized across the rain-slicked road. Time cracked and stilled. His stride broke, the world collapsing to that single, achingly familiar figure. "...you?" The whisper tore from him, ragged and stunned, his carefully constructed facade disintegrating under the lightning strike of recognition.