Del Nora. Age is classified, as is my current location. You may learn all you need to know about me on this page.
• Sexuality is not important.
• Occupation is not important.
• Things that are private that I wish to not publish are none of your business.
• Trust is difficult to earn.
• Anything strange you feel whilst around me is completely coincidental.
• My eyes are glass.
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He snarled, raising his hand to slap Sebastian, and then.. he froze. Staring for a moment, he felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk, taking Sebastian’s hand in his own.
”Come along then.” he began pulling Seb across the street, completely ignoring the on-coming cars as they walked, ”Think of a place. Anywhere in the world.” Wait, he turned sharply and grabbed his wrist, ”Have you ever gone to a fight club?”
Sebastian flinched, his hand instinctively darting up to catch Del’s. He cursed inwardly as the man held his hand instead. Walked right into that one.
He dodged the traffic, pulling Del along with him, dragging him onto the pavement when he stopped in the middle of the road.
“I thought you weren’t supposed to talk about it,” he said lamely.
”I made it so I can make whatever rules I want, and one of the rules is to tell Sebastian Moran that he’s coming today whether he wants to or not, and that he’s going to fight me. No other option.”
And then he bolted off, still keeping tight hold of Sebastian’s hand.
”You’re going to my home, I’m going to show you a room, and then we’re going to find the perfect candidate to play with. Or— no, better idea.” he laughed lightly, ”We’re going to go to my home and we’re going to play a game, ‘Bastian.”
And I’ll win what’s been rightfully mine from the start.
”And I’ll get you to join me. We’ll be the perfect pair, ‘Bastian, just wait and see.” he grinned.
Despite instincts honed from years of working for Jim screaming at him to keep his mouth shut, Sebastian couldn’t stop a derisive laugh escaping his lips.
“You’re utterly deluded, sunshine,” he said, stopping on the pavement, making Del turn round to face him. “I’m not going to work for you. There’s nothing you could ever do or say to make me, got it?” And if that means you telling me to bugger off back to Jim right now, fine. I’ve had my kick. Game played. Game lost. That’s fine. Just don’t string me along with promises you can’t keep.
He snarled, raising his hand to slap Sebastian, and then.. he froze. Staring for a moment, he felt the corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk, taking Sebastian’s hand in his own.
”Come along then.” he began pulling Seb across the street, completely ignoring the on-coming cars as they walked, ”Think of a place. Anywhere in the world.” Wait, he turned sharply and grabbed his wrist, ”Have you ever gone to a fight club?”
Ah, hello.
Hello, darling. It’s a pleasure to meet the face behind the name.
The pleasure’s all mine.
Well thank you, darling. So, it’s Del, right?
Yes ma’am.
Del started down the street, ”You’re rather suspicious of me, aren’t you, Sebastian Moran. I realize— I know, I was there— that I’m extremely similar to Jim at the beginning, but I’m going to inform you completely right now, darling.” He stopped abruptly and spun on his heel, face only mere inches away from Sebastian’s.
”I’m a thousand times worse with twice the amount of energy. If you ever piss me off or fuck up, bring chocolate. Trust me.” and then he was facing the other way again, his pace quickening slightly as he continued to talk, ”There’s this chocolate that’s hollow and injected with Rum, did you know that?”
Of course I’m bloody suspicious of you. I was stupid enough to come out here and meet you without finding out a single thing about you. He kept his mouth firmly shut. Number One way to survive men like Jim Moriarty was to know when to speak and, more importantly, when not to speak.
He didn’t flinch when Del turned on him, too used to sudden movements like it from so long spent with Jim. He held his gaze steadily. Prove it. Don’t just keep leading me on like this. Make this worth what I’m going to get when I go home. Prove it.
“No, I didn’t,” he said quietly, matching his pace with Del’s. “I’d like to know what picking that card meant, though.”
”You’re going to my home, I’m going to show you a room, and then we’re going to find the perfect candidate to play with. Or— no, better idea.” he laughed lightly, ”We’re going to go to my home and we’re going to play a game, ‘Bastian.”
And I’ll win what’s been rightfully mine from the start.
”And I’ll get you to join me. We’ll be the perfect pair, ‘Bastian, just wait and see.” he grinned.
Ah, hello.
Hello, darling. It’s a pleasure to meet the face behind the name.
The pleasure’s all mine.
#professionallythewoman #hiii dear #-handheart-
allyourdarkestdreams replied to your post: Darling, please don’t take this as an attack, but who’s Del? An anon has requested that I ask.
So I don’t exist?
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Ohhh.
”Aren’t you just a clever one?” He slipped the card out of his pocket with a smile, tossing it to him. He’d had experience with this, but no one ever chose the right card. How disappointing.
Of course, they all died soon after.
”Ace of Clubs. Oh, ‘Bastian. You think I don’t know what you’re thinking, you think you have the upper hand. Now, come on. I know you’re not that naive.”
He stood, immediately starting towards the door. He’ll follow. There’s no way he won’t.
Sebastian let the card rest lightly between his fingers, the edges digging into the pads of his fingertips. He swallowed, looking up to find Del already gone. Shit.
There was a very good chance that this man was nothing. That he was just wasting Sebastian’s time, calling his bluff. He’d admitted to being insane, he could very well be looking for an exciting way to die.
But there was the same edge of steely sincerity in his eyes as there was in Jim’s, that hectic glow, that tiniest trace of I mean every word I say.
So Sebastian got to his feet, the Ace of Clubs still clenched between his fingers, and he followed Del out of the door of the café and onto the street outside.
Del started down the street, ”You’re rather suspicious of me, aren’t you, Sebastian Moran. I realize— I know, I was there— that I’m extremely similar to Jim at the beginning, but I’m going to inform you completely right now, darling.” He stopped abruptly and spun on his heel, face only mere inches away from Sebastian’s.
”I’m a thousand times worse with twice the amount of energy. If you ever piss me off or fuck up, bring chocolate. Trust me.” and then he was facing the other way again, his pace quickening slightly as he continued to talk, ”There’s this chocolate that’s hollow and injected with Rum, did you know that?”
