Jazz age Mormor with Jim leading the head of a mob and owning a collection of opiate dens and speakeasies, and Seb being his right-hand man with a gambling problem and a penchant for expensive cigars. (⊙‿⊙✿)
"Last week, actually," Sev said quietly. He didn’t want to admit that he made a point of seeing her every week. He didn’t want Sebastian to… well, he wasn’t entirely sure how Sebastian would feel at all anymore. "Brought her gardenias. They’re her favorite." It was out of habit that he didn’t speak in past tense. It was out of habit that he really couldn’t speak in past tense.
Ideally, it was never a habit Sebastian liked to make. As much as he cared for their mother, standing around in cemeteries never seemed to do anything for him but bring back memories. “Sure are, huh?” The choice of words Sev used aren’t lost on him, but right now, he doesn’t feel like crossing that bridge with his brother today.
"Dunno. Could be. Haven’t been there in a while. Have you visited Mum lately?" His mood mellowed out quite suddenly at the mention of their mother.
“Not since her birthday, I think.” His gaze glanced away from his brother as arms crossed over his chest. Part of him was almost regretting bringing up the subject. “What ‘bout you?”
"Cut it off with a carving knife, she did."
”Pretty sure it’s still at the top of her closet at the old house.”
"I don’t know, Seb. You’re the one with two left testicles. You tell me."
” ‘Least I wasn’t born with a tail that Mum hid from me.”
"Truly sorry, ladies and gents; I’ve been slacking on my daily reminders, my exposés to remind you of the truth. Sebastian Moran has, literally, two left feet, two left hands, and two left testicles. It’s positively atrocious and it’s something you really just do not want to get involved in, believe me."
“How the fuck would even havin’ two left testicles even work, Sev? That makes no damn sense. Story was believable up to that point. C minus effort. Try harder.”