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Sebastian Moran.
Former colonial
Second-in-command to Jim Moriarty.

[Independent RP blog for the BBC Sherlock fandom. Based around the character in Hounds of the D'Urbervilles but willing to bend a bit to play!

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It’s been so long I’ve been out of my body with you
I feel alone feel at home feel like nothing is true
You take me to a place where my senses gave way 
Turn it round shut it down what the people say
Climbing up coming down gonna give you some 
Take my hand and let it come let it come let it

Take it back when she knows that your doing it right
‘Cause everybody else knows what they’re taking tonight

But I just wanna play it right
We we’re gonna get there tonight

It’s been so far I’ve been walking the line on my own
Lift me up to the stars we are coming home
I know we had a chase but we’re out of time
We have sold in the cold physical design
Set me free set me out on the run lift me up to the sun to the sun to the

When you’re burning down when you’re burning down 
It’s the way that you fake it I know it’s too late

[ x. ]

You didn’t have to smile at me
Your grin’s the sweetest that I’ve ever seen
But you did. Yes you did

You didn’t have to offer your hand
Cause since I’ve kissed it I am at your command
But you did

Oh, Turpentine erase me whole
I don’t want to live my life alone
I was waiting for you all my life

Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you
How I find myself without you
That I’ll never know
I let myself go

Hello Goodbye, I’m rather crazy

And I never thought I was crazy
But what do I know?
Now you have to go

(x)

There’s a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
But I hate myself instead.
There’s a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess it’s wrong to live life so lifelessly.

Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess that’s what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I’m feeling so down, that there’s no God above.
No mercy for a soul that’s just way too fucked up.

(x)

Is there a little bitty piece of ‘em still hanging on?
You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine, my dear.
Then we’ll bury these old ghosts here.

Where’d you get those eyes?
What do you see with those eyes, pretty darling, in the dead of the night?
Are you saying your prayers or are you glowing like the metal on the edge of the knife?
Baby whose name sounds right on the lips of my Queen?
Am I speaking in riddles, or do you feel what I mean?
Are you dying to move, or are you dying to be the one moved?

(x)

You were the first to say
That we were not okay
You were the first to lie
When we were not alright
this was my first love
She was the first to go
And when she left me for you
I was the last to know


Why didn’t she tell me
Where to go tonight?
She didn’t say word
She just walked away


You were the first to say
That we were not okay
You were the first to lie
When we were not alright
this was my first love
She was the first to go
And when she left me for you
I was the last to know


I’ll be the first to say
That now I’m okay
And for the first time
I’ve opened up my eyes
This was my worst love
You’ll be the first to go
And when she leaves you for dead
You’ll be the last to know

{X}

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