The Wolf and The Tiger

The personal blog of Sebastian and Severin Moran.
( Independent RP blog for BBC's Sherlock. Read ABOUT and DISCLAIMER for more information. NSFW and possibly triggering. Mun and Muse 18+ )
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“You’re welcome. Sorry it’s not lemonade, but at least it’s pretty good orange juice,” Sebastian said with a smile. Actually, they were lucky that carton was even in the refrigerator. Severin tended to go through one carton by himself in a day or two. 

Sebastian was quiet for a moment. It suddenly dawned on him that he should have to tell Cam about himself. Of course they would have to get to know each other, but… Sebastian wasn’t sure how much to tell. He didn’t want Cam to be in any sort of danger because of Sebastian, and yet, he didn’t want to lie to him, either. “I’m thirty-four,” Sebastian said, not really liking admitting his age, not really liking admitting his true age, either. But, Cam had a right to know. “And you?” He assumed Cam was younger. He looked younger than thirty-four. He hoped not too much younger… He didn’t want to be a cradle robber. Well, he hoped that age didn’t matter

He bit his lip as he waited for Sebastian’s answer. He knew the other was older than him, not necessarily by looks but by mannerisms. He just wondered how much older. Not that it mattered, he was just curious. At his answer he raises his eyebrows with a smile, he did like older guys. He was tired of people his age, who couldn’t hold a decent conversation if you pointed a gun to their head. He just hoped Sebastian didn’t mind him being so young, hoped he didn’t view him as a stupid kid. 

“Wouldn’t that suck if I said, like, 15 or something? But don’t worry, I’m totally legal. 20.” He says, taking another drink of his orange juice. “You look good for your age.” He comments, reaching down to pet Armanno.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, taking a sip of the 7UP he had got out for himself. “Jesus. Yeah, no, that would have been fucking terrible,” he said with a half laugh, eyeing Cam carefully. “Still… you’re rather young… You don’t mind being with me, do you?” He asked, frowning a little. He wanted Cam not to care about age. He didn’t want something as silly as that to pull them apart. 

“I mean, I’m not that old… Of course I still look good.” A little more confident now, Sebastian took another sip of his pop. No, he didn’t have any problems with Cam’s age versus his own. The only problem he did have, though, was eventually telling him more and more about himself.