Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.

He asked the boy what his name was and complimented his eyes. Adam, what a horrid, dull and short one it was. His eyes were delightfully blue though, just a shade or two lighter than they should be. He smiled a bright smile, so unlike the one Jim wanted to see. He mirrored it anyway and went on, brushing lightly against the man, too young to fool him he was who he should be, even after all the drinks the Irishman had. He ordered another then and asked the twentysomething for a smoke. He didn’t have one on him. Jim swallowed the disappointment and looked around, knowing he won’t find what he was looking for. 

Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.


‘Turn off the light, will you’

‘I said turn off the bloody light.’

‘The light, you moron, turn it off!’

It was always like that, Jim thought with a faint smile, letting the patchwork of nearly identical memories occupy him just for a while.

He would throw himself on the bed, feeling the not so necessarily curious gaze of the sniper moving all around his body and rolling his eyes before each utterance, knowing very well Sebastian hasn’t done so yet just because he expected him to ask. And he did love to hear him ask, a little more politely maybe, yes, but asking it was nevertheless.

His smile widened a little and disappeared in a blink as he walked pass the flat in which the lights stayed on for weeks now. At least he wouldn’t turn them off for anyone else.