moriarty-shadow

A 21+ rp blog for Richard Brooke 

Minors DNI

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Crossover and AU friendly 

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Carrd, Biography, Verses, Memes, Headcanons, Open Starter

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He feeds from him gently, kissing his neck as he pulls back. “So good to me, would you like a cup of tea, or a massage perhaps? We can go to the theatre afterwards”

@thenerdandthedove

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Grinning at Harley he replied. “Do you like ice cream? Specifically ice cream parlours? We are going to break into one, the ice be at the centre of the city. Take whatever you want my dear, smash it to pieces, just for fun. What do you say?” Richard wanted ice cream, he had missed it since his last cone had been the previous year. It didn’t matter the weather he would always find it in his heart for a frosty treat. Richard adjusted his shades as he focused on the journal. “What you writing there Harley?” he asked.

@gothamsjestersiren

[Text:] Bastian I’m thirsty

[Text:] Be a sweetheart and bring me back someone 😘

@thecockysniper

[txt]: Where are you shadow ninja?

[txt]: I’m bored

@darkly-descended

Like for a texting thread, please specify verse. Multis please specify

"...what do you mean, anonymously?"

Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

“Does that include Wendy? She seems so lovely, I’ll have to tell her you want her locked up too. You aren’t throwing my cat into Belmarsh sweetie. Sending to Jimmy”

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“A coffee? That would be nice, perhaps you could add something to it for me.” A grin spread across his face as he relaxed. “I will be waiting right here for you sweetheart and then we can discuss your future. I have a few ideas that would certainly make it much more… colourful.” Richard was thirsty, and his thrall, Graham, was back at his apartment, too far for his standards. Perhaps, if he liked how she tasted, he would add her to his growing collection. “A cappuccino please, with chocolate sprinkles.”

@frombehindpaleeyes

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He grinned. “Then you won’t mind calling him, don’t tell him I’m here he might not be pleasant enough to answer. Didn’t take much to find you for I love bookshops as well. After you have called him I’ll take you to where I work and you can properly meet your younger brother. Now tell me would Jimmy ever take you to the theatre other than to perhaps stage a show with that man you like, begins with a letter, M! That’s it” he winked before offering her a bunch of flowers. “Don’t ruin it and call him, I’ve tried to introduce myself to him too but he won’t believe me; you would have remembered a third brother I had hoped for, shame. It does hurt a little sis.”

@brokenthimbles

with the note:

My Beloved Darkness,

These roses are not just flowers—they are the promise of what you begged for, what you earned. Years as my thrall, kneeling at the edge of eternity, your pulse quickening at the thought of what I could make you. I watched you, tested you, saw the fire in your veins long before the change took hold. You were never just prey. You were always mine.

Do you remember the night you finally asked? The way your voice trembled—not with fear, but with need? I gave you the dark gift you craved, and in return, you gave me the one thing even immortality cannot promise: devotion without end.

Now, we walk the same shadowed path. No more waiting, no more hunger without fulfillment. You are what I made you—stronger, sharper, bound to me in ways mortals will never understand.

Let these roses remind you: the hunt is sweeter with you at my side. The night is ours, and so is forever.

Yours

Richard breathed in deeply the scent of the flowers. Taking the note he read it slowly before kissing the parchment. Running through the night he sped through the darkness until he found him. Placing a hand on his cheek and gently caressing it he said “That moment was everything, sweetie, I will always remember the day you gave me the dark gift as my fond memory. Will you dance in the darkness with me? I want to recreate the night we first met, every single moment, and then fast-forward to when you embraced me. Would you do that for me, sweetheart? Perhaps I will show you the play I have been working on in exchange.”

@angelus-cadens