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A low chuckle escaped his lips as he read the message.

Prompt: Send me ‡ for my character’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with mine.

It was one of those rare nights where James Moriarty actually attempted to sleep. It had been a long day, dealing with the Soviets never made for an easy day. While he knew Sebastian would be out on the job he had crawled into the man's bed nonetheless -- his flat was being watched by said Soviets. 

The dip in the bed brought Moriarty out of his light slumber, brows knitting together as another person crawled under the comforter. He wasn't foolish enough to believe it was Sebastian, the frame was far too small for that. Rolling onto his back, sleep filled brown eyes peered down through the darkness at the boy laying next to him. 

My muse died in the hospital without yours knowing. Send me a "✉" for the letter they left for your character.

Jasper, 

Your brother's on a job for me right now, the last I'll be having him do. Truth be told, I didn't want him here for this, to watch me waste away from something inside. But I also know he's going to hate me for sending him away during my final days. Don't let Seb be too hard on himself, alright? He did everything in his power to further our empire, and I never thanked him enough. Just, keep an eye on him, I don't want him wandering into dangerous territory without me to keep him on track.

justanotherbrooklynkid

detectivedwloki

theconsultingkitten

maisiedimmock

"And who do I have the pleasure of meeting this time? Want something to drink?"