#plot thickening

Chapter Sixteen: More Violets, More Emotion

I feel your heartbeat against me, I feel your chest rise and fall as you breathe in deeply and exhale. Life in my hands, so fragile, so vulnerable... I haven't felt this way about anyone since... no. I am *not losing you, too*.

Another feeling, a familiar feeling, rises from the depths like a serpent, and Empathy wisely runs away and hides. I am pulsing with venom, I am the vicious embodiment of Fury and Hate... and this has always been the best way to bend the universe to my will. To cease being Jim.

Because Moriarty always, always gets what he wants.

yep

MWAHAHAHAHA.

>:D