Jul 3, 2017
“ moriarty? more like moriar-you-fucking-kidding-me? ”
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“ moriarty? more like moriar-you-fucking-kidding-me? ”
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To: <JM> BCC: <Kate Norton> Subject: Dinner?
Jim,
I’m delighted that you’ve taken an interest in my little photographs. I knew they would pique your curiosity. However, regarding your proposition over the phone earlier, I’d like to talk it through with you in a more… formal setting, if you don’t mind. It would be nice to have some sort of idea as to just what I’m getting myself in to— no reflection on you, of course. I just wouldn’t want to be turned in to shoes now, would I?
Would you be available for dinner tonight?
I’ll be awaiting your reply.
Yours salaciously,
Irene.
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There was something very particular about that limbo time after Victor had finished an assignment, but before he entirely signed off. He was still ever so keyed up, still in the mindset that went along with work, still in a place where the smallest of things felt disproportionately dangerous. Usually, he avoided people for the majority of it. Tonight, apparently, he wasn’t to be so lucky.
He hadn’t, to put it lightly, expected to run into someone just as he let himself out of the warehouse building he-- and a few others, all gone now --had spent the last few hours securing. None too easily, either. It set off all kinds of alarm bells, reasonable or otherwise, and had Victor’s hand straight back on the gun beneath his jacket. He frowned, considered the possibility of just strolling past, and opted for the alternative.
“Don’t tell me-- strolling around weird alleys is a hobby of yours.”
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“Well look who it is. Did you plan to arrive on my birthday or did that just happen to be the way things worked out?”
The dominatrix’s lips curved upwards as she opened the door and observed the dark haired man, letting her eyes roam before returning back to his face. She had no real reason to be afraid of him. Far from it, she held a similar interest for him as she had for Sherlock. He was interesting but unlike Sherlock, had no qualms over what she did.
Yes, Irene had lost to Sherlock (but she still had more victories over him), but Moriarty hadn’t. She had delivered the information she’d promised with ease. So she greeted him with curiosity and intrigue rather than fear. Indeed, her expression was like a cat who’d found something worth its time but was smart enough not to get too close to it. Instead, she observed. After a moment she opened the door and stepped out of the way, offering for him to come inside.
“Care to come in? I promise I won’t bite or scratch you. Not unless you’d like me to of course~.”
jim had been gone for far too long. no cases, no jim, no distractions. boredom had settled in quickly. even john wasn't willing to entertain him. wiggins was always there. at least he never left in the name of a job. sure, jim had to a criminal empire to run, but was that really more fun than their little games? of course not. regardless, cocaine was an excellent form of entertainment, heroin when that got boring. he had passed out in the tub again, vague memories of an attempted bath coming to him as he shifted and felt cold water shift around him. he was still half-dressed, sleeves pushed up and needle lying where his hand had hung over the side of the bath. he drew his gaze upwards, meeting jim's eyes and cocking an eyebrow. his words came out sleepy, half-slurred from the effects of his nap.
“ come to drown me, love? ”
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( sent // criminally cute ) jim. ( sent // criminally cute ) jim. ( sent // criminally cute ) jiiiiiiiim. ( sent // criminally cute ) darling. ( sent // criminally cute ) dearest. ( sent // criminally cute ) only man i want to spend my life with (except for john, but i'm not kissing him so it doesn't count). ( sent // criminally cute ) CRIME LORD RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATHS OF DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF INNOCENT PEOPLE. ( sent // criminally cute ) i had a nightmare. come back.
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“ you aren't allowed to shoot janine. ”
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jim has very nice hands. sherlock appreciates nice hands; nice hands are much better to have running through his hair. he pressed his head back against jim's hands, asking for more, maybe asking for something a bit rougher than jim's current movements. fifteen minutes ago, he was wrapped up in his own mind, but now he's all too aware of the voices from the television and jim's hands in his hair.
“ he has no intention of getting clean. ”
it's the first sherlock's spoken all day, but he can't resist weighing in on the lives of the talk show guests. he assured jim he wouldn't talk to him all week, but he has a particular weakness to talk shows and jim playing with his hair. he blames how nice his hands are.
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