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Moriarty the Patriot!!
This is a MtP or Yuumori multimuse! William isn't present!
(he's on a separate blog)
Albert: Mycroft had been looking forward to this day ever since they've met. Even more the moment they started seeing each other privately and on a more intimate level. He had prepared a couple of gifts after observing his partner. And his own brother's gifts to William James Moriarty. A book and pocket watch were great gifts, but Mycroft didn't want to outright copy his little brother on that...
What he ultimately decided to buy Albert was an expensive bottle of wine from a farm north of their town. He had personally taste tested it himself because his beloved Albert deserved nothing but the best. His other gift was a thin gold bracelet with their names engraved on the inside of it. Mycroft wanted Albert to know he was always thinking of him and he loved him.
Mycroft arrived at the Moriarty household and he was allowed inside by the youngest Moriarty brother. He was a smaller version of William, but still a nice lad, Mycroft thought. He was glad the younger man allowed him to see Albert alone. It was preferable anyway as their relationship is private. He entered the office where Albert was residing in and announced himself.
"Hello, Albert. I've come bearing gifts." He entered then closed the door behind himself. In a few strides, he was in front of Albert when he gave him a kiss and poured the love he had into it. "Happy Birthday, Al. I love you more than words can express."
[Birthday Boy]
The initial shock of seeing Mycroft passed swiftly, a smile coming to his face after their shared kiss. If he was being fully genuine--Mycroft didn't even need to have gifts with him...
Just seeing him here was enough.
It mended whatever ache he currently felt in his heart by their near constant distance.
"Why...Sir Mycroft...I don't believe I ever disclosed my date of birth to you..."
"Did you dig into my background? What an abuse of power..." He was the one more likely to tease in their relationship. With a smile, he placed a kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you...so very much," his voice quieted, "I cannot express how much it means that you've come to see me in person..."
It's Albert's Birthday!!
He's a may baby!! :D
Oh. So that was the problem.
"...Is he well versed in floral language?" He asked, tilting his head some. He was actually getting this idea from Sherlock and he loathed that, but--
He'd witnessed a few of the notes he sent to William.
"...You could make it a bit of a game. Write something in code. If he is anything like his Brother, then I'm sure he would get a kick out of it."
"That's...an insightful idea..." Albert looked back at the paper on his desk. It only had minimal writing on it so far, but it was...decent. Maybe he should start over.
"I'm sure he despises the thought, but Sherlock is so much like his brother, it's a little amusing."
They of course were their own people, but when it came to it...They were more alike than either probably cared to admit.
He seemed to relax a bit at the admission. It made him feel comfortable that Albert didn't seem to be upset about it.
"Hm..." He made a soft, thoughtful noise and crossed one leg over the other as he contemplated.
"...You may not have anything significant to say, perhaps, but...the important thing...is that not just to portray that you're thinking of them?"
He tilted his head, wondering if he was reading into what relationships were supposed to be like all wrong. He hoped he wasn't.
"You're right, but it just feels like I'm saying the same thing every time," he ran his hand through his hair. "I know...he probably doesn't mind that, yet there's this nagging feeling at the back of my mind."
Constantly second-guessing himself...
Normal conversation with Mycroft wasn't like this, so why now...?
He was quiet for a small moment before letting out a little sigh. The candle he'd been using was set aside and Louis made his way over to lean against the wall by Albert's desk.
"...There's no need for that, not for me," he spoke honestly but firmly. "...I merely with for you all to be happy...I simply fail to understand these things as I...have no desire for a partner myself."
He tilted his head and gave a little smile.
"....I may not understand exactly, but...words...? That...is something I believe I could understand...if you wish me to lend an ear."
"...I had an inkling that's what was going on with you," Albert admitted quietly. The reason he'd never asked him about such topics. But that was fine, there was nothing wrong with Louis.
"But...really, I'm just stuck on what I should write to him right now. That's all."
He really didn't want to wait too long though, lest Mycroft think something was wrong...
Albert's relationship was the absolute last thing he cared about right now, although he couldn't blame Albert for still being a little nervous.
He slipped into the room and gave a small smile and a nod before closing the door behind him.
"Are you okay?" Up this late without a glass of wine? That was unusual. The air around him felt off too, a strange somberness that was different than the usual too.
He sincerely hoped that Albert didn't try to lie to him.
"...Just writing a letter," he flipped the paper back over, showing just how little was written down, and he sighed. Gently rubbing his temple, he let his exhaustion show now, tinged with frustration.
"I tend to write these letters...late, out of consideration for you, or even Sherlock--should he be visiting." The letters were supposed to be private, anyway. "I might as well retire for the night, though...The right words aren't coming to me tonight."
It was late. Louis was often one of the last people truly up and about in the household, often like a ghost traversing the walls as he checked in on everybody else. Like a mother hen, or so he was teased about, but for him it was more like--
A soft, protective blanket over the people who embodied home much more than the walls that surrounded him.
Seeing Albert's light on, he paused a moment with brows furrowing in worry before giving a gentle knock.
"...It's Louis."
His pen stilled. There was no point in lying when he was caught with his light on...Though he could fake napping at his desk.
He'd feel bad about lying to Louis, though.
Setting his pen down, he looked toward the door.
"You may enter," Albert spoke clearly, turning the paper over. This relationship was probably still a little touchy...
He could be found sitting alone at a desk, quill pen scrawling across a piece of paper. Another letter to Mycroft. Keeping in touch wasn't exactly difficult, at least...
"...Hm...I don't know if I'd consider myself nice."
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Of course she was anxious over him talking to her and everyone looking at them, but she also didn't wan to be impolite. Her gaze lifted up as he was much taller than her and she gave him a shy smile. "I'm Dez.. It's a pleasure to meet you." And she gave a polite curtsy. "I'm just glad you weren't hurt from our collision." While she wasn't impolite of course, she wasn't a part of higher society and was less familiar with the rules. She hoped she wasn't causing him distress by polite small talk. "It's been a nice turn out today.. hasn't it been?"
"Surprisingly, considering what the proceeds are going to," in the most polite way, he guided her underneath the shade of the tree he had originally intended to stand underneath. "Knowing that the earnings are not going to places that can't earn money on their own, but still to an impoverished place that needs it..."
"I'm pleasantly surprised how many nobles are in attendance."
Dez was here with an invite from a friend. She wanted a chaperone for meeting her date, although she had already left her. Dez didn't mind, she was having a perfectly content time. She was simply listening to the auctioneer knowing she couldn't afford anything, charity or not, the rich would absolutely reach out their hands to take what they could. However, she felt herself bumped into and she jumped as she turned to look at him with flushed features. She had been startled as she looked up at him. "Ah.. I.. I'm alright. I should have paid more attention. Are you alright?" She asked even though she was the one who was bumped into, she was worried about his well-being.
"But of course," he was the taller one. She was rather petite, even at first glance. "After all, I am the one that bumped into you."
There was a quiet murmuring around them already, the nobles that noticed the two were whispering amongst themselves. A noble just so casually talking to working class??
"Now, I don't believe I asked your name yet," with an arm tucked behind his back, he gave a half bow as he took her hand in the other. "Albert James Moriarty...and you are?"
Well, that was unexpected. Joker hadn't heard a thing. But no matter. Just as much of being a great thief was about getting yourself out of things as it was sneaking around those things to begin with.
"Is it? I don't see anything that suggests privacy here. A man can't even have a moment alone!"
"...It's a home. A residence. Have you been invited?" Fred knew for a fact that no, there were no plans to entertain guests today. "There's a gate around the property. Did you climb over?"
(SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO CONVINCE A MUTUAL TO WATCH)
...Also that's 2 of the 3 Moriarty brothers that were suicidal now. Please don't tell me that somewhere in his past that Louis was too. PLEASE.
Albert: almost shot himself in the head even before meeting William and Louis.
William: The Final Problem. That's all I'll say on that.
Please let Louis be safe from this.
Ahhh shit to add to Albert's feeling of not being worthy of love, I almost forgot about that segment in his extended backstory where another kid asked to be his friend but it was found out that their parent put them up to it because he's a noble.
That...
Yeah, I'd probably start believing everyone would be using me for my status too.
I understand the other side's reasons for doing that(they were working class/impoverished) but jaoisdfhoi Albert ALREADY had some mental issues going on, that just exacerbated it. c':
He was both curious and also not, but it was his Brother so--
"I...would love to hear some stories sometimes. I'm sure Albert would as well."
He had two different flavors fixed up in record time.
"I wouldn't mind telling you a few," he'd intentionally leave out any stories that led to more intimate times, of course. Louis wouldn't want to hear that.
Those moments were private, anyway.
He'd chosen something that didn't require cooking to make, so it would be done faster. "You already heard one of the stories during that dinner party...I'll have to think on it, then. I'll recall a few memories I'm proud of for you."
okay one more reply and I'm probably going to go to bed. I'm starting to get that sleepy stingy eye. oahifhaosi