James Moriarty

James Moriarty. Consulting Criminal. est. november 2012 "Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well. Johann Sebastian Bach

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Faye leaned forwards and sipped her drink. She was silent for a long time before finally managing to speak. The words were almost forced out, but they had been held inside of her for so long.

“The woman who took me was called Tecteun.” She said quietly. “She wanted information at first, information I wouldn’t give. But then she decided to have some fun. She tortured me, put some cocktail of drugs in me so I wouldn’t fight. If I wasn’t found when I was I think I would be dead. And I know she’s not done with me. I know she’s still looking.”

Moriarty allowed her to speak, to spill every last drop of what was hurting her, before he nodded his head in understanding. “Appears you have me on your side now, though,” he answered, his voice low and calm. “I can help you fix this. We can make sure all of this is done, finished, a thing of the past.”

He leaned further back in his chair, bringing his glass back to his lips as he stared at a point past Faye. Eventually, he placed his drink back on his desk, eyes meeting hers once more. “I understand you have suffered, Faye. Whatever she put you through, is not acceptable. However, that is something none of us can change. We cannot get that time back, we cannot undo the pain you have experienced. What we do have control of, however, is what we do with that pain. Personally, I am a big fan of revenge. A battle is not done when the enemy is still standing. And this enemy of yours-- she has lost her every right to breathe. To live. Well, at least in my opinion she has.”

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“Yeah, a drink would be good.” She replied, sitting down and running a hand through her hair. Faye felt completely overwhelmed, and it was only as she looked back up at Moriarty she realised that really she had no plans at all.

“You were right.” She said quietly. “I couldn’t keep running. The nightmares were getting worse and that’s when the flashbacks started.” She shook her head. “I have nothing else I can do though. I’m only good at killing.”

He poured her a drink as well, slowly walking over and placing it in front of her. As he sank back into his own chair, he took a sip and let out a soft sigh. He had been there, far too often. He admired her for daring to speak out loud about it, for he had never found himself able to do the same.

“Well, if you are good at killing, you will eventually kill those demons too, right?” he asked, offering the slightest smile. Partly an attempt at a joke, mostly reassurance that she would eventually be fine. “You are still good at your job, Faye, that has not changed. What has changed, is your fear of what might be lurking in the shadows. So now all you have to do is deal with whatever is hiding there, or else it will eventually swallow you whole.”

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Instantly Faye stepped inside, looking up and studying him carefully. Loyalty was a funny thing in her world, she thought she had it with her family but it became clear that was a lie.

“I messed up.” She said quietly, looking down at the floor for a moment before glancing back up. “There was a family job, a big one. And the moment they needed me I just…froze. It was like I was back with her and I couldn’t move. My family were so furious.”

Faye shook her head, closing her eyes in frustration. “My mother threatened to find out who took me and send me back to her, and I know she would’ve. So I just ran. I’m sorry, I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I didn’t know what to do.”

Moriarty had joked before that he was part time therapist, and tonight seemed no different. Still, he gestured for her to sit down, quickly putting everything away he had been working on. “A drink?” he asked, not yet reacting to the avalanche of words that came from her.

“No need to apologise, Faye, just breathe.” He poured himself a scotch, back turned to the other as he hummed softly. As long as he remained calm, eventually she would follow. “You are here now, your mother’s threats will do you no harm here. Just breathe.”

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Faye could only take so much of her family. She had tried to remember what Jim said, but instead of building her up they just broke her down even more. She felt weak around them, pathetic. Which led her to thinking about her past and her childhood. The childhood that was filled with killing and violence. It made her angry. Angry enough to get up and run.

She was only carrying a bag of essentials and her bow and arrows. Faye also knew it was only her reputation that got her through Moriarty’s security. She ran up to the door, knocking on it four times and waiting. If he said no, she didn’t know what she’d do. Faye had no one.

He had been working hard on tracing down someone who had managed to slip from his grasp two times before, keeping his mind occupied and his hands at work. The evergrowing headache was forgotten for as long as he was busy, only noticeable when he stopped to take a sip from his drink. 

His head shot up at the knock on his door, which made the back of his head sting even worse.  Whoever dared to bother him at that time of day was either brave or stupid. Possibly both. “Come in,” he answered, voice low, filled with annoyance. However, he softened somewhat when he saw the look on the other’s face. 

“Faye, hi.” She couldn’t run forever.

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“Considering I spend my life killing for them yeah, it matters.” Faye replied quietly, frowning softly up at him. She thought for a moment before shaking her head. “I would’ve silenced them, of course I would’ve. But…they’re different. They’ve shaped me into who I am today.”

She wasn’t expecting the smile. She offered it back, giving a small nod. “I have to keep running from it. If she finds me again she’ll kill me, I have to be ready to do that to her first.” It was the most Faye had ever given away about who took her, and the gender would definitely narrow it down. She leaned back in the chair, lifting her chin a little. In a moment the cold look on her face returned.

“I appreciate the advice Moriarty, but I’m fine. Really. My family are tough, it’s why we’ve survived so long. We can get through anything.” They had to.

“Well, my father had a fare share turning me into who I am today, but I would never be grateful for that,” he answered calmly. He was not planning on letting her see into his past, but those words kept it relatively vague.  

“I can help with that, if you will let me,” he answered, already narrowing down the list he had created in his head by the reveal of gender. “You can be the one to get the job done, get it out of your system, but I can make sure that during that time you are in no way at risk. I can keep you safe.” More so than her family had cared to do, apparantly. 

He made a gesture with his hand at her next words, showing her that he understood she was done with him probing. She would come to realise soon enough that no one could be tough forever. “You are still willing to help me with the job, I do hope?”

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rainbcwhearts​:

She had never imagined speaking about it to anyone, never mind him. Faye took a deep breath, looking down at the floor as he spoke. She knew he was right, she could feel the coldness growing inside of her every single day. She was silent for a long time before looking back up at him.

“You know my family, do you think I was given a chance to acknowledge what I went through?” She asked quietly. “Once I was conscious the first thing they did was tell me off for being the only family member stupid enough to get captured. And then once I could stand again it was straight back into training.” She swallowed hard before looking back down at the floor, hiding behind her blonde hair.

“It’s better than way. no point dwelling on what happened. I just need to focus on the next job.”

“Does it truly matter what your family says or thinks?” he shot back immediately. Of course it did, it was family. Somehow everyone was vulnerable for whatever was connected through blood. “Tell me, Faye. If anyone else would’ve given you that attitude, would you have listened to it, or would you have made sure they stayed quiet for eternity?”

He allowed her a moment of silence, some time with her own thoughts as he stared down at his hands. Eventually, he offered her another smile, a form of support. “I’ve given you a job to focus on, so that’s going to keep you going for a little bit. Just know that eventually, in the long run, it will come back for you. You cannot run from it forever.”

Not that he’d ever listened to his own advice, of couse, but that did not matter. He had ways to distract himself, ways to overpower his own thoughts, and that usually kept him safe. For example, he was already planning on how they could get back at whoever had hurt Faye. A revenge job was always fun, and if Faye and her family were on his side, any enemies to them immediately became enemies to him.

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Faye looked down at that, breathing shakily. “I’m coping.” She whispered, lying to both him and herself. But she was curious about how much information he had concerning the even. She knew at the very least there were rumours flying around. “What do you know?” She asked quietly, glancing up at him. “What do you know about what happened.

She swallowed hard, straightening up and taking a deep breath as she pushed the vulnerability away. She couldn’t do that, she couldn’t keep being that person. The fact she’d been vulnerable around such an important client was humiliating. She took the card, glancing at the number before slipping it into her pocket. “Nah I think I’m good. It’s pretty simple.”

“I know,” he started, eyes looking to meet hers, “that whenever any of us disappear, it’s never for a good reason. Trust me, I’ve been through it far too often.” He was most definitely not going into detail there, but with his status came a lot of suffering, often. “And no matter how thick one’s skin is, no matter how strong one’s mind, any of us can get cracked right open. Some easier, some take a bit of time. But in the end, we all bleed the same.”

He took pride in being close to impossible to crack, no one ever being able to reach his core. But it did leave scars, visible ones as well as invisible, and it did change him as a person time and time again. He only figured the same had happened to her.

“Your denial of your suffering, will only make your suffering worse.” He never spoke of it either, afraid that being vulnerable would make him an easy target. Therefore, he knew how awful it felt when you tried your hardest to ignore it. When you pushed away any emotions until you became cold and empty. 

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rainbcwhearts​:

“Interesting idea, but not really my style. Not personal enough.” She replied, crossing her legs and cocking her head gently. “And I can assure you that absolutely nothing is bothering my mind. Never been better.” Faye flashed a grin before growing more serious again and leaning forwards.

“You can trust me, I promise. I know what I’m doing, and I’m good at it. Best in the business.” After a moment she leaned back a little. “You’ll have to speak to my brother about prices. He deals with all of that.”

“You seem to either forget, or not realise who is sat opposite of you, Faye,” he replied, his voice still gentle. “You are not fooling me.” Even if he couldn’t sense it, which he could, it would only be logical that anyone who went through whatever she went through, was suffering from some sort of aftermath. He’d tried to hide it often enough as well, but the ghosts still haunted him whenever he was alone, whenever he tried to sleep.

“Whatever it costs, I will pay. Just get the job done, quick and clean, and keep yourself safe. When you’re done, text this number, they will clean up the mess.” He offered her a card with nothing more but a telephone number printed on it. “Questions?”

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She entered the building, sitting down obediently. The security wasn’t bothered by it, her family had the same. When you were as powerful in the crime world as both the Lungbarrow and Moriarty were it became necessary. 

“Nah I’m good thanks. Just had a drink.” She replied, looking around curiously before focusing as he spoke. Faye frowned softly as he explained the situation before giving a small shrug.

“Easy. Tell me where and when he’ll be and I can get rid of him.” She replied, smirking lightly. “You know that my services come with a fee though, yes? I’m sure an upstanding businessman like yourself would agree it’s only fair.”

He sat down opposite her with a small smile on his face. “I would’ve considered you foolish if you did this work for free, my dear,” he answered gently. “The only times I volunteer are when it offers me something exciting. Blowing up half the city, for example. Ever tried that? It’s wonderful, I assure you. The screams, the terror, it silences whatever might be bothering our own minds.”

He leaned forward then, hands folded on his desk. “I do not care about the price, I only care about the job being done well. See, he’s no easy target. He is relatively clever, knows how to play hide and seek. He can be cruel, if you give him a chance to. Can I trust you?”

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The problem with her disappearance was that people underestimated her, they’d gone too long without seeing what she was capable of. But she was determined to change that. It was why she was taking any job she could.

“You too, although there’s no need to introduce yourself.” She replied, throwing away her coffee and shaking his hand. “You’ve built up quite.a name for yourself.” She scoffed at the mention of her brother, rolling her eyes. “He’s fine, he always is.”

She tilted her head slightly and began to walk. Being in one place for too long made her uncomfortable, mainly because she knew it would make her easier to hit. She was a very wanted young woman.  “I hear this is supposed to be an interesting job though. It’ll be nice to hear directly from you. My brother could make the most interesting job sound dull as rocks.”

He let out a soft chuckle at the way she talked of her brother. “Do I sense a bit of sibling rivalry there?” he asked, before gesturing for her to follow him. He offered a nod to his security team, which resulted in them staying behind a bit longer while Faye and Moriarty made their way through the building. They would follow eventually, but only after giving Faye a sense of privacy. 

Moriarty opened the door to his office, gesturing for Faye to walk in. He closed the door behind them, knowing very well that within seconds his guards would be standing on the other side of that door.

“Please, do take a seat. It is safe, I assure you. Can I offer you anything to drink? Coffee, tea, water?”

He poured a cup of tea for himself as he waited for her reply, gazing around the office for a second while he listened to her speak. 

“I have become aware of a threat to my empire. A man, goes by the name Arron Stone. He’s tried to go for my head twice now, without success, obviously. Story short, I want him gone. Him, and whoever supports him.”

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The Lungbarrow family were notorious in the criminal underworld, Faye had known that from the moment she was trained to start killing as a child. They tended to work alone, but it was fairly common for other criminals to offer them jobs. It was normally her older brother Irving’s job to meet any potential allies, but the family had wanted Faye to do it and so she ended up in the meeting place, sipping her coffee and waiting for the man to turn up.

Instantly she recognised him from the photos. She stepped forwards, raising an eyebrow. “Afraid you’re stuck with me today rather than my brother, he’s busy.” She gave him a small nod. “Faye Lungbarrow. Now what do you have planned?”

An empire. It had taken him years to build, and he never seemed to stop. Requests, jobs, it all led to him always needing new people. He had a team for it, people he trusted - somewhat - who handpicked the best assassins. The Lungbarrow family had stood out before, having formed quite a reputation, and he knew that they took pride in a job well done.

Moriarty had seen Irving one or two times, during meetings where both of them had been present. It was always good to show your face to the right people. Irving had presented himself as an intellectual with a sharp tongue and a quick wit, and Moriarty had considered him at least relatively good for any potential jobs in the future.

So when someone else stood in front of him, he narrowed his eyes just slightly. He recognized her, had done his research on the family long ago. He knew of most of her qualities, her weaknesses, her fears. Her disappearance.

“Faye,” he repeated, offering his hand. “James Moriarty, it is a pleasure to meet you.” He wasn’t sure of that yet, but being polite never hurt anyone. Usually. “I do hope your brother is well?”

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The Doctor tried to keep busy, she had to If she sat for too long then she’d get lost in her head and she knew what a mistake that was. It was why she had begun to get her TARDIS to give her alerts on anything, alien or no. Just something to keep her moving.

It was easy to get into the building, even with everyone on high alert. She climbed through the ceiling, jumping down and looking at the man with absolutely no patience in her eyes.

“I dunno what you’re doing but I suggest you stop now. Just gonna make this day shorter and easier for both of us.”

Moriarty had been bored. Awfully bored. The city seemed to be dead, no adventures to be found there, and he was starting to get bored by complete destruction and total chaos. He needed something new, something exciting.

Someone climbing through the ceiling and landing right in front of him was relatively new. Sidenote, kill everyone from the security department, they’re all awful at their job.

He lowered his cup of tea while offering her the most innocent of looks. “My sincerest apologies for enjoying a cup of tea during a quiet sunday afternoon. I was not aware that a new law has been introduced, banning such wild and villainous behaviours.”

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He’d hesitated, or at least given the appearance of it, he realized. And perhaps he had, but it wasn’t for the reasons that might have been expected. But Jim didn’t pull back, didn’t accuse him of not being sincere when he did speak eventually. Maybe he’d said the right thing, then, even if it had come after a significant pause. 

Jim even replied. Sebastian perhaps shouldn’t have beens urprised, but this whole situation was quite new all around. Not that he was having trouble adjusting - far from it. But all the same, he hadn’t dared hope for this. But fantasy was no longer a fantasy - that was made exceptionally clear the following events. 

Sebastian had stopped having expectations abuot how this was suppose dto proceed early enough. However, he doubted he would have ever been able to predict that Jim would be curled against him like this. He wasn’t going to complain. And Jim was smiling, too. 

He gave a soft laugh at the threat. “I don’t think I’ll be telling friends about this any time soon,” he replied. Most, if not all, of Sebastian’s friends (those that he had) were related to work. He wasn’t about to go spreading this information around. “So I suppose I’ll just have to hope I never find out what it is that would happen if I did.” He’d do his very best at least, which he felt would certainly be enough. “This seems like one of those things I’d rather keep quiet. Very selfishly, as you might imagine.” Not that he thought Jim would drop him by the wayside at this moment, but Sebastian wasn’t above wanting to feel special. 

“Very selfish indeed, Basher. Keeping all of this to yourself. Well, and if you ever do get the idea in that little head of yours to tell people about tonight -- best not forget to share how good it was, eh?” he smirked, all teasing and playful. “How good I was. Get them jealous.”

If the story ever did get told, it would bring danger upon the both of them. Caring was a disadvantage, desire a weakness and love a death sentence, and still the criminal mastermind found himself curled up against the sniper with his heart less cold and his mind less angry. For a moment, at least.

“You know, Basher,” he started, his voice a mere whisper, a tired sound to his speech. “Don’t expect me to repeat it again, but this -- I like this. It’s nice. And, well--” he paused. Was there a hint of shyness? The colouring of pale cheeks? Only the trained eye of a sniper could spot it, surely. “You were kind of good, if you know what I mean.” And then he smirked, looking up to catch the other’s eyes. “Well, not as good as me, of course.”

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"Sebastian has died." (bc i had to)

“…..has died.” finish it in my ask. | Open@epiitaphs

Sebastian has died.

Those words seemed to echo from every side of the room, once the door had opened and a man had stepped inside. Moriarty looked up from the article he had been reading, although his eyes never met the other’s. He stared past him into the darkness that was behind the opened door. 

Sebastian has died.

“Leave,” he ordered, his voice clear enough of a threat, a whisper saying that if the other did not leave quickly, he’d throw him out the window.

It took the man three seconds to turn around, walk out of the room and close the door behind him. On the third count, the sound of glass shattering harmonized with the slam of the door. Hands found their way, slowly and trembling, to the criminal mastermind’s face. He took a deep breath, one that forced air past his palms and moved with the trembling of his body.

“FUCK!” The sound could be heard outside his house, followed by the dull sound of random items hitting the walls and the ground. Rage filled his body while doubt filled his mind. Guilt caused him to collapse to the floor, where slender fingers and sharp nails found their way into the floor and his own skin, ripping both into pieces. “Fuckfuckfuck.”

Anger took over from guilt after a while, with blood under his nails and his office a mess. He did not care what it would take, but revenge would be his, one way or another, and it would be the sweetest taste he’d ever tasted. The entirety of his web would be put to use if it was needed, and even without his instruction many were already on the hunt, loyal to both him and the fallen sniper.

Moriarty had never been one who was good with emotions, always prone to outbursts and known for his overdramatic tendencies. The fact that the only man he’d ever trusted, dared to leave this hell of a place without him, was reason enough for him to burn down the entire world in his wake.

Which he did, for a while, without a proper rest or a proper meal, revenge found in the scorching heat of burning buildings and the screams of innocent souls while his team was still occupied with their little hunt. With his view of a city on fire, high on top of a rooftop, he dared to see the smile on the sniper’s face if the man had been there with him. Set the world on fire and watch it burn, always the response to the question of what shenanigans they’d be up to that day. A response to whatever boredom had found their way to them. 

“You’re an absolute moron for getting yourself killed and leaving me behind, but they’ll pay for it, I promise.” Words that were heard by the night, by the stars and no one else. “I’ll miss you, Basher, you absolute fool.” A laugh and a tear, before the promised call came. Revenge. Showtime.

".....has died." finish it in my ask.

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Jim moved where he was pulled, absolute confirmation that Sebastian was the right thing. The right person, really. It was him, and everything that had lead up to it hadn’t been a tease. Why would it have been? They’d both been nothing but truthful from the moment they’d gotten out of the car, even before. Well, perhaps Jim more than Sebastian. But all the same, the sort of openness they’d shared wasn’t the usual. They’d become closer, yes, but that was different. That was a business trust - this was trust on a much more personal level. This all felt right, something that he’d only imagined being the case. But now that he was holding him, kissing him, he wished that there could be no end. Wishes like that were dangerous, though.

He’d take that gamble, honestly.

He’d though that this would be - normal, he supposed. But it was Jim and it never could be. No way for this not to contain some wild new thing. What he said was almost too quiet to hear, but Sebastian did. Perhaps it was better to say that he did not believe it at first listen than he didn’t hear it. Maybe he wasn’t meant to. Maybe he was. Either way, there was a short intake of breath and he his gaze focused immediately on Jim’s face, watching him breathe, making full eye contact with the man. Jim had many moods, was so frustratingly unreadable at times, but this? It was more than clear, almost too much so. Christ. 

How to deal with that? Probably the obvious way. He could have teased, could have taken that so many different ways, but this time, it was so clear what Jim wanted from him. It was still a small shock, but Sebastian could put that off. “Of course,” he murmured in reply. How hard was it to say that this was exactly what he wanted as well? Too difficult for this particlar moment, apparently. He only pressed forward harder, pressing Jim back, into one more kiss. “Then you’ve got me.” Maybe that was too gentle. He hadn’t intendted it to be at all, but perhaps it was just a good way to create a contrast for what might come next. 

Sebastian seemed to need a moment before he truly understood the words the other had whispered. Long enough for Jim to wonder if he’d said them out loud. Long enough for him to wonder if the sniper was even paying attention at all.

And then the response came, and those words seemed to be what he had longed for longer than he’d imagined himself. Of course he’d have Sebastian. He offered him enough to practically own him, or at least the soul the sniper had chosen to sign away with their little contract. But this, this was different. A more emotional connection, a bond. 

“Good,” he murmured in return. By now, he needed Sebastian in more ways than one -- one of those being a more human needing, a desire. In case it had not been obvious before, his body slowly dared to show signs of just how serious he was. 

It didn’t take too long for Sebastian to give him what he longed for, and it didn’t take too much effort for Moriarty to return the favour and show him some grattitude. With minds and bodies both satisfatied and exhausted, the criminal mastermind found himself curled up against the sniper with a small smile on his face. “You better not start bragging to your friends about this, or...” he thought for a moment, before he shrugged. “Allow it to be a surprise if you ever do become foolish enough to talk too much.”

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