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♚|| ❝I’m baaaack~ Did you miss me?❞

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Tiger in a Spider's Web || +Moriiartycode

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Of course he did. John heaved a heavy sigh before limping after his employer. At this point, all the Army doctor wanted was to get this job over with, no matter what it took. “You said that to the last hit man you hired, didn’t you?” He said, an air of jest about his tone.

♚|| ❝No, no no no❞ Moriarty smiled at the other, having slowed his pace in what would probably be assumed as a kind gesture, tho- ugh he only did it so it was easier to talk to the other. The tapping of the cane led Moriarty to become distracted, focusing on how it echoed and mimicked the footsteps.

❝No❞ He repeated. ❝I told them the opposite, and they didn't beli- eve me. But I have faith in you, Watson. I know you won't fail me. Not like they did.❞ He had looked away as he said the last bit. Bo- ring, boring boring.

❝I can only assume you asked the same thing during the army. Except replace hit man with medical officer, of course.❞ He look- ed back over at John. This was how people did conversations, yes? With words and questions and continuity? Staying on topic, not just KNOWING everything, yes?

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“About as much as any respectable, well paid man would.” He nodded, making sure Moriarty knew full well where he stood in this. “And yes, I did say you should be less melodramatic. It would help me to enjoy working with you more. So long as I’m not killed in the process.

♚|| ❝You shouldn’t.❞ He sang before walking away. A wink, followed by the grin. He knew Watson would follow him. Of course he would. Why wo- uldn’t he. His hand slid out of his pocket, and he waved it dismissively. ❝I’m not going to kill you John. I’ve got too much for you to do.❞

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He looked mildly confused, unsure of how to answer. He never knew with Moriarty. “I’m going to say yes, and hope this isn’t a trick question.” The shorter man said tentatively.

♚|| ❝Why would I trick you? It’s not like I’m going to kill you. I only want to talk. You did ask for me to be a bit less melodramatic.❞ He grinned, turning his body half way to face him. That sly smirk never faltered, and he tilted his head to the side. ❝You do trust me, don’t you?❞

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He stood there a moment, watching the other’s every move. Watson might not have been the brightest man, like Sherlock was, but he knew well not to test his luck at this moment. “You could say that, I suppose, though it has been some twenty years since my days in a secondary school laboratory.” He replied simply. “I’m more interested in hearing what you want me to do with the sociopath.”

♚|| ❝Isn’t it obvious John? Did I not make it clear?❞ He asked, turning away from him. This was too much, too much. All so routine, so boring. How did any manage this for so long. A sigh escaped his lips. and he ro- lled his head, turning it to the side. ❝Do you want some food? There’s a great Italian place a few blocks down?❞

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heylookafez:

The Doctor leaned his elbows against the sleek metal console, his head raising to check the monitors. Of course she was being sulky- the TARDIS was always sulky with him. So he had been forced to go to certain coordinates. With no idea what was outside his doors, he stood there, contemplating what to do.

Figuring out the odds in his head, there wasn’t much chance of danger outside. This was earth, he knew that much. It wouldn’t take a lot of effort for him to skip out of an ugly situation unscathed. Then again, there would always be one. One who asked questions later. He didn’t like those people- he found the questions rather amusing. So even despite all of that, the Doctor got up with a sigh and walked to the door.

Truthfully, the Doctor had spent a while longer in the TARDIS than he’d like to admit. He would much rather scour the library than face some unknown situation; he didn’t trust the TARDIS enough. Even still, he stepped outside the box and glanced around him. He had no idea where he was. Not one inkling about his location. So he kept silent, until he figured more out.

♚|| Books, books, upon books. He scowered the small collection he had on him. All the books he’s read a thousand times over. All boring. Boring boring boring. He tugged at his hair, thoughts and ideas and complaints whizzing around. Boring, boring, boring. 

With a sigh, he began walking back into the room, but froze before he entered. Creaking, light footsteps, a door closing. Someone else had entered. But there was no way. No one knew he was here. The door had been locked, and he hadn’t heard someone opening it. No in fact this wasn’t the door to his place. It was much too quiet, too small. The only thing that matched...

He rounded the corner, head tilted to the side as he analyzed the other now standing in the room, no not only standing, confused, lost. He loo- ked to the box, then back to the man, not making a move, not making a sound. So many things he had noticed, but one thing he noticed much more clearly than anything else. Lost.

❝Well hello.❞ He called, finally entering the room. ❝I don’t remember calling room service.❞

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“Cute, James. Very cute. Now would you back off. I agreed to working with you so long as you kept at least a foot from me at any place whenever we met in person.” Watson said tersly, giving no indication of fear of his employer. He just needed the money because he couldn’t live off of just army pension.

♚|| A slight look of anger might have crossed his face at Watson’s attitude, but he only took a half step back, complying to the centimeter the distance. His face was cold as he looked at the other, looking for any signs of fear. He smiled, and whether content or not with what he found...

❝How was the lab Doctor? Just like science class?❞ He asked, eyes focused on the other’s. That cold grin had never left his face, and it showed no signs of it either.

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@heylookafez

♚|| Moriarty wasn’t all that concerned how a blue box had found it’s way into his hideout. Simple things like that happened all the time. No, he wa- sn’t concerned about it’s appearance, he was concerned over the fact no one could tell him a thing about it. Not where it had come from, not how it had gotten there, not to whom it belonged. He wasn’t worried about it, but the message that it held.

Sitting in that room, alone, tea in hand, he stared at it. Hardly anyone cou- ld fit in it. The dimensions were much too small, and an outline would show on the windows. However, this Police Box would have been through a lot, not at all properly cared for. A museum piece, perhaps. Was this Sherlock’s way of playing a game? Getting even? No, not even he was that stupid to do that.

Getting up from his chair, he walked, carefully, into the other room. Boredom was seeping into his mind again, and he would do anything to pacify it. 

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“Alright, Moriarty, I did what you asked!” The soldier called out into the darkness. Why had he agreed to this? “Holmes requested I meet him to look at a flat. What more do you want from me?” Watson heaved a sigh, limping forward a few steps, cane thumping along beside. The noise echoed through the abandoned building. “Bloody hell, James. Muat you be so melodramatic? You can come out now!”

♚|| Silence greeted the man as he called out. Nothing, blackness. Moriarty’s own personal assurance that it was truthfully the one he had paid calling out to him, not some other. Footsteps break through the silence as the man walks into the light, looking up and down at John. Hands in his pocket, he rolled his head to the opposite side. Slowly, precisely. A faint grin grew on the end of his lips.

❝Oh no, no no. That was just the first step John. You really think that I only hired you to do that? Find a flatmate? I have much more planned after all. It’s a game Doctor Watson.❞ He mused, walking up in front of John, and one might say a bit too close, but he had no care. No personal boundaries, he owned personal boundaries. The grin on his face only grew.

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Anderscn is the URL. Simple and effective.

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septicisms:

(( Ahhhh. Okay. Makes sense. Rather odd that they don’t give out notifications.

;;i think it’s to give blogs a chance to set up and such. But I’ve done this so many times I can do most blog things in under 3 hours, themes and icons in all. It’s so annoying. Also working on reply now that I’m home.

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Anderscn is the URL. Simple and effective.

((Followed. I wouldn’t happen to be giving out notifications yet am i?))

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(( Sadly, no. Not that I can tell. Why? Is Tumblr broken?

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;;nah. New blogs don't give out notifications for about 24 hours. That's why I'm trying to not follow people and such until they like see. If that makes sense

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Anderscn is the URL. Simple and effective.

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thursdaysxchild:

The only people who expected some one like Nathaniel were monsters. Though the man in front of him was very… peculiar. His mind was like an organized discord. The man was clearly intelligent, for a human. The nephilim watches the man for a moment longer before sighing. “And who do you think I think you are?” he asks. “Because I feel like I have a good grasp on who you are.” he smiles confidently.

♚|| Organized chaos was a single way to describe the threads in Moriarty’s mind. Spider webs filled with facts and lies and roles and crimes. A head filled with everything the consulting criminal would need to know for his roles, his games. An innocent look played on his face, one that did not at all show the man he was underneath. The wolf had put on the sheep’s clothing, and he looked like the rest of the flock.

❝ I-I think you think I’m one of those-those criminals! A monster! I’m not, not really!❞

His voice was pleading, begging to be believed. The accuracy in his tone, the quality of his plea, all were calculated and perfect. The only thing showing, proving it was all a lie was that grin. The one that held nothing but emptiness. The one that held what he truly was. A laugh, small and refrained escaped his lips.

❝ Did you believe me? Was that a worthy act? I can never seem to fix the smile though. It always, breaks through when you least expect it. Was I right about what you thought of me?❞

His sudden change in tone, darkness creeping over his voice, led to him grinning even more. Sliding his hands in his pockets, everything was so perfectly planned. His precise movements, his words, all calc- ulated in under a second. This was what he did, this is what he was ca- pable of. Even so, this is what he did all the time, and therefor found it boring. Soon though, soon the fun would begin again.

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i-am-a-better-hunter:

Sam knew that was an emotionless stare because he returned the same stare. It had been a little over a year without his soul. He watched the other grin and he raised an eyebrow. He knew just about how the other was feeling and thinking; he felt just about the same. True he didn’t know him but there were rumors all over the place. Sam chuckled softly at the other’s question.

“Lock picking isn’t hard. Besides I wanted to talk to you.” He knew what the other did and well…he had a rather..evil idea and he was going to need just a bit of help if he wanted to pull it off.

♚|| A look of emptiness, Moriarty noted, as he adjusted in his seat. He had heard the lock being picked, but what interested him most was the fact the other had found him. That wasn’t an easy thing to do. He was, remote. Moriarty was sure to keep his location only known to a few, and whi- ch ones were the real ones...

❝Oh did you now? And what would you want to talk to little me about?❞

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♚|| ❝I’m not who you think really I’m not.❞

He chuckled, his grin only spreading as he looked at the other, their reaction far to good for him. He wasn’t expect- ing this, well not as extremely. Of course who could blame him? Funny people with their funny lives. Ever so boring and uncomplicated. So small, so insignificant. Moriarty had a blast destroying people. A fun hobby of his, to bide his time.

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♚|| Silence, and a stare was all the other got. An emotionless stare, one of the man who has played this game many times. A blink, and a nod, he rolled his head to the side, a grin growing on his face as he lo- oked at the other. A game. That was all Moriarty saw this as, and that’s all he could ever see it as. A silly game for him to play, to keep that dark called boredom away.

❝Now how did you get in here? ❞ He asked, an amused smile growing as he slid his hands slipping into his pockets. An eyebrow raised, his voice was very playful, but dull, lacking of any true emotions.

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