#rich-brook

[flight-of-the-thieving-magpie]

“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”

“They will consume you,” Jim responds, sounding as though this is obvious. 

“When you’re spinning your web, little brother,” he continues, curling his fingers around Richard’s chin and giving the other’s face a playful little shake. “It pays to be honest about being the spider.” 

[dprofjamesmoriarty-blog]

“Not dead.”

It had been a long and hard two years. Faking your suicide is not as fun as Hollywood makes it out to be, there was no vacation in the Caribbean as he sipped his troubles away one mimosa at the time. There was the pain, the bullet was real and so was the blood, there was absolutely no fooling Sherlock, it was all part of the plan. The recovery took longer than he had expected too. No matter the genius of the person, a bullet to the head causes some serious damage.

Go figure. 

He knew his brother was weak, he had always known that, telling him that it was faked would only cause problems, the last thing he needed to deal with was Richard babbling to some idiot in acting class that he was going to visit his brother in the hospital. No it had to be this way, it was the only way. 

Two years had gone by and Richard hadn’t changed one bit. He still frequent the same places, he hung out with the same people, the so called friends that helped him get through the tragedy. As far as Jim was concerned he was doing him a favor, really, their relationship had been dangerous, broken, perhaps it was better this way but on one particular night that Jim was looking in from the shadows Jim decided to surprise his brother in his apartment. 

He waited in the dark for Richard to arrive, placing the cane he now needed to walk out of sight, there was enough things he was going to be bombarded for, the fact that he needed assistance walking didn’t need to be one of them. He waited in the dark, almost excited to see his brother’s reaction, he was always too easily excitable.

Perhaps it was the part of the bullet that remained in his brain that made him almost miss his brother, not that he would ever admit to it. 

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Quiet. It wasn’t something that she usually embraced as it was a good way to be left vulnerable. Noise provided a layer of cover not many considered. But for once, sitting on the sofa, she let her eyes close and her mind wander. There were no threats here. 

But when a hand touched her shoulder, Sabine shifted immediately back into the weapon she was formed into being. Grasping the foreign limb, she held tightly as she twisted it back, a snarl on her lips. A ‘snap!’ was heard, could be bone breaking, or merely tendons slipping into position- either way it wouldn’t feel good. 

But then - it wasn’t a threat. It was Rich, the opposite definition. 

“Oh my god-” she released him, her hands gathering together in front of her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” Sabine’s chest rose and fell rapidly, worry falling on her brow. 

She took a step forward, hands reaching out as if to comfort- “Are you okay?”

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“Known to lie?” Jim pouts, letting his hand knead obscenely while Rich plucks at his clothing. “To you? I’m wounded, Richie.” 

True enough, in fact; Jim likes to confuse and confound, often omits important information, but very rarely actually outright lies. Most people simply expect it of him, which can often be used to his advantage. 

[flight-of-the-thieving-magpie]

*Rich throws himself at Jim*

“If I’m not mistaken,” Jim chuckles, “this looks a bit like desperation.”

[flight-of-the-thieving-magpie]

FEBRUARY IS THE MONTH OF LOVE! - February 16th

This Richard has been around for a very long time now, and has drifted through several different incarnations to get where they’re at now. Every stage in their evolution has brought them to an even better place than they were at before, and I’m impressed by the fact that they can look back at such a colorful history of change, refinement, and creative interpretation. Keith knows what they want out of Richard Brook, and understand just what it takes to make it so.

Not only does this mun understand their character, they understand the source material that spawned the very idea of this persona, and understand perfectly well how he fits into the bigger picture. Whether they’re playing him as a Moriarty sibling or a different version of Jim himself, he’s nuanced and complicated. Quite honestly, I couldn’t ask for a better twin. 

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“Richard, put the gun down.” Mycroft instructed, his voice low and full of authority. As his spoke, his mind rapidly ran through all the possibilities here. If he tried to run, Richard would either shoot him or he would look weak - hence why it would be better to stand his ground and hope that it was possible to call the other man’s bluff.

Assuming it was a bluff, that was. Was Richard strong enough to actually shoot somebody? Perhaps not to kill, but Mycroft was unsure about whether he had the guts to maim somebody. After all, the Moriarty twin had surprised him before - and with a brother like James, he couldn’t really rule anything out, could he?

Presumably James was where the gun had come from. That bugger. Mycroft could just about tolerate him owning illegal weapons - he knew what to do with them, and it would be more effort than it was worth to remove them - but him handing one over to, quite frankly, the weaker twin? It was unacceptable. The elder Holmes would be having words with him next time they saw each other.

But back to the point - the only real option here seemed to be to stand his ground and hope that Richard was a terrible shot.

“You don’t want to hurt me, Richard.” Mycroft stated. “You don’t have the-”

BANG!

Fuck.

At least his hopes had come true about the other man not being able to aim well. That, or he had no intention to kill Mycroft. He’d have to work out which later - right now he was a bit busy bleeding out of a hole in his shoulder.

Doing his best not to panic (and managing rather well, if he did say so himself), Mycroft slumped to the floor. One hand held onto his injury as he winced and painfully fumbled through his pocket - searching for his phone so he could call an ambulance and hopefully not bleed to death.

“Get over here and put pressure on this, you idiot.” Mycroft growled, glaring at Richard for a split second. “And cancel any plans you had for the day. You need to take me to hospital now.”

[flight-of-the-thieving-magpie]

Q

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is a big fan of them. Often times Jim is far more about the impulse, the quick fix, the pleasure that can be had in the moment than he is about an honest to god connection. When Jim experiences an attraction or a desire, his hedonistic streak would be satisfied more easily by taking it then and there rather than building something meaningful. 

That isn’t to say he doesn’t forge strong connections, but. The man has had his share of sex in public places, let’s put it that way.