Since this short is kind of a fan fiction of my own work (yes, that is possible) I am messing up my own context, but man it’s fun. As my earlier post suggests, I’m doing a very, extremely, short version of what my adaptation of the Reichenbach Fall will be. (I have already wrote a fourth of it.) Based off of the little teases I leave around, shipping is up to the beholder, but my Moriarty/Fem!Sherlock dynamic is kind of that “we argue like a married couple, were best friends in uni, and have to act like enemies in public” vibe. And, I suppose, there’s a bit of a “I’m wounded so I’m going to use you as something to cry on” feel with a few Moriarty scenes involving his pride.
Anyway, back to the short. Out of all of the ways I’ve written a Moriarty entrace, this has to be among my top favorites. Shows a subtle depth of what makes Moriarty so lethal. *winks* Happy reading.
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The man dressed for power and looked like murder. Though behind the persona – the classy clothes, glamor, and status in the underground – his eyes still shone with a devotion that said he would burn the world for her, paint streets red with the blood of those who dared to hurt her. That he’d do heinous acts to anyone who made her bleed.