Dec 7, 2014
+nxtjustarmor
Snow had settled on the London skyline, and as a consequence, Jim Moriarty found himself curled into a duvet, watching the heavy drifts falling outside of the window. All of his meetings had been put on hold because of the weather, and as such he had been confined to the flat. Not necessarily a bad thing when he had been neglecting to spend time with the man he was to marry. The snow was making it near impossible for Jim to judge time accurately, therefore, he rolled over and checked the time on his phone. He'd been laying in the same position for nearly an hour. Frowning to himself, Jim heaved himself out of bed and padded through the flat, calling out his lover's name as he went. "Tony?"