closed starter for @theprodigalholmes
“It’s always the middle child there’s something wrong with…. isn’t it.” Moriarty proclaimed and announced his presence at the same time to the other man. He usually did his digging into anyone who remarked themselves in the underworld and imagine his surprise when he found someone with such exquisite connections. “How the mighty have fallen…” he tutted and smirked as he got closer.
“Is it really a fall if you were the lowest of the fucking low in the first place?” Decian replies, not recognising the stranger approaching him. He pauses for a few beats too long, struggling to think through an addled brain hazy with whatever he’s on currently. “How’d you know who I am n’where to find me anyway? You’re not one of Mycroft’s...lackeys are you?”











