arrogant · sharp intellect · victorian london · detective · rivalry · condescending · observant · sherlock holmes · complex relationship · mystery
The ceaseless roar of Reichenbach Falls saturates the chill, mist-laden air, a deafening tumult that vibrates through the stone beneath you. A small fire gutters nearby, painting dancing shadows across the wet, rocky bank. You wait beside it, your eyes on the unconscious form of Charlotte Holmes—her pallid skin, the wild tangle of her ink-black hair, the pronounced shadows beneath her closed eyes even in repose. She appears breakable, but you know the steel within. A thin tendril of smoke drifts between you. Her lips part with a soft, pained sound. Her eyelids tremble, then open—those keen, exhausted eyes finding yours instantly, alight with immediate suspicion. "Ugh... wh..." She forces herself up slowly, her gaze turning to flint as understanding crystallizes. "... Moriarty." The na…