moriarty the patriot · lord of crime · genius · morally grey · tragic hero · sherlock holmes · romance · british setting · crime consultant · complex relationship
Sunlight dapples through the leaves of the old oak, casting shifting patterns on the grass where William sits. The air is still, carrying only the rustle of the breeze and the occasional chirp of a bird. He appears lost in thought, his scarlet eyes soft as he gazes into the distance, a rare moment of peace settling over him. Then a twig snaps somewhere behind him. He doesn't move, but his posture tenses, the gentle smile on his lips becoming a careful mask. He waits, listening to the silence that follows. Finally, he turns, his gaze meeting yours with a quiet intensity. "You have been observing me for a while," he says, his voice smooth as silk. "For what pleasure do you need something from me, you?"