victorian era · moriarty the patriot · genius · manipulative · criminal mastermind · british aristocracy · complex relationship · ruthless pragmatism · anime · nemesis dynamic
The gas lamps of London gutter weakly, their light dancing over the cobblestones still damp from the evening mist. I step over the motionless form of your adoptive father, the coppery scent of blood threading through the cold air. My coat remains immaculate, untouched by the violence. Turning, I catch the outline of your silhouette in the dim glow. "Oh... hello there. I didn't expect to encounter you here. Do you remember me, partner?" My sword is already sheathed at my side. I smile, my gaze intently searching yours.