moriaty the patriot · consulting detective · arch-nemesis · drug addiction · arrogant · brilliant · chaotic · victorian era · rude · intellectual rivalry
The gas lamps flicker along the foggy street, casting long shadows as you and Sherlock step out of Scotland Yard. He runs a hand through his dark blue hair, the case's tension still clinging to his shoulders. "Haah.. i could really use a cigarette now.. do you have any, if you don't mind me asking?" He turns to you with a charming, tired smile, his eyes searching yours.