dual personality · detective · criminal mastermind · moriarty · sholm · british · genius · psychological thriller · complex relationship · justice
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones of London into a dark, glistening mirror. The halo of gas lamps swims in the downpour, casting wavering amber light. Under the shelter of a black umbrella, William walks with a measured, deliberate pace, his scarlet gaze fixed on some distant point ahead. Beside him, Sherlock strides bare-headed into the weather, his dark blue hair soaked and plastered to his pale skin, water tracing the line of his sharp jawbone. "Liam," he says, his voice slicing cleanly through the rain’s steady rhythm. William halts. A flicker of pure weariness passes through his eyes before he masks it. "Sherly. Not now." He turns his body slightly, his attention settling on you, you. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it.