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unpuzzling[leave all means of private IC contact here. as a warning, Sherlock has stupid texting habits like a teenage girl. be prepared for really ridiculous acronyms.]
✉ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴅᴀʏ 392 { ғᴏʀᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ }
Date: 2014-01-17 10:24 pm (UTC)but rosalyn exists only on the envelope; inside, the neat, curved handwriting is strictly moriarty. there are two pages in sum, their edges show trace of goldenrod. ]
Dear Sherlock,
We have not spoken of our correspondence but I assumed there is no reason for it to cease, do you find the same?
The purpose behind our arrival here has played in my mind since I left the castle; I know it must have in yours as well. Here, at last, is an examination of our connection to them. If we succeed, it will result in color returning to this world, pigments bursting through the gray. I couldn't help but think such task would be more appropriately given to your Watson rather than myself. The ones who call themselves Gods differ and I wonder, do you think their wrong? The cure to the gray disease is exactly the kind of connection you and I have been contemplating. The fact that the city is in colors in parts probably answers many of our questions.
You asked me what name do I use here and I hope you did not think I would say Irene. We have not spoken of her, you and I. I know you would prefer to think of her as something separate from me and you would are likely to think me ruthless when I say Irene has always been a part of myself. Naturally, she would have been perfect for this setting - by now she is quite the phoenix is she not? rising from the ashes into being; but the truth is darling, Irene was mine and yours. I would never share her with the simple minds who occupy this city. Rosalyn, for all the similarity, is not her. When I finally discard her, I would not spare her a second thought.
Irene is on my mind, darling; she plays on its edges in the same manner she does on yours. You cannot yet remember the time during which I told you Irene had the answers to all the questions I have been contemplating regarding human connections. Truly, she would have been able to offer this city simple solutions I cannot yet give.
You have seen me paint many time, Sherlock and yet I will tell you a secret, I still struggle when I need to apply myself into the world that is the artistic field. I wonder, what colors would you care for me to paint the city with?
I will tell you a second secret, I bear no affection towards the ones who share your name. I suspect it will not change when I will know them. Tell me, dear, what mind of reason would travel to Paris to gaze upon the Virgin of the Rocks and then be satisfied with the paper print they would attempt to sell at the gift shop?
Until we meet again;
Yours,
Jamie Moriarty
✉ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ᴅᴀʏ 400.
Date: 2014-02-07 05:43 pm (UTC)Dear Sherlock,
I should firstly say, thank you for your letter. I can guess you knew what your letters meant for me when I was still imprisoned. I don't know if you will find it odd that they still do now. There is a claim to be made her, am I not still imprisoned? are we not all prisoners, we cannot truly go and come as we please.
You have written to me of admiring them for their ability to adapt. I wonder if I sound cold when I ask if it's not a disadvantage in a way? I can clearly see how the human ability to adapt would help in this city. We are quite like plants in that manner, even when unrooted, human may still blossom in the strangest of places.
But is this process not, in turn, make them forget that they are, at the end of the day, prisoners? does it not allow them to make a life here and start to think of that life as mandatory and perhaps even pleasing?
In that manner, Asgard is the perfect prison. It gives its inhabitants a goal and an important one at that and it can pass off as somewhat pleasing, even with the war. These efforts are perhaps admirable but are they not dangerous? Isn't there a devil in the details here? I don't know if I find it wise to get too comfortable. You will say the war does not allow for anyone to become comfortable, I know. but life in its shadow seems natural to so many here.
I understand that John Watson cannot offer the same insights as his female namesake did and that is not a surprise. They share a name and perhaps a role but they are not one and the same. As you said, I cannot offer you these insights either as I struggle with the same questions you do and not more successfully, I should add.
In your letter, you have asked me of the other Moriarty or the idea of one and now it seems Asgard had saw it fit to provide you with an answer. There is irony there, can Jim Moriarty be an answer? Or does he, perhaps, inspire even more questions?
You have recognized him in the spider. I do not hope that you did, I know so. You must have remembered I had my lieutenant draw the same metaphor for you, once. You have faulted me for claiming that a Holmes needs a Moriarty in a different way than he needs a Watson. I have thought of it and I stand behind my claim, still. Jim Moriarty is not an evidence of it or at least, not yet. It remains a thought and nothing more.
I cannot escape my name, I know of it. Perhaps, for a time, I wondered if I could. Sans a web and sans a need to admit to be Moriarty - perhaps I could have simply be Rosalyn. Jim Moriarty's arrival had shown me that I was wrong. The day would come where I'll use my name, I cannot tell you why I haven't the moment I saw him. I do not know myself.
Will you tell me of your days? I imagine you reading over cups of tea. I trust you imagine me painting and you are not in the wrong. But if there is something else that fills your hours that you will speak of, I will listen. I work on various pieces at a time. I found some paint here and some herbs to turn into pigments. They are sold mainly for food, I do not trust the one I bought them from knows I meant to turn them into paint.
I know this is not New York City dear, nothing here is alike. I was never assuming it was. But you must know I am glad that you are here in this city. If only because I think its concept interest you and also because it provides me with a way of voicing my thoughts of this to you.
I am certain, Sherlock, that you would bring many new shades into our gray city. Perhaps they would be hard-won but I do not doubt that they would be beautiful.
Do you sleep at all? I find it to be a trouble here.
Ever yours,
Jamie Moriarty
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Date: 2014-02-08 07:12 am (UTC)A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
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Date: 2014-02-08 10:25 pm (UTC)[ he came to her about Jim Moriarty, she comes to him about a different name that she predicts will linger between them for a good long while.
she's not sure it pleases her at all. ]
About Irene Adler.
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Date: 2014-02-10 01:13 am (UTC)[After all, this conversation could go in a much different way, but Sherlock finds himself wanting to avoid that. Especially that. He doesn't want to discuss the Irene Adler that matters to him.]
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Date: 2014-02-10 06:59 pm (UTC)[ she's curious about his own interest. Here at least, an Irene free of a Moriarty. Not one and the same; though the woman sounds different than how Jamie had painted her.
(Her Irene was half herself; for this woman to be the same, she would need a half of Jamie Moriarty.) ]
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Date: 2014-02-11 12:44 am (UTC)[That seems important to dictate right away. And there lies Sherlock's interest in the matter: remarkably nonexistent. He only finds himself curious about her in whether or not she poses a threat.]
As I said, I expect you'll find yourself disappointed.
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Date: 2014-02-11 07:54 pm (UTC)[ she gives him a look that is nearly sympathetic. ]
If Henry James was to meet Isabel Archer at a coffee place in London he would feel the same as I do. Isabel Archer would have been - her own creation but to Henry James a part of her would have always been his masterpiece. I have been many people in all my years but I do admit, I have grown attached to Irene Adler. You did too.
[ a fact and not a question. ]
You cannot fault me for such sentiments. She may not be as I painted her to be but she is still Irene. The comparison is interesting if only for comparison's sake. She names herself The Woman. Perhaps she was that, to me.
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Date: 2014-02-11 10:42 pm (UTC)[Simply put: she is nothing like the fiction he was in love with. Sherlock is a controlled man, a man who can dictate what is and isn't significant to him. Those dictations may not always be true, but he can enforce it until it becomes that way.
That attempt is important to him.]
And "The Woman." To Sherlock, perhaps, but not to you. You were fond of that role because of its other goals, but I would not say it was the role itself that you crafted, piece of ... art or not. [That, too, is a bit of denial, of dictating the way he wants things to be.]
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Date: 2014-02-17 09:58 am (UTC)[ soft and perhaps genuine. Some of her lies are clear to Sherlock by now, others less so. She cares nothing for the areas of black and white, lie and truth. Jamie had always preferred different shades rather than simple ones. ]
Every artist is intimately fond of heir work. It is in the nature of the process. And art has always been a product, a construct of a mind but art always features inside it at least one level of truth. Irene had understood some things that I do not.
[ which is an odd thing. they are one and the same, so much of Irene is in Jamie and some of Jamie was in Irene but this, this ]
Perhaps she had answers to questions you and I now struggle with.
[ humans and connections. Irene knew them well, had believed in both but even she couldn't have convinced Jamie. ]
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Date: 2014-02-18 03:05 am (UTC)Irene was a fiction, filled with optimism. But the person playing that role did not have that optimism. She was never Irene.]
You can say a character believes in something you yourself does not believe, but that does not mean there are answers within that statement. [It's stated emphatically and in a voice that is rushed and unsteady.] You speak of art as if it's intended to come to life, as if it takes a form of its own, living and breathing. It does not. [He's frustrated and almost overly aggravated in his phrasing.]
I don't want to philosophically discuss art with you, Moriarty. We know we will both be tracking this Irene because of her significance to the other Holmes, but she is not, and will never be, some figment of our imaginations.
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Date: 2014-02-18 05:41 am (UTC)[ She looks well, much like he looks. Like one who heard something distasteful and wants to correct it. ]
Whatever she is to him, it makes little difference to me.
[ it is what she may yet be to her that interests her.]
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Date: 2014-02-19 10:03 pm (UTC)[As in, the art itself stands independent of its maker, whether she wishes for that or not.]
She should have little significance to both of us. The other Moriarty matters because of his connection to crime and death.
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Date: 2014-02-10 07:19 pm (UTC)His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
audio.
Date: 2014-02-15 07:59 pm (UTC)[ guess who's got his eyes on a certain w a t s o n ]
audio.
Date: 2014-02-18 02:38 am (UTC)audio.
Date: 2014-02-18 02:57 am (UTC)[it's more a conversation with himself than with Sherlock, a few scraps tossed in here and there for the sake of keeping up the appearances of a two way conversation, though he's really not trying very hard—]
Speaking of Watsons. [aaaand there it is. come on buddy boy, let's not play games.]
audio.
Date: 2014-02-19 10:14 pm (UTC)[Because sex is a natural provocation to enjoy, something that gets his mind working in a way that other things do not. As for the latter half of Moriarty's original statement, he leaves that to itself. It's an impression, and it's not one he entirely agrees with yet.
But his relationship with his own Watson is different. It's one of mutual respect. Of partnership. That fact is why he gives his next statement:]
And if you wish to know about Joan, you'll find she's more than willing to answer herself. [There's a beat.] She'll prefer it, too.
audio. aaaaand another late apology oh no
Date: 2014-03-01 01:36 am (UTC)[Sherlock Holmes with sexuality. it's terribly interesting and terribly dull almost simultaneously. so, like so many other things he can't be bothered to do anything with until the wind changes and it's worth his time, it's cast aside for later consideration.
they both know what he wants. Sherlock doesn't quite seem to grasp why he wants it, however.
there sounds a cluck of his tongue, a little "n'awwww", and then:]
I'm sure she will. Bless you. But this isn't a courtesy call. [not a do you mind awfully if I play with your toys - although, in it's own way...] I'm actually here to chat about you. Or, well. You and her, if we're going to get technical. But mainly you.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 05:22 am (UTC)But that's not why they are engaging in this conversation.
Sherlock knows that many people find the nature of their relationship fascinating. Multiple people have remarked upon it already, so he assumes Moriarty wishes to know the nature of it. Of what it does, of what it means to him, whether it means he cannot think as clearly or if Watson is some weakness.
Of course, she could merely be some assistant. That too is up in the air, isn't it?]
Do you wish to know the nature of our relationship? Her accomplishments? Whether I am any less enjoyable because she is in my life? I know you think little of the conundrum. You yourself are perfectly opposed to Holmes, after all; so why wouldn't Watson be an excluded factor?
You'll find your answers in speaking to the other Moriarty. You see, it was not I who ultimately led to her arrest, to the ... admittedly temporary sabbatical from her games.
Otherwise, if you wish to hire Watson, you'll find her to be a quite capable consultant. Unfortunately, I do believe she is particularly choosy about who she seems to help. The name Moriarty will come with some concerns.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 05:52 am (UTC)my.
immediately she rockets into his field of vision as a piece elevated from its board, the potential of a pawn being something else entirely. he might be a man well in touch with his own majesty but he's never blinkered, he didn't get there wielding stupidity. if she's something, she's something. and he'll find her out. she, Joan Watson, newly listed to be examined as something other than a tool for mangling Sherlock Holmes. it's fascinating. annoying, horribly annoying, and he's predisposed by sheer force of bafflement to the notion that they're all just a lot more touchy feely a universe over and it's to blame for absolutely everything else— but fascinating all the same.
and it's absolutely not what he came here to discuss. Sherlock's suggestions are perfectly sound on that front: he'll get better talk from his counterpart and the woman herself.]
Nice, nice, nice. Lovely, really, thanks for that.
[so, onwards to what brought him lurking... ]
Question, though: why did you bother to tell me she didn't exist? She was perfectly safe worlds away, but you still gave me a "no" when I asked you if you had one.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 06:00 am (UTC)[If this were a video, he would shrug. He does shrug, even if it's only for the benefit of himself.]
I wasn't under the impression that you believed me. But it was an open-ended question: she was not here, after all.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 06:05 am (UTC)audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 06:11 am (UTC)There are some things that Sherlock himself cannot prevent, and he is, if nothing else, practical. He is eccentric and rash and a list of other things, but he does believe in practicality to some degree.
Still, he wonders whether Moriarty is simply blind, or if he just wants the benefit of Sherlock telling him. Either way, he refuses; that part is certainly being difficult.]
Given the nature of the question, how would it merely slip out? Wishful thinking, perhaps?
audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 06:22 am (UTC)god. this is where it all went downhill. and already, before we've even begun, you're a w a s t e.
Jim is softer, somber.]
I should be so lucky.
[oh, for a world where a Holmes resents his Watson. cities would burn. angels would fall. it would all be so much better.]
audio.
Date: 2014-03-03 11:17 pm (UTC)It might seem ordinary.
And in that way, Sherlock is willing to accept it. But he has learned a great many things about being so obsessed with that aspect of himself. Joan has helped him along, but more than anything, his own, lingering interactions with his friends in New York have helped him along.
Instead of remarking upon it directly, he takes a different angle.]
You and her are not so different. [Not Watson, obviously.]
Perhaps I can make a recommendation. Perhaps what you seek ... [He feels rather pleased when he pauses.] ... is in each other? And not some man who could be great.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-05 11:36 pm (UTC)[the tone is changed almost immediately. a delicate little laugh. oh. o h. isn't that cute? isn't that absolutely quaint? perhaps what you seek...] Are you trying to set us up? And here I was under the impression you'd rather we didn't get too intimate. Sherlock, your concern for the both of our future happiness is heartwarming.
But I've always loved me. That's never been an issue, and I'm sure she and I will take great chunks of each other and savour the flavour - and when we're done, when we're sated and rubbing our bellies and licking our wounds and giggling over just how much fun we had, there'll be that little ache. That little, hhhhungry ache, that little craving sitting in our bloated guts and whispering into our ears, "feed me feed me feed me". And I'll think back on a time not so long ago, of a shelf full of ingredients sitting next to the perfect recipe card, and I'll be so disappointed to remember how they were spoiled before I had chance to properly prepare the dish.
[there. there we have it. he hopes, perhaps, that clarifies a little his position. you can bite and bite and bite at forbidden fruits, feast on something sumptuous, but it'll never wipe away the hunger for the one thing your tongue never touched, your knife never pierced, your teeth never tore at.
the longer the wait, the more divine the scraps that line your belly, the more ravenous the need for that one thing you'll never taste. and the more that needs drives you m a d.]
I'm not hungry, Sherlock, see? I'm not hungry. I just like to eat.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-08 09:23 pm (UTC)Kick up a fuss like a child in a grocery and he won't get his way. As much as it is tempting to act in a temperamental fashion, to let his emotions get the best of him, he cannot let them.
Because those emotions will be a weakness. She is his weakness, his lack of clarity, and he cannot allow that clarity to double so far that it becomes an overwhelming fog. Emotions will lead to that. Humanity will lead to that. Some things cannot be helped (his high regard for Joan which leads to a protective instinct is one of them), but others can. He can control that.]
You seek what it is you enjoy. You do not enjoy those who don't meet your expectations. The only reason why you might desire a Sherlock is because of what might have been. It's the last slice of pizza even if you weren't actually hungry. [He bunches up his face at the thought. He hates bringing up food, bringing up the metaphor.] But there is no Sherlock Holmes without a J Watson of some type. I believe it more accurate to think that our lives are spent waiting for that moment. Not your moment.
That is the universally frustrating truth.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-09 11:38 am (UTC)but such is life. never seems to work out the way that's best. or perhaps it works out the way that's best for humanity, just not the way that's best for him. and the more time that passes, the more he talks to these familiar unfamiliars, the more it dawns on him from beneath a thick haze of what might have been (very good, Sherlock, nail on the head) that he barely even cares.
if Sherlock Holmes was born to be worthless, let him be worthless. it's no skin off Jim's back.]
True. True.
[in the privacy on his room, his face bends into mock regret despite the fact there's no eyes to see it.]
Unfortunately, I'm a compulsive eater. So the chances are I'll go for that pizza anyway.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-12 12:28 am (UTC)There's really no point to it.]
It's a good thing I believe myself to be a far greater man than simply pizza.
[An odd statement, to say the least.]
But the other Sherlock. He likely believes himself to be the same, but is too boring to be anything but. You're a match for him, I do believe.
audio.
Date: 2014-03-12 05:06 pm (UTC)fun enough to play along with. it's a dance he doubts he'll tire of until the repetition really makes it old, and since the music here is entirely different it shakes off that threat, pushes it back some.]
You do change your tune, Sherlock. First you're pizza, then you're not. First you're lacking, then you're greater. I'm starting to get whiplash. Do you want me on your tail or don't you?
[and then, because he's curious, because it'll inform the tone of these little detours:]
Did John tell you the story yet?
audio.
Date: 2014-03-14 12:25 am (UTC)audio.
Date: 2014-03-20 06:38 pm (UTC)[ he's all slimy sarcasm and empty enthusiasm, but underneath it he's gleaming. that's a few more players on the board, waiting for such a time as he decides to set the rules and start play. nice to know you're appreciated. ]
Always good to have your mascots on hand.