[as always, as ever, James Moriarty cannot quite understand. he knows what he's found, knows exactly why, but that Sherlock Holmes is so weak to succumb to it is always one bruise too many. it's a bruise he can take, of course it is, he'll be a pulp six feet under before he shrinks from a blow, but it's the one that makes him flinch. so, because he can't but wish for something better from the one (now two) mind(s) that have enough promise to give him something worth chewing over, he has to ask. has to look for something better than to keep her safe.
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.]
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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.]