I'm Jim Moriarty
The one who killed Carl Powers
The one who worked on IT
The one who spent a night at the Woman (and survived it)
The one who wasn't found guilty
The one who made you jump off of the rooftop.
The one in the Westwood suit
The one one with the sunglasses and chewing gum
The one who owns the Tiger
The one who stalks The Boys
The one who has the ability to solve your problem.
The one who you should call
The one who sat, sits and will always sit on the Throne
//Jim Moriarty (BBC Sherlock) roleplay-cosplay blog
"Yeah, they just…ugh." Jim huffed and looked down on his blood-covered suit. "It’s ruined." He murmured with a bit of disappointment, then turned to Richard. "All is fine?"
Jim hated cleaning up the murders, but he just had to, since no one else was around. When he’s finished, he took the meat chopper to cut the burglars into smaller pieces. It took him about half an hour to slice all the three men, then he bulit a tiny bonfire in the end of the garden to burn the corpses.
You’ve left your jacket here. JM
He texted as he was finished with all his work.
Richard didn’t even look at the phone when it beeped. He just ignored it. He didn’t want to talk or write with anyone. Especially not with his brother. He just curled into himself more, laying on the couch and letting the sounds that emerged from his TV wash over him.
How can you even wear a jacket like this? So tacky. JM
Richard still ignored his phone, not answering, not even looking at it. He still didn’t want to answer.
Richie, I’m bored. I’m coming over. JM
Again, Richard did not look at his Phone, and so he was startled when suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jumping a little, he sat up, eyeing the door suspiciously. Carefully he stood up and moved to the door and looked trough the little spyhole. Seeing Jim, he froze for a moment. Then he mumbled, loud enough for Jim to hear “Will you not pick my look when I tell you to leave me alone?”
Jim shook his head and grabbed his phone to text Richard. Hw wasn’t going to yell back.
Let me in or I will find a way to get inside. JM
Richard heard his phone hum and let his head tump against the door, breathing out with a deep sigh. He slwoly moved away to get his phone from the coffe table in the livingroom and read Jim’s text. ‘I’m not up to keep you entertained right now.’ He replied, not really thinking it would help much.
A loud noise, as Jim kicked the door furiously, then his shoeheels soft knocking as he walked away to find another way to get inside. He climbes upstairs and picked the lock of door of the flat above Richard’s, then going straigh trough the living room, he climbed out of the window. Richard’s tiny balcony was right under him, only three or maybe four meters. A little jump and Jim was already there, straightening his suit.
I did not picked your lock. Do you admit now I won? JM
Richard looked down at his phone, then up again, out of the balcony door. ‘I could let you rot out there just to proof a point.’ he replied trough his phone. ‘But it’s not a game.’ with a sight he opened the balcony door and let Jim in.
"I could’ve climb back, if I’d got bored." Jim shrugged walking in, and he knew he couldn’t have, but Richard didn’t have to know about it. "So. Your jacket is there, at your front door." The criminal dropped himself on the couch.
Too bad, I totally did enjoy myself. You should’ve come with me!
You know what? You must come with me next time! JMx
"No one prepares you in the jail." Jim smirked back as he pulled away to take a breath and swallow. He took off his boxers, and kneeled up, sucking on his own fingers before continuing carressing Sebastian.
Who watched all that in absolute delight. “mhh I can’t wait to bang you against the wall.” murmured the Sniper while watching Jim preparing himself.
Jim slowly pushed one finger into himself, holding back his breath. It was definitely a long ago since he bottomed. He leaned his forehead against Sebastian’s stomach as he added a second finger.
Sebastian watched that scene in awe. “god this looks ridiculous hot.” he swallowed hard and stroke Jims Neck. “hurry I don’t want to wait any longer Jim.”
A loud hiss, as Jim quickly removed his fingers, and looked up on Sebastian. “Have me.” He purred with a daring grin.