Your steps echoed off the marble ground as you shyly walked closer to the grand painting. Despite the signature being clear as day it was hard to pinpoint the year.
You could assume it was Victorian era due to the gloomy London like landscape.
"Fascinating isn't it ?" A quiet voice spoke.
Your head snapped to the right at the unfamiliar voice. There stood a man who was awfully close to you considering he's a stranger. He stood rather tall, furrowed brows with inhumanly dark eyes staring down at your confused state. The man also appeared dressed well as your curious eyes eyed him from head to toe. The man wore a dark indigo suit.
Your brows furrow in sudden irritation.
"Who the hell are yo-
"Wouldn't it be delightful to just go there and leave this exhausting life of ours ?" The man questions, not hesitating to cut you off. "I suppose." You mutter, turning around to suddenly note that the museum was suddenly abandoned. No one in sight.
Except for you and this odd fellow.
"You suppose ?" He grins.
"How delightful."
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Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader
Fanfiction"Wouldn't it be exciting to just go there and leave this exhausting life of ours ?" "I suppose." "You suppose ?" "How delightful."
