Delightful | William James Moriarty x Reader

Chapter 5

So the year is 1879. Which means you are about 144 years in the past. Shamefully that took a while to calculate. You were never brilliant at maths. But still how funny. The point was that It just simply cannot be true. If it were so then that would mean...
"Time travel exists ?!" You cry, rising from the stiff bed. Though, you're rather quick to settle back as you remember the sun only did rise a while ago. It's the early hours of the morning and you'd prefer to at least be kicked out for being too loud after breakfast.

After what happened last night with Moran, you can only hope he didn't give the others too much detail about almost running off. Oh what you'd do for a drink.

Your hectic thoughts are pushed aside as there's a abrupt knock at the door. A somewhat urgent knock.
"Pardon me. These clothes are for you."
His name was Louis, you remember.
His eyes glance down but not in a way that he's not confident. No he looks rather occupied. Like this is one of his many tasks for this morning.

"Cheers." You sigh, you extend your arm behind you, without a glance throwing the clothes onto the small bed. He's rather quiet. Perhaps too quiet for your liking.
You pause as he remains standing in the doorway a certain look in his
"Can I help you with anything else ?" You raise a brow. He stands there, slightly tilting his head to glare behind you at the messy bed before simply walking off.
You step out, confused as you watch him walk off. Probably onto his next task of the day.

You turn back to grab the clothing from the bed. "What in the actual-
You hold the clothes up, well you attempt to. There's many layers of clothing and yet there's not even a coat !
There's a very plain sage green skirt ? Along with an even plainer black blouse.
Such dull and depressing colours to wear.
You're not sure if Louis intentionally picked out such colours or were you just in such a melancholy era ? Who knows.

Some time later you find yourself down in the kitchen it's about lunchtime..you think.
The hands on the clock were a bit too small for you to read. You would be lying if you said you didn't struggle manoeuvring around in the skirt that rested around your ankles. It was long and swished at any sudden movement and felt so awkward at the lack of free movement.
You couldn't remember the last time you'd worn something so formal.

You would of taken offence at being forced out of your own clothes and put in new ones but you suppose you weren't quite ready yet to discover if Louis was as stubborn as Moran was. Not yet at least.

In the kitchen you find Louis with his back turned to you. You start to wonder how often is he in here and how come you haven't seen nor heard from the others ?
"Were you in need of something ?"
He's rather polite yet still he does not face you. You can't help but glare straight at his back. He's definitely doing it on purpose.

"I thought that maybe I could help you ?"You shrug. It's partially true yet realistically you've nothing else to do. You're not willing to attempt last nights events with Moran again. As well as that, you literally don't even know these men. All you know is that they can afford to live in such a wide space you'd could only dream of. You don't know what jobs they work, their hobbies and interests.

You're not exactly confident in striking up a conversation with any of them. Therefore the same can be said for them.
All they know is that some strange girl turned up out of the blue and oddly enough took you in rather quickly.
You've yet to discover why.
But from what you can tell all these men are so different from each other yet seem to have a strong bond.
Weren't you also suppose to meet another man living here too ?

"I'm not entirely sure of what use you can be."
Louis states, placing the dried tea cups in the high cupboards.
"I can sweep floors !" You're not sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself.
"I'm really good at sweeping floors."
Definitely attempting to convince yourself.
At your non convincing words he finally turns to you with an uncertain look in his eyes.  "Very well then." He nods.
At that you head down the long corridors.