𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓮 ?

yeah , maybe the crime ' ll actually be great around here . all boring — mostly just robbery , like , seriously ? 

@hcnorthcrns 
            
            hmm . thanks for the idea . i might do that .

wanna know how my month's going ? former friend has been hunting the family i've been staying with most of their lives , nearly killed the youngest for the family blood for the purpose of necromancy , gathered a whole ass cult , made thirteen murderers and got one of their hands — from each , obviously — you should do that sometime . 

“i decided to give john the opportunity to write up the event and give it a frankly ridiculous title on that blog of his. which you know all about, don’t you? your comments are disappointingly easy to decipher.” sherlock narrowed his eyes, though his stomach twisted with unease over the blatant truth of moriarty’s words. he did enjoy it — the games, the risk, the danger. as long as he was the only one in danger, that is. “oh, i wouldn’t call it spoiling. i’ve been told that making tea is hardly one of my many skills. tastes a bit like flavored water.” moriarty, while not impossible to deduce, was difficult to fully understand. sherlock regarded him with narrowed eyes, knuckles whitening from his grip on his violin. “mm. don’t take it. thought that would’ve been obvious.” which was, of course, not true. two sugars. but he was naturally petty. “it isn’t as though you’re being particularly careful, either. willingly accepting a tea invitation with someone who pointed a gun at you weeks before. bit reckless, isn’t it?” 

@REICHENFALLS 
            
            “but the most flavorful thing about all of it was that you didn’t,” moriarty pointed out, giving the male a curt look. “you like knowing that you have an enemy, sherlock. and apparently you like knowing you have one so much that you’re spoiling me with tea.” with those words, he leaned forward, scooping three sugar cubes into one of the teacups before pouring himself a cup. “would you like sugar with your tea, dearest?” he didn’t seem to mind that he was straight up flirting. that was what moriarty did best ; make sherlock either uncomfortable or, well, intrigued.

sherlock tensed. for someone who saw through everyone on an instinctual basis, sherlock was far from accustomed to people reciprocating the favor. oh, sure, there were fleeting and frankly embarrassing occasions in which mycroft would have feeble attempts, but it was always so disappointing. sherlock was careful to keep the most integral parts of himself meticulously locked away in his mind palace, most especially tedious emotions. “technically, i asked you / in / for tea. we are not going out.” ever the perfectionist. sherlock froze, fingers growing still over the strings of his violin as his gaze swept over moriarty, no longer analytical. “how very flattering that you’ve been so infatuated. i suppose that explains why my sheets reeked of coquettish cologne. i was almost worried about my landlady’s advances.” with a swift flourish, he gestured to john’s chair across from him, shooting moriarty a pointed stare. “bit of an exaggeration, seeing as i won every round of your little games. perhaps john and i did show our hand at the pool, but it wasn’t as though i wouldn’t have taken you down with us.” 

( okay ! )

@STAYlNALIVE 
            
            //Wonderful! PMs?

( of course , thank you for following me as well ! and i would like that very much ! )

/    of course  —  thank *you* so much !!

( thank you so much !! i love your john sm ! )

( — you , we stan yOU )

( makes sense— )

/   i like being occasionally poetic 

( lies it was so intended )

( thank you !! yours is even more awesome though c: )

( was it at least consensual ?? )