"I am present…but—"
Seeing as my Moriarty-muse doesn’t wish to crawl back to me, and haven’t for a while, I am not going to force him back.
He will return when he feels like it, hopefully.
But for now, I will spend most of my time on my Loki blog.
I am sorry.
But I am not deleting! nevah.
/ sorry for my lack of activity.
But Jim is hiding from me….
I’m sure he’ll get back eventually.
Jim/Sherlock AU! Post Reichenbach:
It had been three years since both Sherlock and Jim had faked their deaths. A daring escape with the promise of a life together. One big sacrifice, one heartbreaking offer to finally have the love they’d both been craving for. Sherlock often found himself thinking about John, though he knew the army doctor was strong. He’d survive, he’d move on. That particular morning, Jim and Sherlock got into a heated fight. Long forgotten feelings and emotions finally making their way to the surface. For the first time ever, Sherlock /missed/ his previous home. For the first time ever he’d regret his own actions. But Jim… Jim knew exactly which strings to pull to keep him from leaving. He couldn’t leave. Not now, not ever.
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As creepy as it may be for the owner when cats come home with dead animals/insects, you cannot get mad at them. In fact, praise them, tell them thank you. Because when a cat kills an animal for you, it means they love you, and are eternally grateful for the life you’ve given them. It’s the most honorable thing you could possibly receive from your kitty.
Cats are hardcore as fuck
"I love you so much I killed this for you”
Loki grinned, standing up and taking Jim’s hand, curtsying gracefully. “it would be my pleasure to dance with you James.” He purred, resting his other hand on Jim’s shoulder. “Did you have any music in mind?”
"I assume ‘You just got Loki’d is out of the question?" The criminal teased with a low purr, placing one hand on against Loki’s waist. "I dance best to classical music, unless you have other suggestions?"
"I would kill you if you played that." Loki murmured, leaning down to kiss Jim’s cheek, closing his eyes for a moment as the mortal hand touched his waist. "i have no other suggestions. Dance with me dear."
"A threat I do not feel threatened by." Jim stated, removing his hand momentarily to press a button on his phone which turned on the music in the room, ‘The thieving magpie’ started playing. "However I ahve not had a partner to dance with, so I am unaware of how how to."
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