William Moriarty had always loved screwed in favour of the affluent Britin, with its fucked over class system and rude beyond belief aristocracy. Yes, he could never had just stood by. He was destined to change this society. To destroy the class system.
William Moriarty was a lean, smart man, with a firm gaze and piercing eyes. Those crimson eyes which seemed to either welcome you warmly or stare into your very soul, dissecting each and every part of you and spilling your thoughts like tea for the world to see the stain of.
William walked to the window of the lounge room, gazing out at London through the heavy downpour. The weather had been rather sunny recently. Good things never last.
Then, he was about to turn away and make to the kitchen to brew some tea and warm himself, when a figure stumbling down the street caught his attention. The man was holding a jacket over himself as if it would provide any shelter from the torrential rains. He was clearly annoyed and dressed far too well to be homeless, or at least without a place to stay. So that begs the question. Why is he bumbling about in the rain?
Upon observing the man finally find shelter under a roof overhang William was able to make out that is was Mr. Holmes, who he met back on the Noahtic. Yes, the detective was quite an intrigue to William. Maybe this was an opportunity to get to know his newest.. fascination.
With unhurried strides William made his way to the door and, taking an umbrella from where many sat in an umbrella holder, he opened the door, then the umbrella and walked out in the rain, shielded from the onslaught.
He reached the detective without being noticed, likely due to the heavy rain and the fact Sherlock was facing the ground, head resting on his knees where his legs were drawn together and up.
"Mr. Holmes." The mentioned man raised his head to observe who called him.
"Ah, Mr. Moriarty. How good to see you, I had hoped it would be in better weather though. Might you have a match?" He held an unlit cigarette between two fingers, "My box got soaked through and through." Moriarty chuckled.
"I do not keep matches on my person. Though I invite you back to my home where I can procure you a dry box. Along with.. Dry clothes until yours have dried themselves." A grin dawned on Sherlocks face,
"My my Liam. At least take me out for a date before you try to get me naked in your home. So bold." His blatantly flirtatious words caused William to chuckle. What an amusing reaction. How I love that you're unpredictable to me, Sherlock.