Annoyance - a turn for the better.
"I will burn the heart out of you." - Jim Moriarty, The Great Game
It was probably the smile. That infuriating crooked smirk. Or maybe it was the way he walked, like he owned the very ground he was tramping on. Or perhaps it was the fact that he had managed to break into the Bank of England, disarm the national prison and attempt and actually wear the crown jewels while successfully framing an innocent man in the process. Simultaneously. All in a blasted click of his pretty little phone.
James Moriarty decided that that was on the bottom on the list of things about his little brother that annoyed him the most. What particularly annoyed him, was how he always got away with. Always. And not to mention his psychotic obsession with that Holmes detective. Sherlock.
James Moriarty also decided that he liked Mycroft more out of the Holmes brothers. Not because of the cliche excuse, that Mycroft was obviously older, more sensible and perhaps has a larger part of him clinging on to the ledge of sanity, but mainly because, he was the ticket to his brother's eventual death. Well both their brothers... But as long as the slate was finally clean.
Because unlike Mycroft who was unknowingly drifting towards the foul shores of what humans call emotion after his brother's death, James couldn't have been more far off. He had watched, his eyes dancing and a familiar smile on his lips. He watched Mycroft look out of his window. James did the same and they stared at each other, through the rain and the miles of distance between them. He watched the reflection of glowing embers in his eyes and laughed. The old boy was breaking. His dark facade was shattering while James' was just building higher.
There was one thing James had learnt from Jim.
The art of burning.