#` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be.

[sunlessea]

what a commotion! among wines' revel in full force, partygoers and sinners alike are caught squealing and swooning among one-another as his shadow rushes past them. he weaves through the crowd with such little effort one would almost think him the illusion, but no, no, every avid reader of sherlock's tales knows exactly what has mr stones screeching in abject FURY as it tears through silk and cotton and flesh looking for what has so dearly been taken right from its claws—!

dastardly little phantom thief he is, but though a master's anger brings fear to the general populace, a great many more are entranced by storybook brought to life, his fingers dipping his hat down to excited onlookers as he readies himself to disappear ... until!

"oh my—" he catches its eye right as he whips his cloak around to jump from the spire, and freezes in place. even 'neath his mask, he's sure it can recognize him, where he beams, highly amused. well, fancy meeting it here. "mr shrouds!" he flicks the diamond he'd stolen from stones into the air with his thumb, then catches it as he situates himself on the edge of the spire's rails. crouching down, he ignores the bodyguards 'round it, brutish neddies reaching for gun and knife alike, but they won't shoot him. the diamond turns into a card, and with a flick of the wrist, that card disappears, and the guns they'd been reaching for are ... flowers?

"now here's a fun twist. why don't you let me steal you away, mr shrouds?" his hand reaches out from where he's perched, expectant. "i'm a real good dancer, i promise."

@londonfallen / mr shrouds HERE I TOLD U I'D DO IT

#not pictured wines choking in a corner somewhere losing its shit #` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be. #londonfallen

[sunlessea]

🎁68 morishrouds <33

he feels like he can't breathe. the way its claws brush over his jaw, and down the expanse of his neck : this is romantic, isn't it? he can't imagine what else it could be, the way his breath hitches in his throat, his wariness to look it in the eye stemming from something a little too meek to be just simple nerves. he watches it as it takes to kneel in front of him, where its hands trail along the curves of his body to settle its arms around his waist, rather than just grabbing. it's an embracing, shrouds' head leaning forward to rest against his abdomen, hold loose.

"estera—" his arms are still at his sides, save the space he'd allowed for it to hold him. when it tugs him closer, he lets it. "you don't have to..." be so wary, he wants to say, but he knows why it is. sometimes he's frustrated with how gently it treats him. but still... he brings his hands up, and gently pushes its hair from its eyes... "you have never, ever scared me."

@londonfallen / spotify starters, u'll never guess what they got

#londonfallen #my writing is getting worse by the hour... #` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be.

[sunlessea]

what ... the hell is it wearing? catch him man standing in the doorway, unimpressed at worst and befuddled otherwise. he can tell from the aesthetics it's supposed to be some kind of ... christmas getup, he supposes, but do they do that down here?

"are you dressed up as santa claus right now?" the neath is so... strange. "you're not supposed to come down my chimney until tonight, then. a bit old to still believe in that, though..."

@londonfallen / mr shrouds lmao

#small holiday jokes are all i can manage i hate this laptop... pls #` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be. #londonfallen

[sunlessea]

[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] + [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] - morishrouds :)

in which i try rly hard to participate with sunday memes / [ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. + [ 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 ] : sender and receiver are having sex half-clothed. / @londonfallen

there are plenty ways to leave blossoming, pleasant bruises 'pon ones neck and body, he's come to learn, than just the kindred act of feeding from them. he should feel humiliated, and he is, but not nearly enough for how tightly his fingers dig into the well polished wood of the foyer railings as its teeth trail in agonizing line along the pulse of his throat. were it not for its arms looped 'round his waist and how tightly it holds him, he thinks this'd probably be enough to get him weak in the knees, so unaccustomed to intimacy is his body, his own physical reactions far too animated for someone his age. he swallows them down as best he can, refuses to make a sound, but that comes with the caveat of how tense he is, where its claws work deftly at the buckle of his belt... when they aren't busy palming at his bulge, hardening 'neath the fabric.

"you broke into my house for this," he murmurs in something that would have been a chide were he not on the verge of moaning for it. he wouldn't! not like this! "are you proud of yourself?" its hand sliding under his shirt is enough answer once it's untucked, but it leaves him swallowing where the one remaining at his waist teases its fingertips under unbuttoned slacks and more besides. instead of answering him, it laughs, sultry for what it is — and instead murmurs against his shoulder. an ask, so very polite is the enviable mr shrouds. it wants his attention, and most importantly, his consent. he pushes back another groan where its lips seek a spot of skin yet unbruised by its tongue and mouth, tightening his hold even further on the bannister. similarly, the hand it'd trailed up his shirt stops at his chest, pressing fingertip against one of his hardening nipples. fucking hell.

"yeah... k—keep goin—haa..." his voice is meek, shy, and no competition for the eagerness with which it slips its hand under his clothes once given the okay and wraps its fingers 'round what is quickly becoming his growing erection. that makes him moan, much to his own chagrin, and now he's all red in the face, because it had forced him to buy candles. "estera—" he sighs without thinking, one hand shakily releasing from the rail to reach back and tug it closer against his back by its suit collar. it's the feeling of its thumb brushing over the tip of his cock that makes him lean back into its shoulder, and in doing so, he's almost certain he can feel its own bulge pressing into his back, too. it's already ... so hard.

he huffs, closing his eyes for a moment as he fights back making any further noise when it starts to stroke him, slow, goading his dick out of his pants, but not pulling them off. christ, its hands are so... so hot. "you're shameless," he murmurs, complaining only shallowly where he lets go of its jacket, and instead, lets his palm fall, too, over the swell in its own slacks. he teases it like that, letting his fingers massage along it, where he can savor the feeling, he supposes, of having it lust over him. geez, it isn't subtle. "a—aa..."

#londonfallen #` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be. #suggestive ― #` ✞ scandal. ⁞ right in front of my glory? #this is healing for him or smth !

[sunlessea]

ship tag drops for threads oml /

#` ✞ mirrors & wines. ⁞ i'm your little scarlet‚ harlot‚ singin' in the garden‚ kiss me on my open mouth. #` ✞ fires & elysium. ⁞ the bitterness of winter and the sweetness of spring‚ we are poets and our story is our masterpiece. #` ✞ abel & pages. ⁞ your darkness will be rewritten into a work of fiction‚ as you pull on every ribbon. #` ✞ candles & odette. ⁞ i brought you daffodils in a pretty string‚ but they won't flower like they did last spring. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be. #` ✞ hearts & witness. ⁞ why have you been fearing an aching that will fade? must the sun have reason to make the seasons change? #` ✞ malachite & mare. ⁞ i dream of love as time runs through my hands‚ these dreams that tie two hearts that will never die. #` ✞ applebright & aristos. ⁞ they warned him‚ don't go there‚ there's godless creatures who would lure him into the dark.

[sunlessea]

“ name what you want. if it's in my power to grant, i'll give it and ask for nothing. ” - shrouds, to mori or elysium

dune : part one / @londonfallen

it has an unimaginable amount of audacity, but it always has, from the moment it'd broken into his home and all but demanded that the two of them become intwined with one-another, whether he wanted anything to do with it or not. and he didn't, hadn't, still doesn't! he doesn't know what he wants or how to handle mr shrouds. he thought he'd finally be free of the giovanni, but he supposes they'd been right about one thing... you can never leave the bloodline. not really. no matter how hard he's tried to escape this curse.

"i want retribution." he's angry! at his family, at shrouds, at this world, at their blood, at what it had forced on him, that it had broken its promise to never bite him ... just like the clan it'd cultivated, it had used him as a means to an end. he's sick of shrouds and its giovanni rot. "you saw every single one of their faces, didn't you? the people who raised me, each one that betrayed or touched me? i'd do anything for my own memories to fade away, but snuffing them out is the next best thing. if you were going to force me to relive what i suffered, the least you could do is make something out of all those years they tortured me and use those memories to find them."

he thinks he's pretty straightforward. whatever progress they'd made in their relationship is at a standstill, whether that be permanent or temporary completely up in the air : he can't trust it anymore, and the only way he's willing to is if it kills the family. well, it is a master of the bazaar, isn't it? heartfelt purveyor of love stories and all. such grand romantic gestures should be well within its abilities, then.

it wants forgiveness ... but he wants revelation. he'd rip out his own veins and fill them with different blood, if he could. he's done praying to deities, trusting in bats. if shrouds wanted his lowly caitiff heart, it could grovel at his feet for it, but that wouldn't be enough to vindicate him, because he isn't a god it can pretend to piously worship, he's just a wretched.

"i will never be yours for as long as the family is alive."

#londonfallen #` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools. #` ✞ shrouds & moriarty. ⁞ like a river flows surely to the zee‚ so it goes‚ some things are meant to be.