Ash is an actual Sourwolf (ash_cdj) wrote in ficcin_a, @ 2024-03-29 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: jim moriarty, character: louis moriarty, character: sherrinford holmes, fandom: sherlock |
London was busy this time of the year. It always was. And naturally, they had to head down to the city to meet up with some friends before the holiday actually happened because if they didn't, Louis would judge him all throughout the new year and comment about it slyly. They were walking side by side down the street, hoping the crowd didn't swallow one of them up as they passed by many people. Jim almost slipped his arm to loop through Louis', reminiscent of when they were children but thought it would look silly. So he kept his hands in his pockets and made sure he stayed in step with his brother, behind only two steps. "Oh, Jimmy, look!" Louis stopped suddenly and he nearly bumped into him. One of the shop windows had a grand display that he could see the upper part twinkling and lit up with garland lights and fake snow and greenery, with a small crowd of people arced around it. Some took pictures, others were just discussing in awe. Louis was gravitating towards the crowd but Jim wanted no part of it. "Go have a look," he called. "And take a picture." He pulled his hands from his pockets and tugged his jacket around him better, frowning and turning idly once as he awaited his brother. Just as he turned, a man near collided with him. Jim stumbled back and had to glance up slightly to catch the gaze of the other man. "You alright?" he heard the man ask. His voice was smooth, accented as clearly to be a local. And such kind eyes, blue and almost endless. Jim had to blink himself out of the stupor he felt himself falling in. "Yeah. Right, fine. Thanks. You?" "Lost my footing. I think someone pushed me and just..." "Chain reaction," Jim nodded, understanding. "Check your pockets too. Never know." The man patted his pockets and it gave Jim a chance to look him over better. He was tall, a tamed mop of curls, well dressed... And apparently not missing his wallet because he looked at him again and smiled. "All accounted for. But good thought." Jim nodded, glancing back towards where Louis had disappeared for a moment before looking back to the tall man. The people were still busying around them, passing and moving. He blinked at the man, brow twitching just briefly before he asked, "Holiday shopping or...?" "Just on the way to my brother's. Pre-holiday family gathering." "Ah." Jim nodded. He realized that the man was just standing, willing to engage in conversation. Either the family gathering was something he wanted to avoid or he simply didn't care. Or maybe, just maybe, he felt the odd little interest tinkling in his head when he looked at Jim. In the very same way Jim as right now. He would be embarrassed to admit that his heart was fluttering, that if it weren't so chilly out? He'd likely have a flush to his cheeks. He also definitely didn't want to admit that if he didn't ask this man's name, he was going to lose sleep over it and regret it forever. Jim opened his mouth to say something but the other man spoke first. "I'm Sherrinford." He smiled at him, then pulled his phone out to glance at it and frown. "...And that is my brother. Absolute bollocks." "James. Jim. You can call me whatever you want," Jim fumbled in a rush as he watched the other man tap something on his phone and clearly take a call. He took a few steps away and melded into the others around them moving. "Hey, want to see it?" Louis' voice asked. It startled Jim slightly and he tore his eyes away from where Sherrinford had gone and looked at his brother, who was showing him the picture. It really was a beautiful display and he smiled, nodding. But he turned back, hoping to see Sherrinford but... The man was gone. Jim's face fell and he couldn't help but feel crushed, disappointed. He should've asked him for his last name, a phone number. Something. Anything. "You okay?" Louis asked. Forcing a weak smile, Jim glanced around one more time to see if he could spot the man but no such luck. "Fine. Just..." He shook his head. "It's nothing. Missed connection, is all. Now let's go so we can get out of the cold." |