|John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2013-11-18 11:41:00
|Entry tags:||jim moriarty, john watson|
Who:John and Moriarty
A basement. Really though? He couldn't have chosen a better venue..He supposed it could have been worse. Could have been a pool all over again. John really was tired of reliving the classics. Since his little chat with Enjolras and Eponine, he'd started to refocus his energies elsewhere again. And yet every single time he did he was brought back into his nightmares. Only now they didn't fade away when he opened his eyes. Moriarty's 'friends' hadn't exactly been on the side of gentle, he was sore and bound. He almost missed the plane now. He was trying to move on with his life, but apparently he wasn't allowed.
He was angry more than scared, but tired of anger. A numbness washed over him at the bleary sight of shimmering knives he recognized as doctor quality blades. The basement was dimly lit and difficult to see in, but he could make out another figure. One only vaguely familiar to him. He didn't know the other man very well, but considering who was holding him he was sure they would be introduced at some point. Moriarty really did love to hear himself talk. John fought with his bindings, but it got him nowhere. He couldn't even offer Graham any sort of words that might have served as a comfort.
All he could do was wait, and it was maddening.