James Moriarty isn’t a man at all. He’s a spider. A spider at the center of a web. A criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.
"Aw gee, well… I’m a blogger, and he’s a consulting detective. It’s awfully nice to meet you."
The Black Shirt of Seduction
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.
WHY? Sometimes the fandom is really clever at linking things and sometimes it JUST HURTS.