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[hatesdeerstalkers]

James Moriarty
UN: 128nemesis

STATUS: Mathematics Professor ACCOLADES: PhD In Mathematics, Bachelors in Astronomy, Criminal Mastermind

BIO: Tutoring is available, though I do ask that you set it up with me to make sure that there will be no schedule conflicts for the both of us.

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[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Still here, still real - and at the question, Moriarty just...laughs, cold and mirthless.]

...I have no bloody idea, Holmes.

[He leans back, listlessly staring at the ceiling.]

But I know that I can't think of your family as my own. Though I don't remember them well anymore...my adoptive family took me in and loved me for many years. They...are what come to mind when I think of 'family.'

But for the immediate future? I want a damned drink.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He nods, speaking through clenched teeth:]

I can barely think of them as mine after finding this out... and damn, being able to get drunk would be damned good right now.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I suppose we could test if the bond also carries intoxication through.

[He mutters, but then just...sighs.]

...I suppose that's why we're even both alive now, hm? Identical twins, unknowing, from the opposite paths in life - facing each other down on top of a waterfall and determined to kill each other.

It's a miracle nothing else happened, with that much raw magic that must have resulted from it.

[improbablenotimpossible]

It seems likely - bodies of water were often thought to be portals to other worlds... and twins, there always something about twins having special abilities or connections.

[His fingers steepled together, lips pursing]

If he found you - you would not be in your unusual state but -

[he didn't trail off rather he snapped his mouth closed, refusing to finish whatever it was that came to his mind]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Either a truly immortal human, or a Vampire like yourself.

[Sadly, Moriarty is smart enough to pick up what Sherlock is trying to say - and he doesn't mind.

He was just unlucky, like most of his life.]

I suppose if I had been able to speak, your sire would have seen me. Before I broke...well. I did see his back and he left with you slung over his shoulder.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[God, he wished he had his standby in his mortal days: hot tea with a shot of scotch mixed in.

It's still disconcerting to hear Moriarty speak of his 'break' so easily, but again the man had over a century to mull and analyze over it, while it's new to him.]

Which was about what I recalled - he was a brute, and I was in poor shape.