Forget your running

[ihaveanappforthat]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty
TONE: Friendly and/or romantic
RATING: PG-13 [Possible trigger warnings that will be added as we go.]
WHEN: December 5th
WHERE: Castle roof
WHAT: Sherlock and Jim for date two.
STATUS: FINISHED


[He's starting to feel like he's always waiting on the other male, it's a feeling he's not very fond of. Even as he knows Sherlock's most likely on his way. Moriarty's gaze flickers over to the window he left open.

Finally with a huff he lays back on his back, staring up at the sky. The tea's getting cold and he has little intention of casting a spell to warm it up if Sherlock is going to be so late. In all honesty he knows he's being dramatic, he's only been waiting for about five minutes. A lack of sleep leads to being impatient though. The blanket he's laid out was doing nothing to save his back from the firm surface of the castle roof but he doesn't seem to mind, drifting into something almost related to sleep as he stares up.]

Comments

[ihaveanappforthat]

[He blinked rather rapidly and then smiled.]

I do believe you just said if you planned on kissing someone you'd prefer it to be me.

Not so fond of the fact that you think you're an idiot for flirting with me.

[He shook his head.]

[3potionproblem]

I wasn't... intentionally flirting. I don't flirt.

I had been under the assumption that kissing and other romantic activities would best be done with someone who fancied me but I'm beginning to think that really only complicates matters.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[The pattern was starting to annoy Moriarty.]

Okay.

[He conceded, averted his gaze and fell silent. Cold shoulder, much?]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock finished his mug of tea, sitting quietly.]

I'm sorry if I gave the wrong impression.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[He shook his head and then rested his chin on his drawn up knees.]

Right.

[Not an acceptance of the apology, an acknowledgement that it was said.]

Perhaps I'm the idiot.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock wrapped his blanket around himself further.]

It's just the way it is.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[The voice he spoke with was a lot softer than it typically was.]

Why do you get jealous if you don't feel that way?

[3potionproblem]

Got jealous. It was two years ago, Jim.

[ihaveanappforthat]

Why?

[He warmed one of his hands on the back of his neck before using it to warm his other.]

[3potionproblem]

Because you came on to me, I got confused, and then you immediately started dating Molly because I couldn't sort out fast enough what I even wanted from you.

[ihaveanappforthat]

You rejected me Sherlock.

[He paused.]

And it might have been two years ago but you sound like you're still sore with it.

You felt entitled because I kissed you. You were interested and I find it hard to believe things like that lie lightly with you.

Go with me to the ball. [Despite the sentence layout it wasn't a demand, more like imploring.]

You don't like my company, you don't enjoy yourself, I'll leave you alone the moment you ask me to. There is nothing of possible loss to it for you.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock considered it for a minute, then looked down at his empty cup.]

No.

I'll dance with you if you want but I won't go with you.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[Moriarty smiled despite the rejection.]

You thought about it.

[He shook his head, but there was still a smile on his lips.]

I wanted to impress you. I wanted to figure out how to get into Hufflepuff to impress you. At the time I thought we were the same, it wasn't about trying to hurt you or make you jealous.

I stayed with her longer than I should have because you were acting so weird. It was interesting.
[An apology...?


He sighed.]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock nodded slightly and stood, hugging the blanket around himself.]

Thank you for tea.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[He looked back down.]

Always a pleasure. Thank you for enjoying it with me.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock headed back inside, taking the blanket with him.]