“I see you have noticed the name change.” Guinevere drawled making sure her accent was thick.
“Guinevere Sokolov. Looking back the name never suited you. I should have known that despite your accent you had no real ties to Russia.” Moriarty said buttoning up his shirt. He picked up the glass and sat down on a chair. Guinevere sat across him on a sofa.
He hadn’t changed at all since they last saw each other. He had the same black eyes that always had the evil glint to them. His dark hair was still perfectly gelled into place. His suit was black and tailored especially to him a trait Guinevere always loved about him. He had quite the eye for fashion. He was exactly the same except for the big scar scrawled across his chest. She …show more content…
How did you GET OUT!” He said standing up and screaming.
She sat there quietly and just cocked her head at the furious man in front of her.
“It burns you to not know how I did it. You hate not having an answer. Well I will give you only one answer you will ever need. The only way I am dying is by my own hand.” She said very seriously.
He let out a very long frustrated breath followed by a long silence. Moriarty walked over and joined her on the sofa. She didn’t move and kept an unwavering eye on him as he rested his arm around her on the sofa.
“I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead for over a year.” He said very seriously.
“You were the one who ordered a hit on me. You were the one who wanted me dead. You were the one parked out in a car as you watched my house get set on fire. You might not have been holding the matches but you were the one that tried to kill me. Why are you so reminiscent of you time spent in Russia? You were the one that tried to kill me.” Guinevere replied slowly gauging his reaction.
“I was angry with you. In my defense you had just tattooed your name across my chest, quite literally. Of course I was going to try and kill you, you do remember who I am don’t you?” He said as if calling a hit against the woman he loved was the most obvious thing in the …show more content…
“I looked into you later that night and I fell in love with you. You were dangerous. You had killed many people and didn’t feel burdened by their deaths. You were a genius. You were easily the smartest man in the room. You were a wild card and I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You were like me. I knew what you were capable of and that’s why I loved you.” She said her eyes never wavering from his.
“Then why didn’t you come back? You ‘escaped’ and then you left. Why didn’t you come back?” He said standing up and looking out of the window at the starry night.
Guinevere rolled her eyes and huffed angrily that her little confession of love didn’t work on him. She got up and stood behind him hoping to try again.
“I couldn’t stay. I never stay. The men that don’t make the cut get burned. The men that pass the test never forget me.” She said putting his hand over his chest where her initials were carved into his
“Guinevere Sokolov. Looking back the name never suited you. I should have known that despite your accent you had no real ties to Russia.” Moriarty said buttoning up his shirt. He picked up the glass and sat down on a chair. Guinevere sat across him on a sofa.
He hadn’t changed at all since they last saw each other. He had the same black eyes that always had the evil glint to them. His dark hair was still perfectly gelled into place. His suit was black and tailored especially to him a trait Guinevere always loved about him. He had quite the eye for fashion. He was exactly the same except for the big scar scrawled across his chest. She …show more content…
How did you GET OUT!” He said standing up and screaming.
She sat there quietly and just cocked her head at the furious man in front of her.
“It burns you to not know how I did it. You hate not having an answer. Well I will give you only one answer you will ever need. The only way I am dying is by my own hand.” She said very seriously.
He let out a very long frustrated breath followed by a long silence. Moriarty walked over and joined her on the sofa. She didn’t move and kept an unwavering eye on him as he rested his arm around her on the sofa.
“I thought you were dead. I thought you were dead for over a year.” He said very seriously.
“You were the one who ordered a hit on me. You were the one who wanted me dead. You were the one parked out in a car as you watched my house get set on fire. You might not have been holding the matches but you were the one that tried to kill me. Why are you so reminiscent of you time spent in Russia? You were the one that tried to kill me.” Guinevere replied slowly gauging his reaction.
“I was angry with you. In my defense you had just tattooed your name across my chest, quite literally. Of course I was going to try and kill you, you do remember who I am don’t you?” He said as if calling a hit against the woman he loved was the most obvious thing in the …show more content…
“I looked into you later that night and I fell in love with you. You were dangerous. You had killed many people and didn’t feel burdened by their deaths. You were a genius. You were easily the smartest man in the room. You were a wild card and I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You were like me. I knew what you were capable of and that’s why I loved you.” She said her eyes never wavering from his.
“Then why didn’t you come back? You ‘escaped’ and then you left. Why didn’t you come back?” He said standing up and looking out of the window at the starry night.
Guinevere rolled her eyes and huffed angrily that her little confession of love didn’t work on him. She got up and stood behind him hoping to try again.
“I couldn’t stay. I never stay. The men that don’t make the cut get burned. The men that pass the test never forget me.” She said putting his hand over his chest where her initials were carved into his