ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ

❝𝓓𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂, 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓵𝓮.❞
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Second most dangerous man in London ‣ First link in his chain.

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

Ｐａｎｔｈｅｒａ Ｔｉｇｒｉｓ

❝ Remorse, guilt, fear, revulsion... those are all emotions for people who are lesser. ❞

☠ Short story
☠ Feel free to use as an RP starter
☠ Please do ♡ and ↻

Read: https://t.co/xda7DF9Cod

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

// Sorry again for the delay in getting back here - I got free of exams and I don't even have an excuse beyond the fact that I have been watching an INSANE amount of netflix... I will soon be back though, and haven't abandoned my SLs here, promise!

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

// Sorry all, not had the time nor energy to RP today & I might be a bit erratic tomorrow too.

I'm still checking, chatting & plotting in DMs though, so feel free to slip in there if you fancy.

[ᴋᴀʀᴇɴ ᴘᴀɢᴇ @SemperScribere]

❝𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓮𝓬𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻... 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼... 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱.❞

➤ Flipped account
➤ Literate & descriptive RP
➤ Dark themes
➤ Seeking SLs & writing partners
➤ Currently following back

♡ and ↻?

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@LaceandChains_x -- I'm not going to leave you, we're going to get your arm fixed and everything will go back to normal."

To the paramedic, he was a loving fiancé, but to Irene he was emphasising the key point that he was here, he was in charge, and that she had better go along with it.

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

[Starter for @LaceandChains_x]

Sebastian Moran knew about The Woman. He knew about her very well indeed. He had been present for Moriarty's explosive tantrums about her failings when it came to Holmes. He had also heard Moriarty's compliments about her intelligence. Brains --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@LaceandChains_x -- want her to know I'm there for her... Could we... Could we maybe get a moment alone?"

Before the medic responds, he moves over to Irene, and grips her hand - the one attached to the uninjured arm. "Jess honey? Can you hear me? I just want you to know I'm still here, babe. --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@SECTIONEDSOUL -- hand, before snapping it in two. "There. Now it broke in the crash."

Well, that was it. He thought. He had chosen his side.

"No going back now." Art murmured softly beside him.

No, there wasn't, was there.

"We should get moving, kid." He informs Lyra.

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

[Starter for @SECTIONEDSOUL]

"So, we hunt children now, do we?" Spoke the Bengal Tiger beside him. Sebastian rolled his eyes at her.

"We hunt whoever we get paid to hunt. This isn't news, Art."

Artemisia huffed, and responded, "You're only so keen to take this job because --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@SECTIONEDSOUL "Calm down? Are you seriously telling me to calm down when you're just casually carrying around an alethiometer?" He grumbles, finally getting out of the wrecked, smoking vehicle, with Art following him.

"Yeah, yeah, you told me so. I know, kid." He turns the chip over in his --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@UnlikeHerName -- suspected they were on a first name basis.

He wasn't quite sure what to say next. 'Can I help?' and 'Who are you?' seemed wrong, considering he was the one who had come to her door, so instead he settled on,

"Can I come in?"

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

[Starter for @UnlikeHerName]

Sebastian was still reeling from Jim's death. But, it had been some time now. Not enough to move on - he would never do that. But enough time for him to have settled into this new black reality.

Coherent thought, had returned, only slightly --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@UnlikeHerName -- moment, trying to figure out how to introduce himself. Eventually, he settled on.

"M'name's Moran."

"Jim sent me."

He wondered if she would know him as Jim, or perhaps one of his other aliases. But, the Boss had asked Sebastian to 'check on her', not execute her, so he --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@WittyHolmes -- could save lives."

"But I won't tell you anything, because you'll simply call the police. And that would be," In Jim's words, "bo-ring."

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@WittyHolmes Perfect, Sebastian thought. A ready made conscientious killer. He just had to be pur in the right place, at the right time.

"I know plenty of killers. I know more of what remains of Jim's network than Moriarty or Mycroft do."

"I could tell you their plans, Mr. Holmes. You --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@NEVERTWlNS -- now.

"Let's. Let's not talk about that." Maybe the other man would let him go back to the plausible deniability in his mind.

"I haven't seen you in a while...?" He started, attempting small-talk as they started to walk. He wasn't particularly good at it.

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

[Starter for @NEVERTWlNS]

The drizzle settled over London, a dreary damp haze that made everything seem just a little more grey.

It was only the afternoon, so Sebastian had only had a couple of drinks. He was never entirely sober these days, so by his standards, that little --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@NEVERTWlNS -- He had never actually been close to the body, never got to feel that lack of pulse. That absence of closure, meant that he couldn't ever fully, truly admit to Jim's death.

The man had seeped into his every pore, and breath. There was no getting Jim out out Sebastian's head --

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

// EXAM DONE!

Just one more to go!!

[ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ꜱ. ᴀ. ʜ. ᴍᴏʀᴀɴ @MoriorTigris]

@HisPurpleShirt // You made that? It's great, I love the style!