Hm, 'can't take it with you' doesn't mean 'have no desire to'... ah.
Where to even start? A little at a time, I suppose, satisfy my curiosity that was denied.
[Sherlock was musing out loud, his long, pale fingers brushing the dried blood off his face, listening as well. They were the closest to each other in wit and intelligence, few others could keep up with him as well as Moriarty, that was worthy of respect]
As I said, he thinks like a Medieval Prince, a Warlord. To him, the enemy is someone to be crushed under heel, not respected. More barbaric than the Turks he had made a forest out of.
[The smell was wretched, coming from the fire, but he could tolerate it, since the man is most sincerely dead]
A foolish outlook - after all, even the most dimwitted enemy can manage to surprise you. And while crushing underfoot has its place, if you do it all the time, you will eventually create an enemy greater than you can ever hope to defeat.
A surprise, that he lived so long, yet paid no attention to how history repeated itself, over and over.
[He shrugs, quietly.]
A natural Sadist, indeed. But - you needn't talk of him in the present tense, Holmes. He is gone - we have made sure of it, on this night.
From now on, Dracula will only be spoken of in past tense - and I dare well say the world is better off for it.
...Though, I suppose I'm a bit insulted he thought me the same type of sadist. I may have driven and been the cause of many a man's death, but I've never taken the kind of pleasure from it that he clearly did.
[There's another pause, as he watches the fire.]
...If you wish, however, we needn't travel together. I could give you money, and then we'd part ways.
[Something...internally coiled in him at that, but it had to be said.
He didn't want to keep the man under his thumb - oh, to spy on and torment him, yes, but not beholden to him, or keep him like a servant.
[That's right, the man is slowly turning into a charred mass before him. There's relief, and uncertainty in him, how long had he been under this man's thumb? It'd be good to remember what it's like to not have to watch the shadows and follow another person's whim]
...I know, you never were the sort to inflict unneeded cruelty.
[Not like Milverton, not like Dracula]
If I recalled correctly, you came down hard on your associates who did so.
[Partly because such cruel sport left more evidence than a clean job, but again, Moriarty had shown a distaste for sadism]
As for what I wish, maybe I'll take you up on it, I need to find my bearings first, and... much as they'll self-destruct, they'll do so in an orgy of blood.
[It was quiet, but firm - he didn't need to spell out what he intends to do next]
A bit, yes. Not that I was never vindictive to those who had wronged me - but to an innocent? No. The only men who have ever fallen into my web are those who knew the risks of their way of life...our way of life. Anyone may be fooled or stolen from, but tortured or killed?
[He gives a small grin, again.]
After all, I even gave you multiple warnings, didn't I? Ones you ignored, of course, but warnings all the same.
[He falls silent, listening to Sherlock's firm assertion - and then, he nods.]
Of course. If that's what you wish to do, then I won't stop you. Wiping out all traces of Dracula's ilk seems much like a good idea, anyway.
[...]
...Though, perhaps having a partner in crime might be a good idea...?
You did break into my flat, how else was I suppose to respond, Moriarty?
[There was the faint, impish smile, almost hidden by his clasping hands, eyes narrowing in almost a mischievous glint, though slowly, quietly the impishness fixes itself to one of surprise as the man offered to help. Especially when he realized he felt relief]
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Where to even start? A little at a time, I suppose, satisfy my curiosity that was denied.
[Sherlock was musing out loud, his long, pale fingers brushing the dried blood off his face, listening as well. They were the closest to each other in wit and intelligence, few others could keep up with him as well as Moriarty, that was worthy of respect]
As I said, he thinks like a Medieval Prince, a Warlord. To him, the enemy is someone to be crushed under heel, not respected. More barbaric than the Turks he had made a forest out of.
[The smell was wretched, coming from the fire, but he could tolerate it, since the man is most sincerely dead]
And as you saw - he's a natural sadist.
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A surprise, that he lived so long, yet paid no attention to how history repeated itself, over and over.
[He shrugs, quietly.]
A natural Sadist, indeed. But - you needn't talk of him in the present tense, Holmes. He is gone - we have made sure of it, on this night.
From now on, Dracula will only be spoken of in past tense - and I dare well say the world is better off for it.
...Though, I suppose I'm a bit insulted he thought me the same type of sadist. I may have driven and been the cause of many a man's death, but I've never taken the kind of pleasure from it that he clearly did.
[There's another pause, as he watches the fire.]
...If you wish, however, we needn't travel together. I could give you money, and then we'd part ways.
[Something...internally coiled in him at that, but it had to be said.
He didn't want to keep the man under his thumb - oh, to spy on and torment him, yes, but not beholden to him, or keep him like a servant.
After this, it was the last thing he wanted.]
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...I know, you never were the sort to inflict unneeded cruelty.
[Not like Milverton, not like Dracula]
If I recalled correctly, you came down hard on your associates who did so.
[Partly because such cruel sport left more evidence than a clean job, but again, Moriarty had shown a distaste for sadism]
As for what I wish, maybe I'll take you up on it, I need to find my bearings first, and... much as they'll self-destruct, they'll do so in an orgy of blood.
[It was quiet, but firm - he didn't need to spell out what he intends to do next]
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[He gives a small grin, again.]
After all, I even gave you multiple warnings, didn't I? Ones you ignored, of course, but warnings all the same.
[He falls silent, listening to Sherlock's firm assertion - and then, he nods.]
Of course. If that's what you wish to do, then I won't stop you. Wiping out all traces of Dracula's ilk seems much like a good idea, anyway.
[...]
...Though, perhaps having a partner in crime might be a good idea...?
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You did break into my flat, how else was I suppose to respond, Moriarty?
[There was the faint, impish smile, almost hidden by his clasping hands, eyes narrowing in almost a mischievous glint, though slowly, quietly the impishness fixes itself to one of surprise as the man offered to help. Especially when he realized he felt relief]
...It would not be a terrible idea.