Don't call me Alexander
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The name is Alexander Moriarty, but if you want to live then I'd suggest that you call me Alex. I am 22 years old and son to the most dangerous man in London, and possibly the world.. Don't let that scare you, though. As long as you stay on my good side you should be fine.

{Independent RP blog set in the BBC Sherlock fandom. Multi-verse. Multi-fandom. Multi-ship. Will roleplay with anybody, just tag me as alexandermoriarty. Blog may be NSFW at times. Mun is of age.}
[FC: Brendon Urie]
[Gifs and pictures are not mine. Credit to the owners.]
M!A: None, but accepting.

filiafortissimi:

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She smirked, shaking her head. I’m actually starting to believe you. Something that she hadn’t thought a possibility not that long ago.

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        “Good.” He cocked his head slightly, his smirk fading. “I’m not all bad, you know. Unlike my father, I actually have a heart.” And she was slowly gaining possession of it, whether he admitted it or not.

filiafortissimi:

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Actually, yeah. I’ve gotta say, that’s probably the most surprising thing I’ve learned about you yet, Alex.

        “Well you should stick around..” A smirk. ”You’ll find I’m full of all kinds of surprises.”

filiafortissimi:

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What the hell kind of fairytale book did you crawl out of, huh?

        “No fairytale. I was just raised as a romantic. Shocking, right?”

 [ Silence.                      

                    And, after a few moments, a smart remark. ]

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               That is the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.

   ”What can I say?”

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                     “I’m a cheesy guy.”

filiafortissimi:

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       ”You know what?” Peri asked, raising her voice just slightly before sighing and simply blowing a raspberry at him. “Don’t hold your breath on that, cher. Or, on second thought, do. It’s your life, really, who am I to tell you what to do with it?”

        Alex smirked, eyebrows raising just slightly as she blew a raspberry at him. “Better keep that tongue in your month, doll..” He leaned in slightly, brown eyes holding her gaze as he spoke. “I’ll hold my breath, but only if you promise to do mouth-to-mouth. Deal?” he grinned.

filiafortissimi:

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At his teasing, Peri was confused for just a moment before she realized, closing her eyes and cursing herself silently. “I’m sorry,” She said, shaking her head. “I keep tensing up, but it’s not exactly because of you. I just don’t really like being touched in general, especially by people I don’t know well. I’ll knock it off, I promise.” She laughed softly, trying to mask her embarrassment. She had trust issues, but no reason to have them. Peri was glad — but not surprised, by this point — that Alex was a good dancer. In fact, he was even better than she thought he’d be. His question caught her by surprise, and she hummed quietly for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer it. “That’s a question with a simple answer that’s going to be really hard to tell.” She fell quiet, her eyes dropping to their feet as she thought. “I finished school at 16, he contacted me a few months later and… just kind of started talking to me.” She laughed, looking back up at him. Bitching probably would have been a more accurate term, actually. “Offered me a job at one point and I said no repeatedly for… four months or so? But then he brought up numbers.” She shrugged. “It was an obscene amount of money, and I was going to be starting college soon, so, being seventeen and stupid, I finally said yes.” She laughed again, a tone of bitterness coating it this time. “He and my parents used to butt heads.” An understatement, but safe. “I’m kind of like a trophy. He actually got one of us under his thumb in the simplest way possible, isn’t that fantastic?” She was saying too much, but Alex had opened the floodgates. Peri had regretted that decision almost every day for the past three years, and it showed. 

        He could tell that he’d embarrassed her with his teasing, and he cocked his head slightly, offering an apologetic smile. “Hey, it’s okay. No need to apologize, really. I get it,” Alex assured her. Dancing was quite an intimate activity, and they were still basically strangers. He didn’t blame her for being a little tense, though he hoped she’d be able to relax some as the night went on. As they danced, he was impressed by Lucy’s skill and grace, glad that they weren’t tripping all over each other with every step. That would have been a disaster. Waiting while she pondered her answer to his question, Alex kept his eyes on her even as she dropped her gaze, his own softening as he listened to her tale. Once again his father had persisted until he got what he wanted, not caring about the effects it was having on this girl’s life. Clearly she wasn’t happy with the decision, but who could turn down the probably insane amount of money Jim had offered? Alex knew he would have done the same thing had he been in her shoes. Hearing the bitterness in her laugh, he frowned, shaking his head. “No, it’s not,” he mumbled, subconsciously holding Lucy a bit closer. He suddenly wanted to protect this girl, to save her from the life she’d been sucked into. “I’m sorry that Jim put you in that position. My father doesn’t care about people; he only cares about getting his way. He’s like a spoiled child, and no one will stop him.” There was anger in his tone, though he was careful to keep it under control. “Listen, if you ever want to get out, you know, for good? I’ll help you. And I’ll make sure nothing happens to you or your family, I promise.” Alex held her gaze, completely sincere in what he was saying. If she wanted out, he knew he would do everything in his power to help make that happen.

theartistmiss-holmes:

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"——That it is!" Marlene chuckled, nodding as she did so.

With each minute passed— she was becoming more accustomed to the feeling— not just the touch of their hands— but the feeling of infatuation— of having genuine romantic interest in someone else, and feeling that in return. 

"—What about you, Alex? I mean, I have heard about your brothers— but I’d like to hear more about you. What is it you do?" She inquired, her eyes glistening with curiosity and interest. 

She liked him. Which was new— as she hadn’t allowed herself to like anyone in this way in quite some time. But, she did— and now, she had to know more about him. She was fascinated with the idea of learning more about Alex Moore.

        “I’m actually in between jobs at the moment.. I’ve got some money saved up, so I decided to take some time off to focus on my music. My dream is to become a musician..” He’d pondered different career choices for his undercover self, but kept coming back to musician, something he really loved. Hopefully that made it more believable.
        Alex had turned back to face her as he spoke, his thumb stroking slowly against the back of her hand. He held Marlene’s gaze, a small smile on his lips as he filled her in on his pretend life.
        “My brothers have all the exciting jobs. Mark is an artist, and he’s currently living in Paris.. Sam is a lawyer, and Michael is working toward becoming a doctor. He’s moving to America as soon as he graduates.” All lies once again. He just hoped her questions didn’t get too personal.
        “You and Mark would probably get along really well, considering you have the art thing in common.” Alex’s smile widened slightly, and he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “So how did you decide to become an artist? I assume you always liked drawing when you were younger?”

filiafortissimi:

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      “I am not cute,” Peri insisted sternly. “I am intimidating and vicious and really good with a pair of scissors.” She was somewhat surprised when she looked back up to find his face closer to hers, laughing slightly in surprise. “Don’t count on it, pretty boy.”

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        Alex couldn’t help but laugh at that, eyebrows raising slightly as he nodded. “I’m sure all of those things are true.. Or at least that you truly think they are. But you also have to accept the fact that you, are, cute.” Shrugging nonchalantly at Peri’s words, he winked before moving back slightly. “Okay, dollface. The invitation will stay open though, in case you change your mind.”

filiafortissimi:

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          Peri was sure that Alex would be perfectly adept at dancing. He had surprised her so many times already, and the night had really just begun. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt this time. She was more concerned that she’d be the one to make a fool of herself. While she was capable, this would be the one time that she lost her balance or stepped on her own dress. Pushing that thought out of her mind, she placed her champagne glass on a passing tray and stepped forward, taking his hand with a smile. “Well, I told you I’d give you a dance. And I am a girl of my word, Mr. Moriarty.” 

        “That you did,” he answered, returning her smile. Grasping Lucy’s fingers gently as she took his hand, he lead her onto the dance floor, moving to an open space before turning back to face her. “Are you sure you’ll be able to stand being this close to me for a whole song?” Alex teased as he placed his free hand on her waist, taking a step closer to her as the song suddenly changed to something slow. Of course.. “Ready?” He met her gaze before taking the first step of their dance, leading her gracefully around the floor, being careful to avoid the other couples that were dancing. This was the closest he had ever been to Lucy, and whether or not he wanted to admit it, it was intoxicating. He could smell her perfume, the scent of honey and something else filling his nose as they danced. “So Lucy..” Alex finally broke the silence, giving a small smile as he gazed down at her. ”How does a smart girl like you get mixed up with a guy like Jim?”