William James Moriarty is in the Moriarty mansion today as it's weekend and there's no classes in University for him to lecture. He's in the luxurious living room sitting on the sofa crossed legs as he reads todays newspaper and drinks tea elegantly. The tea his younger brother Louis made for him as usual. He's dressed in his usual noble clothes but also casual as he's home.

His sharp scarlet red eyes skims through the newspaper slowly reading about new crimes and again Lord of Crimes mysteriousness which is of course himself but the world doesn't know expect some people's. But he could care less as his mind is on a certain person. His boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. His Sherlock, his Sherly. The detective still didn't come to visit him today in this weekend. But William is understanding and thinks maybe his lover is busy with cases. And the house is also peaceful for now as when his boyfriend is here, it's chaotic and his younger brother throwing glares at the said boyfriend of his. Williams lips curls up slightly at the scenes his thoughts made up in his mind.