It's a nice day today, the sun shining on the morning sky and birds chirping. People going on with their daily life. The weather not too hot and not too cold. The second sibling of the noble Moriarty, William James Moriarty is in the Moriarty mansion 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 morning 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 even though its starting to get noon while the detective almost always rushes to him in early morning if he could, much to his younger brothers annoyance. But William is understanding and thinks maybe his lover is busy with cases or the train is late today or Sherlock can't find a carriage. Thinking of that a frown tugs on his beautiful handsome face, 'I should've sent a carriage for him. But then again the detective once told him not to.', William thinks.

But 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. But he still misses seeing his beloved, it's been some days after all. It just reminds him of the distance they have in cases of place. A part of him wants to keep the detective to him all the time, make a home of their own but he holds back.