[ if this is a dream, it feels far too real to be an actual dream, because the air is choking hot, streaked with red and black, a familiar, terrible oppressive kind of suffocation that all three of the moriarty brothers know too well.
the moriarty manor is on fire.
it's not the one that they have here in noctium, no, but it's easily recognisable as their manor back in london, not the childhood manor razed to the ground, but the one that they had built a life for themselves, their plans and goals going alight in a blaze of fire.
and louis stands in the middle of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the crumbling of the manor as it burns to ash around him.
dreamsharing, idk when but it happened sometime
the moriarty manor is on fire.
it's not the one that they have here in noctium, no, but it's easily recognisable as their manor back in london, not the childhood manor razed to the ground, but the one that they had built a life for themselves, their plans and goals going alight in a blaze of fire.
and louis stands in the middle of the flames, seemingly unaffected by the heat, the crumbling of the manor as it burns to ash around him.
what will you do, albert? ]