[A vampire!AU Jim Moriarty rp blog from the BBC Sherlock fandom. Open for multifandom interactions.

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Krykosis Vampires Sebastian Moran John Watson Little Tommy

Rude.

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

[Jim didn’t like that question at all, hissing slightly between teeth.]

I never have before, have I?

[Not when death was the subject. Sherlock was still his.]

[Shoulders drew up slightly. Just in case he got a swat or something of that ilk. Both of their tempers could flare up high over very little toward each other.]

You have not.

[Statement more than anything. He hide his face a little more.]

I’ll do what I can to stay, then.

[No point letting himself go if Jim’s fingers would hook in and drag him back.

Again.]

[Jim settled himself down when Sherlock hid his face against him. Sighing through node before resting his chin on top of the other man’s head, arms pulling him in closer.]

That would be appreciated, dear.

theconsultingspider:

99problemsandmore:

theconsultingspider:

99problemsandmore:

[Oooh so Sherlock had failed to mention this too! Lovely. Jim let out an exasperated sigh, lifting his head back before he locked eyes with Tommy.]

My sire, Jericho, has a company that manufactures synthetic venom as a drug without the DNA of being attached to a krykosis. I’m surprised Sherlock never told you before.

[Through gritted teeth.] Not as surprised as I am.

How well does it work?

It isn’t nearly as strong as an actual dose of venom, but it still works about the same. It would work well enough as a ‘medication’ for you.

[He checked his mobile.]

I can order you a batch to try out.

[Casual about it and not entirely interested in looking at Thomas now or waiting for an answer. He knew the other would take the drug. Stubborn but not stupid enough to decline…unless he’d dipped into his suicidal tendencies again.]

[He presses his lips into a thin white line, regarding Jim blankly. Of course the whole thing displeases him. It’s like Sherlock is trying to make his mind collapse by giving him a little help as possible-

And he’s almost willing to believe it. Hell, a year ago he would have. But no matter what Sherlock might accuse, Jim has learned better. Sherlock’s not doing it on purpose, he’s just not paying attention

…He’s not actually sure which one pisses him off more.]

Fine.

[Jim pocketed his mobile.]

Already done. Just give it a few days.

[He also knew Sherlock didn’t neglect on purpose. He just simply wasn’t equipped with this kind of responsibility. At least now things may become a little more controlled.]

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

[Jim gave a small roll of his eyes before letting his arm rest against Sherlock to pull him closer.]

You’re an insufferable twat.

[He had been busier than usual, with Jericho technically indisposed, and had gotten his hands in control of the company. So, busy busy. But he was with Sherlock now. He could make time.]

[Sherlock set his head down under Jim’s chin and closed his eyes again. Smirking smugly a moment before he was just resting.]

If it killed me, would you let me go?

[Jim didn’t like that question at all, hissing slightly between teeth.]

I never have before, have I?

[Not when death was the subject. Sherlock was still his.]

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I give up

My brain cant tell lupin or jim apart

Mobile is hard

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

I’d rather it not.

[Jim turned to look at Sherlock and lightly brush knuckles over the soft warm cheek. He’d had far too many scares of losing the detective for him to be comfortable with. Whether that was the thralling connection or not. He didn’t know or care anymore. He just had to keep an eye on his Sherlock.]

Hm.

[He would rather it not took, but he…

This was his best attempt and if it failed he was going to be devestated. Whether he lived or went back to being undead. Comforted for now at least.]

If I knew it would take a turn in my health I would have gotten ill sooner.

[Jim gave a small roll of his eyes before letting his arm rest against Sherlock to pull him closer.]

You’re an insufferable twat.

[He had been busier than usual, with Jericho technically indisposed, and had gotten his hands in control of the company. So, busy busy. But he was with Sherlock now. He could make time.]

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

[Jim pressed his lips into a thin line. He didn’t like that. It was as if they were at the beginning stages during Sherlock’s attempt to be human again. Was the krykosis virus fighting back again? He leaned over to press a faintly venom laced kiss to Sherlock’s wrist before letting the arm go.

Eventually he laid down next to him.]

That is a problem.

[He scooted closer after a moment. It was a problem. He nodded his head to that effect once. Letting the dose help dull the sharp pangs radiating out of his chest now and then. Lightheartedness a little more tolerable.]

It may become one.

I’d rather it not.

[Jim turned to look at Sherlock and lightly brush knuckles over the soft warm cheek. He’d had far too many scares of losing the detective for him to be comfortable with. Whether that was the thralling connection or not. He didn’t know or care anymore. He just had to keep an eye on his Sherlock.]

theconsultingspider:

99problemsandmore:

theconsultingspider:

99problemsandmore:

theconsultingspider:

Hah!

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Not particularly. Somewhat. Worse then they did before the whole experience.

[Except he was already at the highest dose, anymore would be lethal. He just had to deal with it. Or overdose, either. He got pretty close, some days.]

Hm.

[He figured as much. Jim watched Thomas carefully, knowing the implications here and as much as they both tended to hate each other’s existence, Jim didn’t exactly want the other to be drowning in his own mind.]

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You know, there’s another safer alternative since this thrall thing isn’t working out.

[Jim paused. Stared at the ceiling before transfering his gaze to his undead double, weighty.]

Sorry, [he hissed,] what?

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[And why the hell had Sherlock fucking Holmes not mentioned it.]

What is it?

[Oooh so Sherlock had failed to mention this too! Lovely. Jim let out an exasperated sigh, lifting his head back before he locked eyes with Tommy.]

My sire, Jericho, has a company that manufactures synthetic venom as a drug without the DNA of being attached to a krykosis. I’m surprised Sherlock never told you before.

[Through gritted teeth.] Not as surprised as I am.

How well does it work?

It isn’t nearly as strong as an actual dose of venom, but it still works about the same. It would work well enough as a ‘medication’ for you.

[He checked his mobile.]

I can order you a batch to try out.

[Casual about it and not entirely interested in looking at Thomas now or waiting for an answer. He knew the other would take the drug. Stubborn but not stupid enough to decline…unless he’d dipped into his suicidal tendencies again.]

boredmachine:

[He narrowed his eyes before moving to sit down on the side of the bed before he reached out to curl fingers around one of Sherlock’s wrists to feel that pulse. Even if he could hear that staggering beat.] How long has this been happening?

[He cracked an eye open to keep a visual on the vampire. Expression bland. At least he didn’t bother with a fib.]

A day now. Longer than twenty minutes, shorter than two hours, at a time.

[Jim pressed his lips into a thin line. He didn’t like that. It was as if they were at the beginning stages during Sherlock’s attempt to be human again. Was the krykosis virus fighting back again? He leaned over to press a faintly venom laced kiss to Sherlock’s wrist before letting the arm go.

Eventually he laid down next to him.]

That is a problem.