M!A/Challenge Status: NA
Hello there, love. Ian Adler. Dominant. At your service and pleasure.
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A view of Halley’s Comet from the Lick Observatory on June 6, 1910
Come along, Ian, don’t disappoint, hm? It wouldn’t do to have that happen so early in this business relationship. You had to work for Sebastian Moran’s approval, let alone James Moriarty’s. Don’t skip a step, things could turn ever so badly for you.
She chuckled slightly, the silkof his suit brushing against her ivory skin ever so softly. Enough for her to lean to the right, so subtly. Such a tiny movement, but it did placate her so.
“I doubt that, love.”
Ian gave the woman a side glance before peering back out into the crowd. “The monotony. The continuous hum of the mindless chatter from masses, all talking about the same things. No substance. Always the same.”
He then looked back at her, seeing her soft yet secretive grin, curious as she stood a little farther from him than he was used to. Most gravitated toward him, and he knew precisely why. He was no fool; he was handsome, successful, and they knew what he could do to them if they truly desired it.
This woman defied all the norms he had become accustomed to.
"But you," he continued. "You’re different in that way. You are already quite the unique specimen."