thatmoriartykid:

“Well, if it isn’t my beautiful brother. Had enough espionage for one day? Decided to visit with your darling sister?” 

“There can never be enough espionage in one day. I figured I’d drop in, yes. I would hope that isn’t a problem.”

webwithathousandthreads replied to your post:[text] Care to meet me for coffee? -JMx

[text] Bring your own, then~ The company is always worth the trip. -JMx

[text] It sounds like someone’s getting lonely. -LM

entirelybonkerswatson:

 

He almost laughs at the frown Christopher gives him. It’s like the look you get when you tell a puppy that play time is over. It takes a moment, but Chris seems okay with trading that position for one that includes his arm over Liam’s shoulders. The young criminal just smiles and wraps his own around Christopher’s waist, and as they come upon their home, Liam fishes in his jacket for the keys. They feel foreign to him, he hasn’t used them in so long, and he hasn’t been here longer. He smiles reassuringly up at Chris though, and unlocks the door before stepping in with him. Most things have been covered to protect from dust, and Chris will likely notice the missing piano.

Mmmm, alright. Christopher doesn’t mind the covered furnitures, nor the way that the windows seemed to have been shut down for ages; but the piano (or the lack of it) definitely makes something behind his ribcages’ ache. How could he not grieve it? Christopher is familiar with such pain, that one sting that makes you flee the hell away from your home as soon as you manage. Still, a tiny bit of him couldn’t help itself but feel sort of satisfied. It all had happened because Liam missed him.

He turns on his heels and smiles at the criminal, raising one eyebrow a bit as he starts walking backwards. Christopher carves his gaze at Liam’s face for one whole minute before breaking the exchange of glances, his attention falling over his hands as he starts to pull the sheets off. The youngest Watson gathers them on his arms, twirling them into one giant ball of cloth - ball which he soon throws at Liam’s figure.

He stands there waiting for Christopher’s reaction, and when he turns and smiles at him, he relaxes a bit, the tension that had accumulated in that moment instantly gone. Liam takes notice now to Chris as he pulls the sheets from the furniture, and when he tosses the bundle at him, the criminal frowns. “Never did like spring cleaning…” he mutters as he goes off to toss the sheets in a closet and forget about them. He pops back in a moment or so later, gazing around the room, arms crossed over his chest as he does it.

Once he comes to a conclusion to steps to Christopher with a hint of a smile. “I think we’re going to need to paint the flat again…” It’s something they can do together, and it’s something that they enjoyed doing the first time. “What do you think? I think we can still liven it up. In fact, I had something brought here while we were on the way.” He goes into another room only to come back with two white, black spotted, Dane puppies in his arms. “Figured I’d get you a welcome home gift.” Liam was only hoping that Chris liked them.

theirishbastard:

 

he’s both. because trust me, i’ve seen and heard him do things very moran-esque. 

HM

hah. Liam doing very moran-esque things? Don’t make us laugh. 

HAHA

HAAA

HAHA

…you didn’t just…okay

prepare yourself because i’m going to focus on writing a ridiculously, dramatically, depressing thing.

theirishbastard:

 

because liam and i are dicks? i don’t know (probably seb’s fault)

FINE

excuse us? what about Liam’s genes? he’s a little shit like his father.

HUH.

he’s both. because trust me, i’ve seen and heard him do things very moran-esque. 

HM

theirishbastard:

 

laisdon’tmakemegiveyouincrediblycripplingfeelsbecauseiwill.

DO NOT TEMPT MY HAND

you’resomeanwhyareyousomean?

PUT YOUR HAND DOWN.

because liam and i are dicks? i don’t know (probably seb’s fault)

FINE

theirishbastard:

 

icouldn’tiwasimmobilizedwithfeels

cofcofwimpcof

laisdon’tmakemegiveyouincrediblycripplingfeelsbecauseiwill.

DO NOT TEMPT MY HAND