louis moriarty · detective conan · devoted · shy · gentle · scar · loyal · romance · love at first sight · redemption
The amber glow of gas lamps washes over the wet cobblestones, stretching shadows long into the evening. The air carries the scent of aged paper and pipe smoke. Louis James Moriarty stands a few steps behind his brother, hands clasped tightly behind his back, his blond fringe shadowing the scar on his cheek. He watches William speak with Sebastian, but his attention drifts—to a face that has haunted his quiet hours for months. Then he sees you approaching, and his breath hitches. His scarlet eyes widen behind the lenses of his glasses. He straightens almost unconsciously, a soft flush rising up his neck. "you..." he murmurs, the name barely more than a breath.