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And So We Meet Again

(( based on this gifset, because @dynamics-of-an-asteroid said we should make our own backstory. Under the cut, also on AO3 ))

He should’ve known.

The knock at the door could’ve been just like any other: on a dreary Wednesday afternoon, Jim Moriarty, enjoying tea, perhaps could’ve expected his elderly neighbor, Jemma, to bring by scones and talk of her grandchildren living in the colonies. Maybe the postman, needing him to sign for something. Maybe even the police, inquiring about a noise complaint from the house down the way.

Still, he should’ve known.

Even as he set aside his cross-stitching endeavor (it was of the Eagle Nebula), Jim was entirely unsuspecting. No one from his previous life knew he was alive, and even fewer would know he’d relocated to upstate Massachusetts. He’d left Jim Moriarty, Napoleon of Crime, on that rooftop. He’d never, never intended to be found.

And yet.

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Jar of hearts

I hear you’re asking all around

If i am anywhere to be found

But i have grown too  strong


To ever fall back in your your arms

And I’ve learnd to live half a life

And now you want me one more time

And it took so long just to feel alright

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes


And now you’re back

You don’t get to get me back

And who do you thiink you are

Running around leaving scars

collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart