Holiday time!

So, currently, myself and the family are in Ireland~. Because I wanted to be for Valentine's Day (it's stupid, but I can use it to my advantage).

And I'm blogging while Handsome's sorting through his clothes and whatever else he brought. It seems to consist of only clothes. A lot of coats. I'll have Mooncake destroy the majority of them later~. I told him, repeatedly, that it's colder in England, but he refused to listen. So I'll just punish him and kill his clothes.

In other news~.. Handsome's little cookie of a personal assistant is so -annoying-. We're not getting on well. At all. She refuses to be nice to me. So I'm going to complain and make him tell her to be. He wouldn't approve of me shooting her, unfortunately.

Meanwhile~.. My youngest son is probably the most loved child I've ever had. Which is surprising, because really I didn't think I would care much for him. Only I do. When a child will only ever cling to you, wear your hats, and wear your scarves .. It becomes apparent that there's a father-son relationship here. Although I do know that my little Cupcake is attention-seeking and uses me to his advantage, but that's just the Moriarty in him~.

And I'm bored of this blogging right now. I have a bath to run and a fiancé to seduce.

Ciao~.

I'm BACK.

Yes, yes, I was dead, now I'm back, yadda yadda. I committed suicide and Sherlock did too. All details on dear Handsome's blog.

How did I fake my death? Well .. I'm not telling you. Where's the fun in revealing all the little tricks? A magician never reveals his secrets. And since I'm so many things already I may as well add magician onto it!

I do have to admit that perhaps it was not my greatest of plans. I did kill my favourite toy. And I missed the children, as shocking as that is. Oh? I haven't told you about them? Well ..

After I had kidnapped Sherlock for some small amount of time - and subsequently revealed myself to Handsome as being myself - I did a little bit of science. I created two little boys. One I handed over to the Holmes family (specifically the lady of the family), and that would be 'Ewan James Holmes'. By the look at him, taking into consideration his small body and relative weakness just from creation, he would be no help to me if I were to raise him.

The other child I kept. 'Eoin Ardan Holmes'. He was barely older, barely bigger, but there was a sharpness already reflected in his eyes which I had to compare to myself and Sherlock.

When I - briefly - moved in with Handsome after declaring that I felt some alien emotion towards him (again, details on his blog), it was strange. It was almost like I truly had a family. And I do not recall ever having a proper family. As a toddler, I came the closest. Being employer of two brothers would never be counted as family - Idiot and I are hardly close, and Coded and I rather separated after I had him become Handsome's personal assistant some time ago.

But there I was, in the house of the British Government, with two boys and my .. lover. And I was happy. As much as I could be when I was frequently told that destroying Buckingham Palace, Sandringham Estate or Windsor was not allowed.

And then I continued the game with Sherlock.

We reached the end. I shot myself, 'killed' myself in front of Sherlock, just to make him kill himself as well. And he did.

Yesterday was my funeral. Once it was done, I summoned Handsome to an abandoned house. And together we told a story .. it ended with myself going down on my knees and pleading with him not to leave, but he did. But I am quick, and I stopped him.

Now I have to regain as much trust from Handsome as I possibly can. And somehow try to explain to two intelligent toddlers that I am alive and staying. If allowed.

Over a few days, I can already tell that the boys have changed considerably. Ewan is .. louder, more emotionally unstable. Eoin seems colder, and far more clingy to Handsome. Neither will look at me for too long.

Ciao.
JA.

"Urgent"

Ha. Hardly.

I received a phone call from Ireland at three in the morning today. Apparently, my mother is in a coma and my elder brother would rather that I stay by her side. He completely ignores the fact that if anyone is wanted by my mother at her side - even when she does not know that they are there - it will most certainly not be me.

It's her own fault, anyway. When she stops pushing me away, taking drugs, verbally abusing me, banning me from the family home, and so on, I will return home to her. Perhaps.

Family problems can be so frustrating here.

In other news, the date with Handsome is soon, Sherlock has a problem of his own, Idiot's being an idiot (shock horror! How different), Brownie is a fool, there's a new Detective Inspector around, my personal - number two - assistant accidentally injured my protégé, and I kissed Snuggles. Did I mention that? I should have opened with that.

Anyway, ciao.

JA.

A Date with Snuggles

In five minutes, I walk in to have a date with Snuggles (John Watson), in a French restaurant. Which is why this is a short update.

I also have a date with Handsome on Tuesday evening, and Handsome returns from Spain tomorrow evening. I'm having a little present sent around for him.

Sherlock had a present this morning as well. As expected, he loved it. I knew he would; Sherlock will never be able to resist a human heart with a rare heart condition.

Ta-ta now, my dears.

James~

A Date with Handsome

So, I have a date tonight. In only ten minutes from the time I post it; however, I'm sat outside in the car (a new black Mercedes-Benz for the evening), typing this whilst I wait for the time to pass.

The date is with the very handsome and mature Mycroft Holmes, of all people. He's flying all the way back to London from Spain, just for me. How sweet of him.

Though he has no idea who I actually am. The texts I sent were anonymous, the reservation name "Adam Acker" is anonymous. But it'll all be perfect. I just know it will. With him not knowing who I truly am, I can withhold certain information, and send out only what I wish him to know. Meanwhile, I know mostly about him. Oh, I have done my research on the middle Holmes brother.

I've never dined at the Gauthier Soho before, but the reviews are stunning, and the menu..! Oh, the food sounds delicious. All very expensive, but my luxury funds are unlimited. I will, of course, be paying, to treat him.

Nothing could possibly go wrong, with the timing and distance.

Most likely, everything will go in my favour, and my advantages will be so much more.

And what makes it all the better? Mycroft even believes that it will be perfect. Aw, he's so sweet at times. Especially to me.

--James.