#not pictured wines choking in a corner somewhere losing its shit

[sunlessea]

what a commotion! among wines' revel in full force, partygoers and sinners alike are caught squealing and swooning among one-another as his shadow rushes past them. he weaves through the crowd with such little effort one would almost think him the illusion, but no, no, every avid reader of sherlock's tales knows exactly what has mr stones screeching in abject FURY as it tears through silk and cotton and flesh looking for what has so dearly been taken right from its claws—!

dastardly little phantom thief he is, but though a master's anger brings fear to the general populace, a great many more are entranced by storybook brought to life, his fingers dipping his hat down to excited onlookers as he readies himself to disappear ... until!

"oh my—" he catches its eye right as he whips his cloak around to jump from the spire, and freezes in place. even 'neath his mask, he's sure it can recognize him, where he beams, highly amused. well, fancy meeting it here. "mr shrouds!" he flicks the diamond he'd stolen from stones into the air with his thumb, then catches it as he situates himself on the edge of the spire's rails. crouching down, he ignores the bodyguards 'round it, brutish neddies reaching for gun and knife alike, but they won't shoot him. the diamond turns into a card, and with a flick of the wrist, that card disappears, and the guns they'd been reaching for are ... flowers?

"now here's a fun twist. why don't you let me steal you away, mr shrouds?" his hand reaches out from where he's perched, expectant. "i'm a real good dancer, i promise."

@londonfallen / mr shrouds HERE I TOLD U I'D DO IT