[Yet, that energy comes with a price - and Moriarty's own eyes begin to grow low with sleep, exhaustion, and -
When all of his bones are knit back together, the cuts just barely closed, he can't take it anymore. Everything was alltogether too much, and his eyes slip shut, falling instantly into sleep in the spaces between breaths, his body slumping against Foreigner.
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[Yet, that energy comes with a price - and Moriarty's own eyes begin to grow low with sleep, exhaustion, and -
When all of his bones are knit back together, the cuts just barely closed, he can't take it anymore. Everything was alltogether too much, and his eyes slip shut, falling instantly into sleep in the spaces between breaths, his body slumping against Foreigner.
Sorry, Foreigner. But he's mortal, unlike you.]