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“ Also true. We both know I’d win again. ”
“Sorry, what was that? You’d win again? I wasn’t aware you won the first time.”
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“As I’m sure we can also agree on how repeats are dull and playing our game again is pointless.”
“ Also true. We both know I’d win again. ”
“Sorry, what was that? You’d win again? I wasn’t aware you won the first time.”
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"Mm." Sherlock had not listened to a word John had said, thinking about a small case he was currently working on.
"-And the least you could have done was clean up a bit- Are you even listening to me?” John clenched his fists, letting out a slow breath as his mouth contorted into a deep frown.
"Yes, I'm sure she's going to be a keeper." He stated, one of the many default sentences he made up when obviously not paying a lick of attention to whatever John was nagging him about.
"Said the pot to the kettle. But than I suppose, death was never truly are style."
" No. Not really. We can agree on that one… "
"As I'm sure we can also agree on how repeats are dull and playing our game again is pointless."
"Of course not. Oh well, don’t bother." He sighed, looking to the other and doing a quick once over. Anxiety issues. Perhaps he might have a good case as all the signs of uncertainty were there. "I assume you’re here for something?" He asked, standing and clasping his hands behind his back.
"Oh. Ah- Okay." He nodded a little, starting to pick at the skin around his nails as the man looked at him. The gazed felt rather calculating and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
"Uhm… Yes, uh- Yes. You’re- You’re Sherlock Holmes, right?"
"Indeed I am." Sometimes he enjoyed the fact his caculating gaze made others uncomfortable. His own super power.
The appearance of wings only made Sherlock raise a brow, mind thinking of dozens of experiments he could do on this ‘Angel’. Balthazar might be of use after all.
"No one knows that better than I." He mused, clasping his hands together with a smirk. Playing to his ego was a easy way to get on Sherlock’s good side. "Though, considering all the situations I’ve been in, I imagine someone knows something I don’t. It would only make sense for someone to tell you to protect me if something more dangerous than I have ever faced was coming up."
"I’ve no idea," he admits. "I don’t get word about the future, just a brief glance at the soul and a direction to walk. Find the human, check the soul, introduce myself and explain things, sort it out from there." Shrugging, he glances around the room.
"So, you’re a consulting detective, that’s bloody dangerous, isn’t it? Don’t suppose I could get you to pray to me when things get a bit prickly? Even a simple mental calling of my name should do the trick," he explains quietly, pale blue eyes going back to his charge.
"It can be at times, I suppose. But that’s what makes it more fun. If all my cases were like the ones the Yard get, I’d shoot myself from boredom." He mused with a smirk.
At the last bit, Sherlock raised a brow. “Like a walkie talkie?” He asked, interested on how just thinking of the angels name would get his attention. “Does that mean anyone who thinks of any angel, said angel hears it and it is up to them to go to the person or not?”
"Similar, very similar. We hear anything attached to our name, so long as the person in question is thinking of the Angel called thusly and not another human. Around Yule things get a bit loud for me, but mostly it’s just my charges that know my name." He smiles briefly, realizing Sherlock will be able to actually understand the intricacies of soul and grace.
"As for charges, I mark them with a strand of grace. Imagine a section of DNA tagged with reagent in the nucleus of a cell— similar to how that would jump out at you under a microscope, so will your soul be marked when I search for it. Your calls, as my charge, will take priority over people who know of me and are not assigned to me. Also similar to a radio set, we’ll be able to converse silently, through prayer."
"Finally! Someone who speaks English!" Sherlock stated, understanding perfectly with the metaphor with cells. "Though, as interesting as all that is-wouldn't getting a phone and texting be easier?" He said with an amused smirk.
Standing, he went to the kitchen and poured himself some coffee. Than thought for a moment. "Your body-it's a actual human body isn't it?" He asked, turning to look at the other-seeing him breathing, neck pumping with a heart beat.
"Hardly." He huffed, finishing what he was doing and turning towards her. "The number of steps you took told me." Sherlock explained with ease. "Now, what brings you here, Anna?"
"Of course! How stupid of me…" She looked up at him from where she sat, suddenly unsure of her decision. "Um, well- Mycroft was being a nightmare and I needed to get out of the house so I came here."
"Mm, I know that feeling well. What's got him railed up this time? Ran out of cake or something?" He muttered, drinking his coffee.
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"Fine." Was all he said as he went to the kitchen and began to make some tea. "I suppose you aren’t useful enough as to bring me a case, either, I imagine?"
❝——I just came to talk to you.❞ Victor replied quietly, still upset with Sherlock over bringing up his father.
Sherlock said nothing as he put the kettle on. He knew the father jab was a low blow, but he himself was still hurt at what happened all those years ago. Coming back into the sitting room, he put his hands in his pockets. "Well, here we are than... Talking.:
teenlock
"Damn. It was worth a shot." He muttered angrily. Plan B than. Steal a body at night and hide it under his bed.
She couldn’t help but smirk a bit as she watched him. To be honest, she knew he wouldn’t do much and no one would be hurt, so she didn’t actually see the problem with it, but being just a student in the morgue, it wasn’t her choice. “Try again in a few years,” she joked lightly.
"I plan on it." He stated, before sighing and looking around. "Well, shall we get some food?" He usually didn't bother with company whilst he did-well, anything. But she was already here and he could possibly lift her I.D. while they ate.
"Yeah, yeah." He muttered. Though he rarely listened to Victor when he told him not to put down other people, he at least didn’t argue. "They can ban you if every time you go for medical attention you steal syringes and medicines." He said with a shrug, as well as a slight smirk.
"They can be more strict, but you can’t be banned from a hospital. Even criminals can’t be banned from hospitals, Sherlock.” He ignored the last bit, and grabbed the alcohol and gauze, and began to gently clean his wounds.
"Yes, but I don't fancy being handcuffed to a bed so they can stitch me up when I can just do it mysel-ow! Careful!" Sherlock growled, flinching back away from the devil gauze.
"You should be grateful I ever even made you tea. It’s your turn." Sherlock scuffed, ignoring the previous comment. It was an honest mistake and no one died. Some got sick-but they were already at a hospital so not like they had to pay for a ambulance.
“So, no treaties to set on fire or help ignorant criminals to commit crime today?”
❛ & how special I feel to have been GRACED with your decency. ❜ His lips form an amused grin. ❛ Come over any time, darling, I’ll be sure to return the favor. and everyone has to take a day off, Sherl, even the best of us. ❜
"You'll have to text the address considering I know not where you live." He mused, knowing full well Moriarty would give him a address of some temporary hideout or something of the like.
"So, you spend your day off coming to visit me. How very telling."
teenlock
"It’s not like anyone would notice. And, unlike me, you’re still allowed in the morgue." Catch a dead body on fire one time and suddenly your banned.
"You don’t think someone would miss a body? Come on, Sherlock.” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m not giving you a body. Like I said, I don’t have that authority.”
"Damn. It was worth a shot." He muttered angrily. Plan B than. Steal a body at night and hide it under his bed.
"Hm…. She does have a tendency to hit things with that fraying pan…" He muttered, having not thought about that. "Let her know when you leave. I can’t be bothered to go all the way down there myself right now."
"You are a lazy man when you want to be, you know that? I can tell her now, else we’ll end up hearing a shriek and banging before I leave.”
"I am far from lazy. I simply have no need to bother with things that are below me."
teenlock
"Of course it is. The cadavers were donated to be used for experiments and learning. I just need one."
"I’m not even the one in charge, I’m just learning. I can’t make decisions like that." He didn’t actually think she would just roll out a corpse for him, did he?
"It's not like anyone would notice. And, unlike me, you're still allowed in the morgue." Catch a dead body on fire one time and suddenly your banned.
"Although, I have loved this. This little game of ours. Playing Jim from I.T. Playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?" "People were dying." "That's what people DO!"
teenlock
"Oh yeah, right, cause that sounds reasonable.”
"Of course it is. The cadavers were donated to be used for experiments and learning. I just need one."
010010101001101 started following you
Highest authorization required Code: ? Code: delta44846674twonderland887 Processing.... Processing.... |ACCEPTED| Welcome, Mycroft Holmes
He knew those footsteps, the weight and distance they took from one steo to another. Sherlock had just hacked into his brothers main frame account, so of course the sniffer dog of crime would show up.
"If you want tea this time, you make it yourself. I'm sure you know your way around." Said with a knowing tone, having deduced ages ago that Moriarty broke into the flat once before without either him or John being there.