𝓐𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓼 𝓶𝓮

𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮 , 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴, 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮, 𝐼'𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴. Indie || Selective || Sherlock Holmes || 25

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Mr. Graham:

     Offset might be an appropriate word to describe the relative shock of finding the detective at his doorstep let alone barreling past him like an old friend come to raid his fridge. Offset only because the word was a more gentle form of ‘shock’. He had contacted him first after all.

     “You can’t be here…” Certainly couldn’t use the bathroom and there was no way in hell he was offering the man any form of drink or other method of stalling. In and out nice and clean. Even though it wouldn’t matter anymore, somehow He’d know and this was the end of the line for one of both of them.

     “Actually, I can.” With utmost confidence in tone, long gait easy and fluid as he turns on heels to fixate the (ex) profiler with priggish air to an otherwise blank slate of an expression, collar turned up against the sharp jut of jawline.

     “In the off chance your letter was actually delivered it was sent a month ago. Processing, claims, greedy workers underpaid for their labor pawing through contents for anything close to valuable finding nothing but an omen of death would have stalled the delivery. Alarmed and unwilling to risk imprisonment for stalling a murder investigation a particularly religious individual would have carefully sealed it back in its envelope and sent it on its merry way where it arrived precisely thirteen and a half hours ago on my doorstep and into my hand. Admittedly it took me some time to narrow down the origin of your letter and it gave me quite the run for my money but I could spare the fifteen minutes. An additional five to stop for biscuits John gets terribly peckish on cases.” Lungs quivering in hunger inflate again and satisfaction crept into the corners of his lips, creasing cheeks and baring teeth.

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Moriarty:

  ‘ if you are going to lie to me,–––although i would highly NOT recommend it–––– i suggest making it more believable. ’ the criminal pouts. it isn’t the smirk that gives the obvious fib away, but the vocabulary the detective uses. horror is too black and white. no, sherlock holmes and james moriarty are more complex than horror and angel. how disappointing it would be if they were so easily defined that way. 

                ‘ but you do love playing the game, solving the puzzle. the POTENTIAL collateral damage involved is just––––extra motivation. ’ jim sits in the seat across from sherlock. he peers over at the abandoned tea mug. at this point in time, it is lukewarm at best. ‘ i will pass on it, thank you. ’

     “I leave fretting over collateral damage to others.” Not unlike his counterpart brazen in commandeering the occupancy of their flat. Fortuitous that John is absent given the  h i s t o r y  the two share. Whether for better or worse the scales have yet to weigh. On one hand, the handgun concealed on his person at all times would come in handy, a trigger reflex to end any and all future squabbles over  b r i l l i a n c e  and yet... The possibility of losing such a capable mind comparative to his own was...  l e s s  desirable for lack of a better connotation.

     “You’re clever, but I’m quicker.  A n y o n e  can set a game, it takes the remarkable to unravel the string.” Very well, if the Devil won’t drink his tea, Sherlock will, the delicate curve of one Royal Albert ivory handle pinched between index and thumb as he stoops to claim the second. A wrinkle of his nose at the rapid cooling liquid sploshing cold against his tongue.

     “And you hardly strike me as something so remarkable.” Lies, lies, again Sherlock? Provoking the capable to spur another game? How well that ended  l a s t  time? What has he got to lose but his only friend?

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     [ I realized a little late into the game that I hadn’t updated my tracked threads. That has been fixed and I’m off to work now. Give this a heart if you would like a starter! If you want to plot something out my IM’s are permanently open! ]

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     [ I realized a little late into the game that I hadn’t updated my tracked threads. That has been fixed and I’m off to work now. Give this a heart if you would like a starter! If you want to plot something out my IM’s are permanently open! ]

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@synallactic

     “Excuse me mind if I come in? Thank you.” On a 3.5% chance of the door actually being answered by someone so secretive, he would not get a second chance to enter the home. He took it at full gallop, nearly bowling over the smaller man in the process and in his hurry categorizing the details of the house as he whisked past. Curious.

     “Do you have a bathroom? The one on the plane was...misused.”

[enigmaticpenguinofdeath]

Mycroft Holmes + possessions

Umbrella s.1 ~ Propelling Pencil ~ Mobile Phone ~ Umbrella s.2 ~ Notebook ~ Pocket Watch ~ Briefcase ~ Cigarette Lighter

[scruffyshezza]

Sherlock Creative Challenge [x] ↳ [11] Under Appreciated Scene: Mycroft tearing up when apologizing to Sherlock...

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[sherlockundercover-deactivated2]

Very important post.

[azubre]

[taesumi]

You do count. You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you.

[sherl-oly-blog1]

Just three words…

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     [ Sitting at home staring at your computer screen wondering precisely why you’re doing nothing productive at all this given moment? Give this a like if you’re bored and want a bit of danger to liven up your evening. ]

[hannibael-deactivated20190403]

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(re-uploading because the old audio link broke) so this is what it sounds like when you fall in love with a piano theme from a show and add some other stuff to it, like, rain and reverb and i think it’s pretty fucking neat

[watsonofagun]

@aretalcger wants baby fun too.

         “Da-dy.”

Rosie was patting on her father’s chest, but stay curled and asleep John did on the floor, one hand loose on her side while the other was tucked under an armpit for warmth. She was being awfully good and not crying, entertained by the toys strewn on the carpet before her, but when she was more wide awake than John could be, the older Watson promptly fell asleep first, drained from the day’s work and simply caring for her.

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     Out and about for a round of fresh air to clear the lungs and blow away cobwebs collecting far too quickly on the idle gears of his mind he’d perhaps been away a  p i p  too long, returning home to find crumpled body in unappealing position. Raises alarms in an overactive imagination and sets nerves on edge, rushing to the scene of the crime only to discover a delighted Rosie’s toothless grin dribbling saliva down overtly pleased chin. A second satisfactory confirmation that his dearest (and only) best friend did not lay murdered in their flat while his  o b l i v i o u s  child played ‘wake daddy’ was that of a gentle wheezing. Partially blocked airways produced soft whistling and still Rosie berated her father with tiny fistfuls of false rage and stray projectiles thrown in a fit of ecstatic delight.

     “Ah ah, Rosie. Best let sleeping dogs lie.” He cooed, collecting tiny limbs in his open palms to lower them to her lap and, made all the easier for it, scoop tiny body from daddy dearest’s limb grasp. Poor sod deserved a good kip, it was no small feat to raise the child of an international spy and a restless and aggressive W.I.A doctor.

     “Shall we go over the case one more time? Your eyes are as fresh as they come and I’d love your insight.”

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@wtsns

     “Ingrown toenail on his left foot, walks with a slight gimp noticeable more when he turns and often stumbles despite having recognized the problem months in advance." The softest mutter, a milling detective pacing back and forth between kitchen table and poised high-back. A wild vagrancy to the acknowledgement of his companion until, bearing down on him with a burning curiosity, he whirls to fixate maddened blues on battle-worn visage.

     “If you, in the entirety of the known, could possess one singular power with full intent to rule land and sea both foreign and domestic, which would you choose?” Nostrils flare and though he disguises it well, the beginnings of a smile tug at pale lips.

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     [ That moment when you almost have a heart attack over reblogging a reply only to have the page turn into a massive wall of code. Thankfully, it posted. All is well. Drama over.

        Update: Added a link to all of my current threads on this blog and will continue to keep it updated as cases (threads) are taken for the sake of my sanity in this notificpocalypse and for the sake of my lovely partners. Please inform me if I have left any thread out! ]