Just Clara

Clara Ní Bhríain. Owner of 'Bookishly Charming' book and tea shop. Used to be married to Harry Watson. Just another Irish girl trying to survive in London.

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thedrunkenoldersister

Harry chuckled softly. “Who says he can’t be both?.. I’m better now, I’m doing well.”

“Really? That’s fantastic - I’m glad to hear it.” Clara’s lips quirked into a small smile. “It’s nice to see you smiling again.”

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Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Can you be anymore obvious?"

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”



”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Like you even care."

"Little too late, don't you think?"

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Obviously there is something between us."

"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Quiet, I am trying to think."

"Relax, I have a plan."

"Really?"

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."

"Very good, you had me fooled."

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

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governmentofficial

“John’s the exception. And don’t call me showy. You don’t know me well enough to call me anything.”

“I’m merely going by what I do know. You said your high horse was justified. That’s a little bit showy. Plus, you dress quite ostentatiously. That suit looks like it’s worth more than my whole bookshop.”

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~ @bbcmycroft ~

                                    Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Normally Clara loved working in the shop. She enjoyed meeting new customers and stacking the shelves with new books. The shop was her safe space. However today was dragging. Every minute felt like an hour and at this rate it felt like 6 o’clock was never going to arrive. Leaning against the counter, she rested her chin in her hand, letting out a soft tut as she glanced around the empty shop. It was a shame really. People just didn’t seem to be buying books anymore. Her eyes lifted as she doorbell rang, her lips quirking into a friendly smile.

                   “Hi there and welcome - Anything I can help you with?”

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The golden inlay, breath-taking paintings and stained glass did not compare to the simple leather bound book in terms of comfort or beauty. The Mass finished but he continued to read, imprinting the message onto his soul in hopes to patch up the small voids left by committed sin. Three times a week he mended his spirit, sewing it together with the word of God and the congregation of kindred souls.

Sherrinford stood, tucking the heavily annotated bible under his arm, and brought himself to the front. A few votive candles remained unlit. The man bowed his head in silent prayer

‘Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae. Et in        Iesum Christum, Filium eius unicum, Dominum nostrum….’

Afterwards he murmured a prayer for the deceased and one asking for guidance in life. The candle burned, kindling hope and devotion in his chest. He went through the motion of the cross, “In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.” And turned away -only to collide with another practitioner.

“Ah, pardon me.” He said, flustered, and instantly bent with her to gather her possessions. They spoke simultaneously with flushed faces. “I was lost in thought. Forgive me.” Sherrinford held out his hand to help her stand, “Ah, no, I-” He smiled, “-Am Sherrinford Holmes.”

Clara was mortified. Her purse, perfume, rosary beads, various pieces of makeup, and hairbrush had spilled out onto the ground, making small clattering noises as they hit the marble floor. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t mind. She was used to running into strangers. London was a much busier place than any city in Ireland. So she’d become quite skilled at picking up everything she’d dropped and falling back into line with the crowd. This was different, however. They were in a church. If her mother was here, she’d probably give her a clatter round the ear and tell her to stop making a show of herself.

She gave a grateful smile as he bent down to help her gather everything together. It was refreshing to see someone actually helping. Ordinarily they just wrinkled their noses and carried on with their day. “It was my fault. I’m so sorry. I completely misjudged which direction you were going in.” Her lips curled into a wry smile, eyes crinkling. “It’s amazing that I passed my driver’s test really. Spatial awareness clearly isn’t my forté.” Taking his hand, Clara allowed herself to be helped up, trying her best to will away the flush that had risen to her cheeks. How embarrassing. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sherrinford Holmes. I’m Clara. Clara Ní Bhríain. And I promise I don’t usually try to knock out fellow church-goers.“ Her attempt at a joke was feeble and she inwardly scolded herself. For once in her life, she wished she’d realise when to stop talking. Then again, she feared silence would only make it more awkward. Or she could just nod at him and walk away. Probably the best option. Walk away, Clara.

                                                                 Walk. Away.

                                                   “Did you enjoy today’s sermon?”

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~ @brilliancesquared ~

              “The Mass is ended, go in peace to love and serve the Lord”

                                      “Thanks be to God.”

  Hands clasped and head bowed, Clara said her final prayers before blessing herself and getting to her feet, standing and watching as the priest left the altar. She waited until he had disappeared into the sacristy before taking a moment to let the crowds disperse slightly. It really was a beautiful mass - The church was phenomenal. Spacious and tall with beautiful stained glass windows that illuminated the altar with flecks of colour. She felt like she could stay there for hours, reflecting on her innermost thoughts. There was just something so peaceful and safe about kneeling there in the pew. 

Moving from her seat she genuflected before heading towards the candles to the left of the altar. There was already another man standing there, lighting a candle, his head bowed ever so slightly. Clara stood a small distance away from him, not wanting to interrupt. As he turned to walk away, she moved closer to the candles. In an attempt to sidestep around him, she ended up knocking into his shoulder, her bag dropping to the ground with a dull thud. “I’m so sorry - I -...” A pause. “Well - I don’t really have an excuse. My attempts to side-step around you didn’t exactly work out how I’d planned.” Clara gave him a sheepish smile before bending down to pick up her bag, grabbing the few items that’d fallen from it. “Sorry, again.”

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;;Starter call! Like this for a starter?

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FLATTERY—would get this girl no where—Sherlock turned to the woman who was after JOHN WATSON and frowned slightly at the sight of her; what could she want with him, more importantly—WHY.

           Stylish—Front woman—Shop?                        Hair salon?                                    Shop—Hands—Worn—                                                Paper cut.                        Pencil pusher?                                    No.                                                Publisher?            Not quite.                                    Book keep.

“Why would a book keep be looking for JOHN?”

Sherlock wasn’t going to disclose where his best friend lived on the account of SOME WOMAN looking for him—although, at the moment she was looking in the wrong place, and Sherlock needed to find out WHY she had turned up on his door step, the last thing he wanted was to possibly contradict John in a situation between TWO WOMEN.

An eyebrow quirked, lips twitching into an amused smile as she watched him inspect her. She could almost see his mind at work, turning over thoughts as he tried to come to a conclusion about her - It was fascinating really. She’d heard of his skills, but she’d never seen it in person. His intelligence was unparalleled and if she was honest, she’d much rather stay talking to him instead of trying to find John. However she’d felt bad for not staying in touch with him after the divorce. In her attempt to wipe all memories of Harry from her life, she’d accidentally gotten rid of John too - Something which she hadn’t anticipated. He’d always been a source of comfort to her - More of a friend than most people had been. And she’d just discarded him as quickly as she’d signed the divorce papers.

                                                               “Remarkable.” 

                                                                   A pause.

              “Well - if you can figure out that I’m a book keep, surely you should be able to figure out what I want him for.” Her lips curled into a wry smile before she lifted a shoulder in a quick shrug. “Don’t worry, I’m not some harlot come to destroy his marriage. I was actually hoping to meet this famous Mary Morstan. I’ve heard great things.” Clara nodded, hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Clara. Clara Ní Bhríain. Although, if John’s ever mentioned me - He’s probably referred to me as ‘Harry’s ex’.” A soft sigh left her lips. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been in touch with John recently and I was rather hoping that he’d be here. He was very good to me when my marriage was in tatters and I’m afraid I didn’t exactly help our friendship by dropping him from my life when things with the divorce were finalised.”

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“I don’t really have the money to buy you out and neither the time nor the interest that would be necessary to start my own bookshop. I’m here for more of a work thing than a personal one. Well- actually a bit of both, I suppose.”

“A work thing? Well - Now you’ve really caught my interest. What is it?”

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