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@emma-marie-holmes
It has been a while hasn’t it?
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❝ for once in your life, can you realise you can’t get everything YOUR way? ❞ he shouted, jaw clenched as he tried but failed miserably not to get angry. ❝ i don’t need your judgement. there isn’t a single think that you’re saying that i haven’t already said to myself. ❞
“Well, maybe you need to hear it from someone else!” Pinching the bridge of her nose, Emma took a deep breath to calm herself. “It’s been a year Bucky. I think it’s time you stopped hiding. That’s all I’m saying.”
three word starters.
adeloes:
❛ please don’t go. ❜ ❛ don’t turn around. ❜ ❛ suck my ass. ❜ ❛ what’s for dinner? ❜ ❛ drunk i’m not. ❜ ❛ where’s your coat? ❜ ❛ bring some beers. ❜ ❛ are you home? ❜ ❛ say my name. ❜ ❛ i can’t go.❜ ❛ well fuck me. ❜ ❛ are you sick? ❜ ❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜ ❛ you’re all wet. ❜ ❛ don’t look back. ❜ ❛ run far away.❜ ❛ you are screwed. ❜ ❛ damn it’s hot. ❜ ❛ get here easily? ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. ❜ ❛ it’s cold out. ❜ ❛ just leave me. ❜ ❛ i like you. ❜ ❛ talk to me. ❜
{Open RP}
“You can sit down if you like.”
“Funny,” she replied, looking downcast, “you’re not the first person to say that.” She walked over to the window staring out at the city, rethinking her earlier decisions. “I’ve applied to more than one school, obviously. The idea of living in New York just appealed to me, it was also the first school to respond.
“Naturally he’d say that, or did you think he would be completely jovial about it?” He referred to their father as he watched her walked over to the window. “You’ve decided to attend the first school you’ve heard from? Bit illogical.”
“Maybe you’re both right. Although, I’d rather not tell father that. He becomes insufferable when told.” She sighed before turning around to face him. “So do you have any recommendations then? Schools I should hold out for? I’d rather not go home empty handed.11111′
“That’s funny. He said the same thing yesterday. Although it was more ‘you are far too much like your mother.’”
{🌼} “Well, I should HOPE so, since we’re both your parents. What about some breakfast then, whilst we wait? Tell you what, if he takes his time, we’ll go get him ourselves.”
“Sound lovely. Anyway, I doubt he’ll take longer than usual. As you said, he knows how much Christmas means to you. And Uncle John promised to try his best in getting him home in time for presents. ”
{OPEN}
emma-marie-holmes:
“I suppose so. Are you waiting for my father? Because you’ll be disappointed to know he’s busy and won’t have time for your games.”
jimmoral:
❝Silly goose - I know all about your Father, and his little adventure. I’m here to see you.❞
“You came here for me?” Emma thought over the past year, wondering what could have pulled Moriarty’s attention from her father onto her. “Why?”
Don't touch that. Trust me.
“Please tell me it’s one of Da’s things and thus somewhat normal…”
“You think we can manage it?”
“Is that even a valid question? All we have to do is open it.”
“Fair enough.” Good thing the two were on their own at the current moment. William reached forwards for the parcel and piercing the tape that held the brown paper on it with a single fingernail.
Emma watched with anticipation, the way in which only a child of Sherlock Holmes could, as her brother reached for the parcel. However, before he could open it, she heard a sound resonate from outside the flat.
“Did you hear that?”
Send “☂” To find my muse standing in the rain.
Send “☁” for my muse to find yours in the rain.
“Oh come on, Uncle. It could be worse.”
“It could be, but I wish not to imagine that.”
“It couldn’t be because in 2010 Grandmother decided a family Christmas holiday was a good idea, is it? I thought you enjoyed that trip.”
“Because as your sister i felt that it would be nice to tell you I got into NYU. Figured you would care that I was leaving the country.”
“All the options of incredibly prestigious universities and you select an American school and NYU no less?” He couldn’t understand her reasoning but shrugged. “Alright.”
“Funny,” she replied, looking downcast, “you’re not the first person to say that.” She walked over to the window staring out at the city, rethinking her earlier decisions. “I’ve applied to more than one school, obviously. The idea of living in New York just appealed to me, it was also the first school to respond.
Don't touch that. Trust me.
“Please tell me it’s one of Da’s things and thus somewhat normal…”
“You think we can manage it?”
“Is that even a valid question? All we have to do is open it.”
Don't touch that. Trust me.
“Please tell me it’s one of Da’s things and thus somewhat normal…”
“And there’d be a rather recognizable odour if it were.“
“The entire place would smell of it. It’s in a concealed box, so maybe it’s some old papers. Something from the 1600s or so. Although why they gave it to Dad i have no idea.”
“Clearly some old unsolved one, if it is. Something he requested for entertainment or having some pertinence to a more recent one.”
“Or maybe’s he’s testing us? Da would have opened it by now. Maybe he wants to see if we’re as curios as him.”
“Or it's a bomb, sent by one of his enemies. And knowing Da’d open it in curiosity - boom.”
“He’d open so he could attempt to dismantle I within the time given. Because he’d done it before.”
“And here I thought I was one of your favorites.” She hadn’t expected him to actually answer the door. She stepped past him and into the flat, noting that this was her first and possible only time in it. “Dad was going to come by but i figured it would be better if it was me.”
“I’d thought you’d realize by now I don’t really have favourites.” he grumbled as she stepped into his flat, closing the door behind her. “Care to explain why this is better?”
“Because as your sister i felt that it would be nice to tell you I got into NYU. Figured you would care that I was leaving the country.”
Don't touch that. Trust me.
“Please tell me it’s one of Da’s things and thus somewhat normal…”
“And there’d be a rather recognizable odour if it were.“
“The entire place would smell of it. It’s in a concealed box, so maybe it’s some old papers. Something from the 1600s or so. Although why they gave it to Dad i have no idea.”
“Clearly some old unsolved one, if it is. Something he requested for entertainment or having some pertinence to a more recent one.”
“Or maybe’s he’s testing us? Da would have opened it by now. Maybe he wants to see if we’re as curios as him.”
emma-marie-holmes:
“You can’t blame him for going, Mum. It’s his job. Besides he said it won’t take long.”
{🌼} “You sound JUST like him, you know. It’s Christmas! There’s no excuse for missing out on Christmas ! I guess we’d better wait for him, then.” Not that she was especially pleased about it.
“That’s funny. He said the same thing yesterday. Although it was more ‘you are far too much like your mother.’”