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Independent | BBC Sherlock RP | Original Character | Under Construction

[creelsclocks-moved]

Henry isn’t often one for self-pity, but today is proving to be exceptionally heavy.  Days like these are growing more frequent  —-  as if he’s wading through waist-high treacle just to make distance anywhere.

       ❝ It seems that no matter what I do, it’s not right. ❞

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❝ —have you tried being wrong then, Henry? That’d be an interesting idea to consider, don't you think? ❞

Okay, so the other man probably isn't in the mood for humor ( yet humor has always seemed a better option than wallowing, unless there is something they can do about such foul thoughts ).

❝ In all seriousness, you do know you can talk to me, yeah? All you can do is your best, mate — and beating yourself up? Well, that's not going to help anything or anyone. No one is right all the time. Not even me, which probably comes as a surprise to you. ❞ Liam's words come with a wide smile, a sympathetic pat to Henry's shoulder offered gladly; still, the expression eventually sobers, the root of the issue still not addressed—

—and the rarity of the Henry's grave mood is not lost upon him.

❝ Spill it, Creel. What's happened to prompt this? ❞

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RP starters: Miscellaneous angst

content warning: suicidal thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have left you.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I’ll kill that son of a bitch who did this to you.”

“Please let me help you.”

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Don’t you dare to leave me, not now.”

“You didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Please tell me this is a nightmare.”

“Shh, it’s okay.. you’re safe now.”

“Why are you crying?”

“I can’t believe I did this to you.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“I don’t want you to die.”

“Talk to me.”

“I fucked up, alright? I’m sorry.”

“Where were you? I was so worried!”

“Stop saying you’re fine when you’re obviously not.”

“Seeing you like this hurts me.”

“I don’t want to live anymore.”

“Can you please just.. go away?”

“I’m worthless.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m going to die.”

“It’s nothing, I swear.”

“I don’t want to talk about it so just drop it.”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“Nobody would care if I’d just.. disappear.”

[mostlyfate]

it seems you people respond best to displays of violence.

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bbcmycroft:

     “You are, as you put charmingly put it, always a shit. I tend to enjoy that, admittedly.” He knows the glass brings this reaction, knows that Liam hates it - he was not to know that Liam would come into his office tonight. “I would like dinner, if you are still agreeable.” Mycroft puts the glass down for good measure.

“ If it’s something you actually want, you know damn well that I won’t deny you. ” Of course Liam’s agreement is partially the result of Mycroft putting that damned fucking glass down; it’s safer for the agent to reach out and take it himself, even if that earns him some kind of verbal smack later.

     ( Yet he does not sip from the glass now out of the politician’s reach. ) 

“ —Are we going out or staying in, then? ”

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Starter call, because this agent needs to meet more people. Length may vary! ♥

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twosidesofonecoin:

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      Sherlock arches a brow as the man steps into the room, idly plucking a few strings on his violin as keen blue eyes rake across him - already making his deductions. 

           “Yes?” 

Quiet steps - careful, because this is work and calculation is important. Necessary. Though Liam had been rather unwilling as of yet to stop off at Sherlock’s flat, the agent was not an idiot - assistance could prove incredibly useful, and it’d be ridiculous to not take advantage of such an opportunity.

( That, and there was no way in all hell that Liam was going to speak with Mycroft. )

“  — Right, yeah - uh. S’a bit interesting, sorry. Hearing about someone for so long and finally meeting them, you know? ” The man offers his hand, fingers steady as his own eyes flicker to Sherlock’s face -

            He’s deducing me, isn’t he?

( Well. At least that would save them from some pointless conversations, right? )

“ —You probably know why I’m —  I won’t insult your intelligence by assuming otherwise. I think my ah - company, we’ll call it - is in need of some help that most are far too cowardly to ask for. ”

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vtrevor:

     “I am excited!” Because it’s something Liam had wanted, something he said he could never justify buying for himself. Victor knew in that moment that he needed to buy them for Liam, either for Christmas or his birthday; Christmas came first, so here the gift is. “It’s okay that you didn’t wrap mine. I had too much time to do it tonight. Probably a little too much.” The gifts are beautiful paints and brushes, high end and top of the line. Very expensive, but so very worth the price of them both. Victor is grinning as Liam tears the wrappers open, so happy upon seeing the look on Liam’s face. “Online, technically.”

The brushes are beautiful. For a few moments Liam is rendered incapable of doing anything more than turning the delicate tools over in his hands, fingers smoothing themselves over the handles of brushes that - soon, god, please - will be used to create something beautiful. New. 

“ I love these. ” A soft admission as he smiles again, widely, eyes glancing up to the other man’s face. “ Really, I really, really fucking do. They’re bloody fucking brilliant - god, Vic - thank you. ”

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bbcmycroft:

     “No dinner?” Mycroft does raise a brow at that. “Since when do we not have dinner, agent?” The liquid in his glass warms his throat, sliding down easily as he finishes off the glass.

“ I only meant that you seem rather - ah - opposed to affection, at the moment, Myc. That’s all. ” 

The glass merely serves to worry the agent, Liam’s previous soft smile almost fading from his features - he hates when Mycroft drinks. Hates it so very, very much, as it’s often an indicator of a foul mood. “ I’m sorry if I chose a bad time to be - well. A shit. I can go, come back later. Anything you want, yeah? ” 

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“ Well - I meant that you should be careful around other agents who aren’t me, Sherlock. Not all of us are so understanding. ” A breath is drawn through pursed cheeks, calloused fingers twisting together out of habit; Liam doesn’t often speak about his own history, but honesty might prove to be more helpful than subtle encouragement -- especially with a man such as Sherlock.

“ ---I didn’t know I liked both men and women until Aaron asked me on a date, you know. ” Even then, Liam had been hesitant -- throughout his childhood, Ava had been the only stand-out - and hell, it took fucking years and joining MI6 to get past that particular blow. “ I know we’re not talking about me, and I know for fucking sure that not everyone is the same - but all I’m saying is, I probably wouldn’t have allowed myself to - well, be who I am, if it weren’t for him. Didn’t work out, obviously, but he’s a damn good friend. And -- gods, Sherlock -- you solve crimes! You rush into danger whenever you can - you can do this, you know. Really. Plus, I can totally kill them if they’re awful to you. ” He’s smiling at the small joke, finally taking a seat across from the other man.

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ofdeductiions:

          “Oh, please. Try not to brown your nose when you’re done kissing my ass.” Slender fingers pressed into the sockets of his eyes before he looked up, less than impressed. Sherlock seemed to have had that kind of aura around him that whole day; unhappy, restless, fidgety, but without a means to settle it.

          “Besides, that’s not the only problem. See, the person of interest in all this is, quite tragically, heterosexual, as far as I have been told and have observed.” There always seemed to be a glitch in his plans and desires. This one was simply a rather large, irritating one. “Plus there’s the possibility that he wouldn’t even understand the gesture itself, the arsehole.”

“ Those are fighting words there, detective. Best be careful around other agents. ” The man certainly is not offended though; indeed, Liam’s lips are curved towards the ceiling, laughter coming out in short bursts. “ And, ” he adds this as an afterthought, finally catching a bit of breath,  “ If I were to be kissing anyone’s arse, there would definitely be a problem if any brown came about. ”

The agent actually shudders for a small second, the thought certainly not a pleasant one -- still, Liam forces himself to focus as Sherlock speaks, eyebrows knitting together as the problem becomes a tad more complicated. “ Well - I don’t think there’s any harm in trying. You observe, yeah, but that isn’t always the end-all, be-all. People are fucking complicated, sexualities and all. You can’t know until you try, and wouldn’t it be better to just know for sure? Rejection sucks, but so does the ‘what if’ part. So hop to it - I better see you purchasing a ton of mini-presents, unless you’re going the pebble route. ” 

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ofdeductiions:

          “Dull. Boring. Predictable. Not to mention the fact that I really am unsure if I actually want him to know. I don’t wish to risk rejection, because it would have quite a damper on our current relations. He’d let it rule his interactions with me; he’s idiotic like that. But ignoring the factor of him entirely, do you think it might work? Wooing someone like a penguin? Perhaps not pebbles- but little trinkets, perhaps. …Though that would skew the results, as a secondary variable.”

“ Dull doesn’t always have to be boring, you know. For instance, you definitely enjoy some crap telly now and again - which is also fucking dull, but hey. Who am I to judge, right? ” 

The agent pauses for just a moment, fingers tucking away the mobile he’d previously been texting on. “ Well --- I think whatever you do will work, Sherlock. Though someone should probably tell you that you don’t need trinkets. You’re enough on your own, you know. ”

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ofdeductiions:

          “Did you know that male penguins court females by bringing them the smoothest and most perfect pebbles they can find? …I want to test it on someone, but that would indicate my own affections, that of which I’m not inclined to share at the moment.”

“ I did know that, actually. Ava used to talk my ear off about penguins and dolphins whenever we’d go down to the aquarium. Hard to forget something that’s mentioned hundreds of times, you know? But - I mean, fuck, Sherlock -- if I’m to be honest - why not just tell the person you like so much that you like them? Why pebbles? ”

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There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

Laurell K. Hamilton, Mistral’s Kiss (via wnq-writers)

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vtrevor:

     “Nope, I definitely mean on the table.” He smiles into the kiss, pressing almost eagerly into it. Victor’s missed the other man, and he sighs quietly, because he hasn’t seen Liam in so long and he wants nothing more than to have the man beside him and never let him go. But first, presents. “You’re not late,” he says as he pulls away slightly. “Can’t be late when you don’t even know when you can come home.” The professor is just glad Liam made it home in time for the holiday. “You have presents to open.” The two wrapped gifts are still on the table.

“Fuck, you’re very excited about this present thing. Is it a new puppy? Will it suffocate if I wait a moment or two to kiss the ever-lasting shit out of you?” And Liam does lean down to kiss Victor again, presents be damned at the moment - he’s missed this, missed the man now sitting so close to him. But - well, Victor pulls away a bit, and so Liam lets out a sigh and turns. “I haven’t wrapped yours yet, since I’ve only just gotten back.” Soon though, his fingers are tearing open the far-too-pristine wrapping around - “Fuck! Victor - where did you even get these?”

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     “Happy Christmas, love.” Victor had stayed up for the other man, knowing he would be home late. Victor wanted to be the first person to wish Liam a merry Christmas. He’s sat in the living room, wine on the table and their two dogs one either side of him, though Picasso is already waking upon hearing his owner. “Your gift is on the table.” It’s wrapped perfectly with a bow right on top. “I hope you like it.” Victor is excited for Liam to open it, and he’s grinning eagerly.

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“ Merry Christmas, Victor. ” Everything inside of Liam is tired; a long work week had driven him away from home for the majority of the damn time, and he’d hardly seen the other man at all for nearly a fucking fortnight. Still, Liam is grinning as he sets down his bag and closes the distance between himself and the other, fingers already threading through Victor’s dark hair. “ I think you meant to say that my gift is sitting in between the pups on the couch, yeah? ” The agent presses down, the corners of his lips turned up as he kisses the other’s mouth. “ I’m sorry I’m late. ”