[lxteireneadler]

@yourdearestwatson

“I was hoping you would be Sherlock” Irene commented from the window of 221b, American accent clear in her voice her Perisian perfume lingering in the room. One only to be worn by Irene Adler.

[yourdearestwatson]

John sighed and took off his jacket. “And I thought you were him.” He looked at her with a frown, “why is it I always get to see you?”

[lxteireneadler]

Irene gave a slight smirk deciding to seat herself down in the chair. “You really don’t like me do you?” Irene asked her eyes upon John “Where is Sherlock?”

[yourdearestwatson]

John decided not to answer the first question, but it was clear with the tightening of his jaw and the cross of his arms what it would be. He tilted his head slightly, “why do you need to know?”

[lxteireneadler]

“Let’s just say I owe him something” Irene replied her eyes upon John as she spoke. She seemed to watch him like a hawk. “So, where is he?” She asked again

[yourdearestwatson]

John pursed his lips like he’d eaten something sour. “Out.” He replied curtly. “He’ll be back in a few hours.” Just then, a small girl came in with Mrs. Hudson and clutched to his leg. He picked her up and paid her and picked up the child. “You could go and come back or you could help me with Ellie.”

[lxteireneadler]

Irene looked toward the child within Johns hands with a slightly raised eyebrow. She had travelled quite far and she knew that she did not wish to come back. "I can help with Ellie" She offered, funnily enough Irene was good with children despite her hesitation. She gave the girl a small yet kind smile a smile she only gave children. Irene decided to sit down upon the sofa at that point moving away the handbag just in case. "I wanted to give Sherlock something that...didn't belong to me back." Irene explained "He saved my life and I owe him what I took"

[lxteireneadler]

@yourdearestwatson

“I was hoping you would be Sherlock” Irene commented from the window of 221b, American accent clear in her voice her Perisian perfume lingering in the room. One only to be worn by Irene Adler.

[yourdearestwatson]

John sighed and took off his jacket. “And I thought you were him.” He looked at her with a frown, “why is it I always get to see you?”

[lxteireneadler]

Irene gave a slight smirk deciding to seat herself down in the chair. “You really don’t like me do you?” Irene asked her eyes upon John “Where is Sherlock?”

[yourdearestwatson]

John decided not to answer the first question, but it was clear with the tightening of his jaw and the cross of his arms what it would be. He tilted his head slightly, “why do you need to know?”

[lxteireneadler]

"Let's just say I owe him something" Irene replied her eyes upon John as she spoke. She seemed to watch him like a hawk. "So, where is he?" She asked again

[hirxeth]

About Time (2013) dir. Richard Curtis

[lxteireneadler]

@whatwatson Irene turned upon her heels upon hearing the door of 221b open, normally she would be waiting for Sherlock having broken into the flat as was to be expected. Though in seeing John she could not help but feel relief. "For once I was hoping it was you" Irene admitted, American accent clear in her voice. "I need some doctor assistance.." She hated to admit to it, but the pain in her ankle was driving her insane.

[holmestheory]

       “–OR!!! I can shoot you and save myself the time of trying to get         you caught. I may have to charm my way into getting away with it,         but Mycroft loves me too much to allow harm my way.”

[lxteireneadler]

Irene looked toward Sherlock, jewels in her hands. She gave a tilt of her head and an unconvinced look. Her distinctive Perisian perfume lingering in the air, soft brunette curls resting on her shoulders. "Sherlock" She began American accent clear "You wouldn't shoot me. You and I both know that. If you shoot me where would be the fun in that?" Irene asked taking steps closer toward him, the ancient jewels still in her grip. She came face to face with him, her eyes looking into his, pressing the tip of the gun to her chest, if he did shoot at least at close impact it would mean a quick death on her part.

[lxteireneadler]

@letsplaymurder "You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked"

[lxteireneadler]

@yourdearestwatson

“I was hoping you would be Sherlock” Irene commented from the window of 221b, American accent clear in her voice her Perisian perfume lingering in the room. One only to be worn by Irene Adler.

[yourdearestwatson]

John sighed and took off his jacket. “And I thought you were him.” He looked at her with a frown, “why is it I always get to see you?”

[lxteireneadler]

Irene gave a slight smirk deciding to seat herself down in the chair. "You really don't like me do you?" Irene asked her eyes upon John "Where is Sherlock?"

[lxteireneadler]

I want to give this account life...

[lxteireneadler]

@yourdearestwatson "I was hoping you would be Sherlock" Irene commented from the window of 221b, American accent clear in her voice her Perisian perfume lingering in the room. One only to be worn by Irene Adler.

[lxteireneadler]

@theimpossibleeccentric

Irene stood at the window fiddling eyeing the view of Baker Street, she awaited for Sherlock to come home, of course picking at the lock was an easy thing for her to do. She heard the door open and a smirk appeared on her features “You’re late Holmes” She stated simply, her american accent clear.

[amanandgoodatit]

@lxteireneadler

“Well that’s just ridiculous.”

[lxteireneadler]

"This is Sherlock.. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't worried about him. He even knows that much."

[lxteireneadler]

My dog is being put down today so if I'm not with it that's why

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever committed a crime.

[outlawiism-archived2]

Reminder. If you’re rping a canon character and feeling insecure about your writing, or fearing replacement, simply remember that your muse is not just a duplicate. No one else will be able to breathe life into that character the way you do. No one else will feel the exact way you feel about your muse. There will be people who value your muse and never stop writing with you no matter what. There will be people who appreciate your portrayal, no matter how many other versions are out there. Always remember why you made your blog. Never let anyone or anything cast your passion out of your heart !!

[astudyinholmes-a]

     “It’s becoming a legitimate          problem that I hate people.”

Sherlock has been having to deal with a remarkably idiotic group of clients today,   and it’s WEARING on his patience.

[lxteireneadler]

"Holmes, you always hated people." Irene remarked from the door, removing her coat. Her American accent clear, her Parisian perfume her usual trademark lingered in the air. Irene gave a small sigh placing her coat on the back of the chair, "I hope that doesn't mean me too" Irene added on.

[lxteireneadler]

It's nearly 1;30 in the morning here so any replies or whatevs shall be tomorrow when I wake up

[lxteireneadler]

                 “It was not that he felt any                               emotion akin to love for Irene Adler.”