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HEROES ARE MADE BY THE PATHS THEY CHOOSE, NOT THE POWERS THEY ARE GRACED WITH
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eastwiind - - EURUS
Contrary to Molly’s belief, the confrontation goes relatively smoothly…or, at least, in Eurus’ eyes. In hindsight, it may have been a catastrophic mess involving a lot of shattered mugs and shouting, but in the end, they’d walked out unscathed and Sherlock had reluctantly promised to cease his insane choice of investigation. Mycroft had then (also reluctantly) thanked Molly for her assistance and ushered the two of them back into the car, taking them back to St. Bart’s.
Eurus silently follows the pathologist as they return to her office, the discarded drawing redirecting her attention once again as she peers at it for a few moments. She doesn’t take her coat off. Instead, she turns back to the door before looking over at Molly again. “I am considering going to a gallery this evening. With any luck, it won’t be disappointing.” Her blue eyes roam to the tip of her shoe, head tilting slightly. “If that is appealing to you, I will see you there.”
What a STRANGE thing to experience. Molly would have never anticipated such a turn of events, she never thought she had any power whatsoever over Sherlock. It’s definitely an odd thing and one she’ll keep turning, twisting and mulling over in her mind for probably days to come. Starting right away, as it seems, because she keeps silent through the entire ride back to Barts’ facilities, lost in her mind, recollecting everything that happened while it was still fresh in her mind. She’s been given knowledge about the power she possessed but wasn’t aware of.
She’s brought back by Eurus’ words, voice gentle and somewhat. . . timid? Not too sure about that, it’s always so very hard to read the Holmes’ siblings. “Uhm, yeah, SURE. At what hour should I be there?” Getting out and seeing new places, meeting new people was always interesting in Molly’s mind. Sure, she will probably be a bit exhausted from the day’s events and her work, but she honestly had worse and a night out sounded like something she could use. If nothing else than at least to clear her head a bit.
pianomxn - - DREW
❛ Really? Because I’m good with words! ❜ Actually, he isn’t and she knows it. He knows it too, just as the pair know that Drew cannot enter into a fight without losing. Memories of the old days coming to his mind, accompanied by their respective colors that he held so dear to his heart. But the subject is dropped with a slight chuckle, changing it to a merrier proposal of a day. ❛ Great! I’m free for the day, busy at night but what I love about my job is that we can continue hanging out even when I’m working. ❜ he grins, shoving his hands into his pockets. ❛ So, starting our catching up right now? We could go for a way late coffee or even a drink if you’d like! ❜
“Really. He’s not as bad as I painted him to be.” He’s worse, actually, but she chose to keep that information to herself, for OBVIOUS reasons. The further she can keep the two men away from each other the better. An excited little squeak escapes her throat and she jumps in her place, much like a giddy little girl who had just been allowed to stay at her friend’s house for the night. A quick check of the watch on her wrist and Molly quickly shakes her head. “It’s a bit too early for a drink, even for us. But I do know a fantastic coffee shop not far from here.” Sure, in comparison a pint of beer sounded better than a cup of hot java, but they still have the entire day, and potentially night to keep each other tipsy company.
richxmoriarty - - ???
Well, forget the French but shit- he was not expecting to find anyone in there, not so late. Technically no one should have been there, he had checked the best moment for this incursion - and yet it looked like someone had a lot of work to do in there. Why the heck would someone work off the clock in a morgue, he cursed through his teeth as the surprise made him reach instinctively for his gun, though he was careful not to take it out. He had no intention to turn this into a messy job, if he could avoid it: he wanted this to be a smooth job, although he guessed now his hope that no one would have ever even known he had been there was long gone now. Shit. For the split of a second he considered going along with what she said, pretending to be a journalist and then trying to persuade her to let him take a look- even though it was going to be hard, but he prided himself of a certain charm- but then…
Now, it couldn’t be just a coincidence. Brown hair, ponytail, no make-up and working in this very morgue- it couldn’t not be her. His brother had described her rather vaguely, of course- no point in being detailed when he just wanted Richard to know who was inside this weird game him and this Sherlock guy had- but it couldn’t be anyone but her. Oh, this was going to be fun, he thought with a large smile as he closed the door behind them carelessly. “Miss Hooper, of course.” he exclaimed, walking towards her with his arms open wide like a friend. He didn’t pay attention to the bodies on the slabs- he was too entranced by the coincidence of her being there (and trying to make a point not to) – and took her hand in his, kissing the back with a loud smack: “I can’t believe the coincidence- of all the people that could have been here, I find you.”
His behavior, the RISE of energy as though a light switch would have been flicked on, left Molly all the more flustered, jumping in her place at his loud exclamation and watching him with wide eyes, as though a deer caught in headlights. He was too comfortable for her taste; and not because she was overly sensitive about people BREACHING her personal space. It was because from this close there is no way he would not recognize that the man lying on a slab behind her, and realize that it was in fact a fraud and not the infamous consulting detective.
As his lips press into her skin she tries to come up with a plan on how to get him out of the room. “Who ARE you?” She repeats her question, voice quivering ever so slightly. Because of some random man who had no common decency the entire plan is in a threat to fall apart. At that moment she wished for nothing more than Mycroft to be a nosy little rat and spy on the security cameras installed in the morgue. Then he could fix this problem, because she was not as smart.
Still, something had to be done. “People who are not employed by Barts are not allowed to be there. So if you WOULDN’T MIND, we should take this into the hall.” Weak excuse, considering that relatives and policemen were allowed into the facilities too. Molly could only hope that the odd man didn’t know the rules, however, and would dutifully follow her outside. She decides to go with the pity card —— very rarely used but most of the time quite effective. Brown eyes grow wider and her fingers wrap around his hand, tugging on it gently. “Please, sir. If they find you here I might get fired.”
boldlysaving - - LEONARD
he’s brushing blood of his hands, watching as the paramedics took away the man that they had saved with limited supplies & almost no time at all. “ we do what we can to save people. “ a hand is held out to shake hers before he notes the blood on it & retreats it. “ leonard mccoy. “
It’s not her usual line of work, time is never truly of the essence, not like it was in this case. She found it stressful BUT exhilarating. Adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, making her feel as though her own skin was too tight to contain all of the buzz left. The admiration Molly had for the man had reached new highs after seeing him so cool and collected. Except for the small slip up of the bloody hand. “Molly Hooper,” A quick smile, and nod of her head. “I do so hope they take good care of him.”
angrylooking - - ALYSSA
❛ HONESTLY, IT’S .. NOT REALLY all that dangerous. worse anybody’ll do is CALL THE COPS or somethin’, ‘nd if that happens.. well, i ‘ope you can RUN in them shoes. ❜
“I’ll run as fast AS POSSIBLE even if these shoes are not very comfortable ———— I’d rather NOT tarnish my clean record.”
astudyinholmes - - SHERLOCK
@mollv liked for a starter.
waking up brings instant pain, and he regrets passing out on Molly’s sofa. but it felt good to sleep, despite the ache in his bones. sleep had not been an easy thing for him as of late, what between adjusting to life as a single parent and getting used to the abrupt absence of his wife. but the woman at the mortuary, Molly Hooper, she’d turned out to be a big help.
with a groan, he sits up and a blanket falls off him. she must have covered him up, too. eyes scan the unfamiliar territory, searching for his infant-daughter. but neither she nor Molly are in sight, and he presumes the child is either asleep or in the care of the woman. recent weeks had proven Molly trustworthy, and he felt little concern for the first morning in quite some time.
checking his watch, he sees it’s early, and quietly wanders around to look for one of two thing, a) his daughter or b) a toilet. whichever comes first, he decides, staying quiet until he knows if he’s at risk of waking anyone. coming into the kitchen, he leans on the doorframe.
Sherlock must have been WELL AND TRULY spent of all energy if the wails of a child booming in the little apartment didn’t wake him up. But they did pull Molly out of her sleep. And so she found herself half running half tip-toeing to the guest room where the cot for Sherlock’s daughter was put, all thoughts of sleep going out through the window. It had to be some sort of motherly instinct, right? Even if she didn’t have children of her own, this had to be something developed over centuries of evolution, a trait she didn’t know she had until presented with a child.
It proved to be quite a task to figure out what Meridian wanted —— instincts or not, the universe didn’t provide her with VAST KNOWLEDGE of how to take care of babies —— but eventually the wails turned to displeased whining turned to silence interrupted here and there with soft chapping as the girl suckled on a bottle with warm baby formula.
Creak of leather sofa, an audible male groan and Molly’s whispering to the girl about her father being awake. Would her hands NOT be occupied, she would set out to brew some fresh coffee, alas that is not the case, and she remains standing where she stood, slowly swaying the little bundle in her arms.
plan a romance novel to find out which greek muse you are ( repost, don’t reblog )
YOU GOT: POLYHYMNIA
The Muse of Song – When it comes to romance novels, you like them sweet and pure. The simplicity of the traditional stories, the comfort of a happy ending and the silly but swoon-worthy tropes are what you live for.
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RULES : you can only say guilty or innocent . you are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you . repost , don’t reblog !
Asked someone to marry you ? - Innocent. Kissed one of your friends ? - Guilty. Danced on a table in a bar / tavern ? - Guilty. Ever told a lie ? - Guilty. Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have ? - Guilty. Ever kissed someone of the same sex ? - Guilty. Kissed a picture ? - Guilty. Slept until 5pm ? - Guilty. Fallen asleep at work / school ? - Innocent. Held a snake ? - Innocent. Been suspended from school ? - Innocent. Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant ? - Guilty. Stolen something ? - Guilty. Been fired from a job ? - Guilty. Done something you regret ? - Guilty. Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose ? - Guilty. Caught a snowflake on your tongue ? - Guilty. Kissed in the rain ? - Guilty. Sat on a roof top ? - Guilty. Kissed someone you shouldn’t ? - Guilty. Sang in the shower ? - Guilty. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on ? - Guilty. Shaved your head ? - Innocent. Slept naked ? - Guilty. Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry ? - Guilty. Shot a gun ? - Innocent. Still love someone you shouldn’t ? - Guilty. Have / had a tattoo ? - Innocent. Liked someone , but will never tell who ? - Guilty. Been too honest ? - Guilty. Ruined a surprise ? - Guilty. Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said ? - Guilty. Still have communication w/ your ex ? - Guilty. Cheated on someone ? - Innocent. Got so angry that you cried ? - Guilty. Tried to stay away from someone for their own good ? - Guilty. Thoughts about suicide ? - Guilty. Thoughts about murder ? - Innocent. How about mass murder ? - Innocent. Stalked someone ? - Guilty. Had a girlfriend / boyfriend ? - Guilty. Gotten totally drunk during a holiday ? - Guilty.
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YOUR LOVE TYPE ——— THE THINKER (INTP)
In love, you are honest and serious about commitment. You try to be the best partner possible. For you, closeness is something you think about and desire a lot of the time. Your sweetie also tends to be your best friend.
Overall, you are pure in your affection and feelings. You don't let anyone astray, and you are honorable in your intentions. However, you tend to be suspicious and distrusting at times. You've been burned before, and it hurt!
Best matches: ENTJ and ESTJ
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richxmoriart - - ???
It was like a sort of morbid, sick treasure hunt. Of course, Richard had never had a doubt that sooner or later he would have found himself in a morgue because of Jim: whether on an autopsy table or to recognise his dead body he had never been sure, up until the text his brother, or someone for him, had sent him to annouce his death - but that he would have had to do this, he thought as he opened yet another of those refrigerators to look at another dead man’s feet right into his face with a tag around one of his toes, he would have never imagined it. “Nothing- try again.” he sighed, closing the door as quietly as possible. He was not supposed to be there, and he had a long way to go- this morgue was huge, and after two rooms of dead bodies he was starting to wonder if they might have got rid of Jim’s body- unlikely, but not impossible, since they likely were not expecting any family member to look for him. And in fact, that was not what he wanted, or he would have simply asked like any normal people. But he needed his phone and anything else Jim might have had on himself when he shot himself, before they would fall in the hands of Scotland Yard - and knowing his brother, God knew that they might have found something inside his body as well. He wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that he might have swallowed an USB pen drive just to make his life hard one last time, he thought as he made sure the corridor was clear before heading towards the third - and hopefully last - room.
[ @mollv ]
In some way this was too MORBID even for her. Not the part of having to falsify Sherlock’s records, to commit a fraud by claiming him dead. It made her question her own morals and beliefs and how far they could be stretched out when it comes to the consulting detective, true. But this wasn’t morbid. Not like it was seeing a past lover — even if all of it was pretend on his side — laid out atop her slab, back of his skull shot clean off, lips still twisted in a winning, mocking smile. To think that she’ll need to perform an autopsy on him; a shiver ran down her spine even at the idea.
It’s probably that thought that makes her turn to another slab, one on the other side of the morgue, one which held a man of striking resemblance to Sherlock. It still hardly brings Molly any comfort, but at least it wasn’t the real deal and at least cutting into his chest won’t feel like the final dot. THE REAL consulting detective was probably already off to some foreign country to start tearing apart Moriarty’s web. Well, might as well start getting the corpse rid of Sherlock’s clothing; John could walk in any moment and catch on with the lie. And besides, as soon as she does the autopsies she’ll be able to go on. 30 hours of consciousness and counting are not bidding well with her.
Maybe that’s the reason why she jumped so high when someone brushed in through the swinging door. A loud gasp, a hand clutched to her chest, but she still has half a thought to stand in front of the curly man’s face, to hide it from the eyes which could recognize all the wrong features. “Who are you?” Molly asks when she manages to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth, eyebrows furrowing. “Journalists are NOT ALLOWED here.”
atomicblnd - - LORRAINE
a smile stretches along her lips, quite honest in nature. that, they could drink to. ‘ why it was my pleasure. ’ lorraine offers before raising the glass to her lips. the clear liquid, biting yet warm on her tongue, burning soothingly down her throat. ‘ doubtful, that he would have gotten the hint. ’ she gives with a tilt of her head and a tug of her lips.
‘ do you frequent bars? ’ straightforward, yet the alone she doesn’t voice. ‘ I mean—- ’ she backtracks, a somewhat sheepish smile on her lips now ‘ can you recommend any good ones besides this one? ’ she wasn’t here to stay, wasn’t here to make friends this was just another assignment, another city, another task over eventually and she would vanish again. still, to fit in, to give the impression of a social life, couldn’t hurt.
“Not gonna lie, he was a bit too DAFT for my taste.” She joins in on the joke, a giggle tumbling out of her lips, it’s sweetness a contrast to the bitter taste of gin lingering on her tongue. To say that her evening had improved significantly over the few minutes she was in the presence of the blonde woman would be an understatement. Molly’s put AT EASE; something that hasn’t happened often in a near decade and that’s something completely special in her books. Even if it means nothing, even if it leads nowhere, she already knows that this evening will be BURNED into her memory.
Lorraine’s question puts A BREAK on her thoughts. It’s not her fault, though. It’s the insecurities playing on her mind. A silly little notion, and she does her best to push it away, to keep the smile on her face and make sure it’s not strained. There is no time for ridiculous insecurities in the presence of such a pleasant, beautiful woman. “Just a couple of bars and a club just around the corner. I’m not really a fan of leaving the block when I’m out alone.” She gives a shrug, she takes a sip of her gin and thinks for a moment. “I do LOVE the night club the most out of all of the options. But I’m not dressed for it tonight.”
laceriis - - EVELYN
“ i’d never.” she teased, watching her eat without an ounce of care, taking few bites of her own food while enjoying the warmth of another person being with her. they share a common thing; both too busy to really sit down and eat homemade food. but in the morning like this, evelyn is glad that there is no pressing matter that pulls molly away or has evelyn making flight plans. a small chuckle left her lips at the forkful that fills molly’s mouth.
evelyn found herself enjoying the way molly seemed to be able to tell her what she wanted without actually saying it. making a mental note to turn her alarm off from now on, evelyn reached forward to steal molly’s pale hand to press to her lips. “ i’d hate to see my woman turn to a popsicle. “ her tone is teasing, but a promise lied beneath her soft tone.
The spark which ran over her skin at the press of tender lips against her knuckles haven’t lost its punch since the very first touch. It may be overly romantic, maybe those novels she ate up during her free time got into her head, but the fact remains: Evelyn’s touch made her heart race. “Glad we can agree on me not freezing to death anymore.” It’s a firm nod of head and quick, bright smile through a mouthful of pancakes. She’s content in finishing her breakfast after this, enjoying the peace surrounding the pair. It’s like a dream; a sweet, HEARTWARMING dream. She adored every moment of it.
Once the breakfast is done with, the plate set in sink for later washing, Molly moves to the adjoined living room, plopping down on the sofa with a happy little sigh, though mindful of the fresh cup of coffee she had just poured in for herself. “Are you going to join me?” Opportunities like this, where the two of them could just cuddle up on the sofa, watch crap telly and forget about the outer world were rather rare. And so she took advantage of every such opportunity, using her big brown eyes if needed to get what she wanted. She didn’t get warmth from Evelyn in the morning after all, she wants to be repaid for that as soon as possible.
laceriis - - ???
“ of course” she echoes, mostly to fill the silence, but she finds this woman to be somewhat of an interesting being; mostly because of her ability to not falter at the way evelyn seems to be. eyes dart back to the man, allowing her feet to take backward steps to give from for the other. “ he is all yours now.”
For some ODD reason, Molly felt her stomach fill up with an unpleasant sort of emotion she couldn’t exactly pin down. Bull all she knew was that at the exact moment the brunette woman started moving away, her mind screamed, ‘don’t let her leave!’ That was entirely odd; she’ll have to mull over this entire moment later, once she’s left with naught but her own thoughts ( and the corpse too, but he’s not going to be much of a bother ). For now though, she bit down on her lips and yet still she wasn’t able to stop herself from speaking. “May I at least know your name?”
Sherlock’s full body shots in The Empty Hearse.
“I’m not sure this is ENTIRELY safe, but if you’re willing to go through with it, well... then so am I.”
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