it's elementary, my dear

"It's a detective's duty to stop a crime in process if he sees one taking place, is it not?" Herlock Sholmes of Code: Realize

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hm.

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"Why yes, Sholmes, the exact face I did not want to see! Not that an expert such as I would have trouble with you back!"

            “Oh, of course not. Quite frankly I’d be disappointed if you had trouble; it would make everything much less fun.”

[sanjeruman]

I want the K, if you would, bffl.

19: Forceful Kiss

They are alone when the thought occurs to Saint. A quiet and opportune moment–Lupin evacuated the moment Sholmes showed up, and the others steadily followed suit with planned errands to uptake for the day, which left the pair enjoying tea together as per usual. His thought is perhaps an odd one, but occurs to him as Sholmes speaks of Lupin losing his esteemed ‘cool’ (certainly no hidden truth) when he is around. It’s amusing, to see Lupin get to heated and baffled when Sholmes thwarts even his lines of thought–let alone his heists. So, then…

He can allow curiosity to get the better of him, just this once.

“Sholmes.”

The detective’s attention is gathered, and his head tilts curiously. Saint doesn’t wish to risk the delicacy of his treasured teacups, so he makes the effort to reach across and take it from Sholmes’ hands and place it gently on the table between them. The furrowing of the other’s brow doesn’t go unnoticed as curiosity turns to confusion. Dear detective, can’t you figure this one out? Ah, well, he has had many years to perfect his unpredictability–it’s not entirely a surprise that Sholmes can’t tell what he’s thinking. Or perhaps it’s just so unexpected that it’s already been removed by process of elimination?

“Count, what are you–?”

“Please wait a moment.” Saint interrupts, usual smile in place–betraying nothing, though perhaps inciting a low level of suspicion in the detective. He stands, “in fact, would you mind closing your eyes? Don’t worry, it won’t be for long.” He will allow Sholmes to come to his own conclusion, rather than being deceitful and conjuring a lie a man of his caliber may well see through. See, Saint isn’t particularly put off by his own (perhaps ludicrous) idea–likely because he’s lived for so long there’s little he considers ‘new’, but it’s fun to offer old experiences as new ones to others, no? That’s the role of those with experience, right?

Once the detective’s eyes close, Saint makes his move swiftly; too much of a wait would only serve to waste precious time, and leave him rather unsatisfied should it mean Sholmes becomes bored and opens his eyes again with exasperation–instead of surprise. Saint is silent with his movements, as always; his hands place themselves gently but firmly on each of the arm rests of the chair Sholmes is sat in. Yes, there’s no means of escape as he leans in from the side, just barely fitting in the gap between Sholmes and the table–but still very much conscious of not knocking into it.

His movement is quick, but undeniably forceful–he doesn’t intent to let the man escape with a quick recoil. However he has no intention of drawing it out too long, either. Saint doesn’t particularly favour the idea of jail over something petty because of being a touch too eager. There’s no telling of the reaction that awaits him, but Saint is rather excited by the prospect–when was the last time he felt a mild curiosity bring him such elation?

Saint pulls away and laughs softly behind his hand. “That is quite the expression.” It was rather terrible of him to act upon a whim this way, but he had come to wonder just what would faze Sholmes. He’s a composed man, who tackles most problems with a high level of amusement, and seeks to be both surprised and entertained in order to keep things interesting. So, then, this should pass the test, shouldn’t it? 

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forgedheartbeat replied to your post: i don’t have my sholmes icons anymore help

I may have the sheet somewhere. But you’ll have to crop em. I’ll check when I get to a computer. <3

omg i would appreciate it <3 i’ll be able to remake my icons and bug alex come back

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i don’t have my sholmes icons anymore help

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     A R S E N E   L U P I N   T H E   G E N T L E M A N   T H I E F

Written By: Pink Like/Reblog to interact. I’d appreciate if you shared this~ 

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Code: Realize ~Shukufuku no Mirai~ [ Brightness ~eternal pure white~ ] Opening Movie

Typo of Biside has now been fixed to Beside*.

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I want the H

15. Romantic hug

          Her hair fell gently, oh so gently, the natural waves enchanting any who looked upon her. Misplaced white petals fell outside of the fragile crown, a princess who’s lost her way, only able to stumble along with destiny’s selfish wishes. Fear blossomed in her chest. Is she meant to wander forever, never truly finding her place again? Must she live with the longing she feels, never to see him again? Or will she rise above it all, above her fate, above her intended savior, above what’s expected of her?

          A light step forward. Petals sliding down further, an artificial whirlwind created by the slope of her hair, until there’s no longer anything beneath to support them, making a safe landing on the cement beneath bare feet. The click of a boot’s heel rings out, drawing him nearer just the same, as an outstretched hand is offered to her. Hesitation plagues her mind, but only for a short moment. More confident this time, her lean in was perhaps a bit too eager, her hand fitting nicely atop of his. As a form of reassurement, he tugs softly forward, and a bit over-dramatically she falls into his arms–

          And then stops.

The panic nearly pushes her closer to the now character-broken detective, who seemed to be holding in laughter at the situation. One of the unfitting gloves for such a picture had stopped her face from hitting his chest, only slightly pushing him backwards. The rose-colored scene had turned quickly into a mess of colors, words failing and urgency replacing the previous serenity. A flurry of words stumble out of Cardia’s mouth, all some form of apology, for messing up the scene, for not doing as they practiced, for… almost melting Sholmes where he stood.

          Left hand remaining in left hand, he returns her to her position despite her obvious worry that she may injure him. Along with a few adjustments conducted solely by Sholmes himself came the intended hug written in Saint-Germain’s carefully crafted script. A loving embrace, surrounded by fallen petals, on a day turning to dusk. Cardia is held close, cheek resting on Sholmes’ chest, albeit fairly awkwardly due to the anxiety that wouldn’t go away. Their fingers intertwine, and the hug looks as if they had been dancing. 

          Unfortunately, all good things must come to pass. A loud voice, quite an annoying voice Sholmes might add, cut in, reciting his full name before pushing the two false lovers apart, and standing protectively in front of Cardia. He calls himself a gentleman thief, yet can still be so rude and forceful. Honestly, how a man like that thinks he’s evenly matched to Sholmes is beyond the realm of understanding. Though, instead of complaints, Sholmes puts on a smug smile, and takes an ending bow before raising up to look down slightly in order to make eye contact with Lupin, though clearly not speaking to him.

          “It seems play practice is over for the day. You performed wonderfully today, Miss Cardia, however it will serve you well to remember you needn’t worry about your…circumstances during these moments. It stalls time, and makes the scene seem unnatural.” A moment’s pause to hold Lupin’s gaze, clearly entertained by how irritated he was that he wasn’t informed of such an activity happening, before looking away to Saint-Germain standing to the side. “I appreciate the opportunity to help you, Count. It was certainly worth the secrecy we put into this project.”

          A knowing smile is shared between the two as Sholmes walks away from the mansion.

[arusenu]

i- oh. as much as i’d… love… to stay for tea, i really should go get some grocery shopping done. i’m… hungry, you see. goodbye now. see you much, much, much, never later -

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          oh if that’s the case i could always ask van to make you something. i’m sure he’d be happy to .

[arusenu]

oh dear it seems we’ve just ran out of every single tea bag in this mansion. what a shame. out you go. don’t come back-

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          luckily, i had actually brought some as a gift. it seems i have a reason to stay after all (:

[sanjeruman]

please remove this not-so-gentlemanly imbecile from my home, bffl

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          oh dear. i suppose it might be time to end the game of chase and throw his ass in jail-- i mean, gently escort him off the premises.

[arusenu]

SHOOS U AWAY

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          why the rush? i thought i could stay for tea. i’m certain you’ve missed me dearly.

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          can u guys hold it together for 2 seconds without me pls.

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You know, it'd be a lot easier for me to sweep you off your feet if you stood up.

          The affections a certain Count had been giving to a certain thief had not gone unheard of, especially not by a certain genius detective. Though quite entertaining, Sholmes couldn’t help but wonder just what possessed Saint-Germain to fall for Lupin of all people. After all, Sholmes was infinitely better in just about every way. Far smarter, far more attractive, far better tastes, did he mention how incredibly smart he was? He’s bested Lupin so many times, it really shouldn’t be a surprise!

          No matter how much he pondered the question, Sholmes just could not understand it! He wasn’t upset by the Count not falling for him, of course; it was more that he was upset that Lupin could potentially be beating him at something! He had to do something about this, and fast. There was no chance he would let this happen!

          Without hesitation, Sholmes set off to the mansion of Saint-Germain, home to the Lupin Gang. For once, he hoped Lupin would not be there. He knew there was little chance of them all being gone, although that would be ideal, so he merely wished for it to be Lupin absent. After all, it’d be hard to make the man fall for him when the one he was already in love with is right there!

          To his immense surprise and incredible luck, it was only Saint-Germain there! Even Sisi was gone (a small blessing– he’d heard tales of what a little cock-blocking shit that adorable fluffball was.) He wasted no time making his way to where the Count was, reading a book on a couch. Noticing Sholmes, the charming he was, Saint-Germain nearly dropped his book in surprise and, quite frankly, awe of the debonair gentleman now in front of him. The look on his face said it all– he was clearly delighted, and it was obvious he had just been thinking of how dearly he wanted to see the detective. Before he could stammer out a flustered greeting, Sholmes took his hand, gently guiding him up as the book falls to the floor with a soft ‘thud.’

          “You know, it’d be a lot easier for me to sweep you off your feet if you stood up,” were the words he breathed out once Saint-Germain was close, a hand on his back to support support him like the incredible gentleman Sholmes was. Saint-Germain’s face flushed at the words, and he averted his eyes, however Sholmes wouldn’t allowed that to happen; how could he fall for his charms if he didn’t look directly at him? He took his hand from Saint-Germain’s and rested it gently on his cheek instead, lightly turning his face back towards him.

          “S-Sholmes… You know I-I… You didn’t have to go through all of this trouble t-to make me fall for you… I’ve l-l-l-loved you since the first time you bested Lupin, and that love o-only continued to flourish seeing how much better than him you were in every way…! The times you saw us t-together… I was just practicing to confess to you…!”

          “Count… I’m sorry for never noticing the meaningless way you look at Lupin… It’s just that I–”

          The notebook was slammed shut as an irritated groan escaped Sholmes. “Nemo… I’ll give it to you straight: this was honestly one of the worst things I’ve ever read, and I am not going to finish reading it.”

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scientiismo replied to your post:Gently puts his hand on Sholmes' cheek and strokes...

CLI N GS ONTO HIM JOKES ON U ASSHOLE HES NOT LETTIN GO WE RIDE TOGETHER WE FALL OUT A WINDOW TOGETHER

          Kermit Sholmes jolts upright in bed, startled by the nightmare he had. Him and Cookie Nemo, as humans...? Not Muppets? Absurd as the thought may be, it still startled him. He has a feeling he won’t be able to get back to sleep for a little while, so he wraps his blankets around him and thinks about his latest case.

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Gently puts his hand on Sholmes' cheek and strokes it. "Boy am I thirrrrrrrrstyyyyy."

          Gently puts his arms around Nemo, picking him up. Violently throws Nemo out the window.

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i want the k >8C

2: Cheek Kiss

          There was no doubt he was surprised by the proposition. Coming over to the mansion, he normally only spent time with Saint-Germain, though he did occasionally have conversations with the others. The rarest was Lupin, for obvious reasons, though Sholmes pretended he was oblivious to them. On the opposite end of the spectrum, the one he talked to the most ( aside from the aforementioned Count, of course ) was the young lady called Cardia. Despite this he hadn’t been prepared when she requested to braid his hair, commenting on how she wants to practice, but the only one with enough hair for her current skill level is, well… Impey. He obliged, of course. Even he couldn’t say no when she looked at him so expectantly.

          It certainly wasn’t the best, and he was sure he would have done much better on his own, but it made him glad all the same. The fun she had and the happiness it bore were contagious. She had been worried about the result, as she likely saw how messy of a job it was, but he reassured her that it was fine. In fact, he’d even wait until he got home to undo it, adding on that it would hopefully make the others jealous that she’d requested something of him and not them. Although it was said with mischievous intent, there was an unsettling feeling dwelling within him. How would Lupin react? 

          The thought made him more nervous than originally intended. Aside from the reactions of the braid and who did it, he had suddenly recalled the last time they truly talked. One single slip, one time he allowed himself to voice his thoughts had led to Lupin avoiding him more than ever. Normally, he wouldn’t have thought much on it. He’s always trying to stay far away from the detective, as if it wouldn’t make his inevitable ‘pranks’ worse. This time, he knew it had to have been caused by that. He tried to cover it up, of course he knew how Lupin would respond to such a question. Had it made the thief finally realize the sort of person he was?

          Even though he had already planned for the day he found out, it was almost as if he couldn’t accept it. He was fine with how things were before; even if Lupin hated him, he still was able to be in his presence. Unlike the other times, where he knew Lupin would still begrudgingly be around him, he was unsure if that’d be the case. The blame couldn’t be put on him, no, that was out of the question. Avoiding him was something he expected, yet… he still searched for Lupin. Perhaps it was selfish, though at the moment, he didn’t think of that.

          The thief was found, opposite to where Sholmes would normally be. Though not surprising for the circumstances, it was still a thought that weighed heavily on him. Even if he was worried that Lupin would be the one to see right through him this time, he did his best to not show his worries; something he seemed to be doing quite a lot recently. He's never had to try so hard before-- in a way, he was thankful for the challenge, despite wishing it wasn't his emotions that he needed to hide. 

          The exchange wasn't ideal, but Sholmes took every moment of it in as if it'd be the last time he'd see Lupin. He was acting...off, but the detective didn't want to pry. Another odd situation, as it was not only his job to pry, but he usually didn't think of how another would feel about him doing so, and he'd brushed off the thought of it being odd. He already learned that their interactions would no longer be 'normal.' 

          The lingering hand on his own made his heart's pace beat faster than he believed it could. He's never really felt that, aside from adrenaline rushes during particularly dangerous cases, and that is... quite a different experience than having it happen merely by having another's hand over yours. An experience he didn't think he'd ever have. As he believed he would have a moment to regather his thoughts, the hand had moved to the braid. He didn't dare move, though, being the type of person he was, he just had to make a comment, noting the obvious displeasure Lupin had in reaction. Normally, entertainment would be all he felt because of this, but...

          And just like that, Lupin left, clearly embarrassed by his actions, indicated by his face burning up. Sholmes thought back to it all, thought back to the soft expression on Lupin's face when he mentioned Cardia. Ah... of course it would be her to allow him to look like that in front of Sholmes. Would there truly be no way for him to have that expression at the thought of the detective? ...A foolish thought, he knew, but he couldn't help wondering.

          No, those thoughts wouldn't do. He shouldn't hope for something so impossible, something so...outrageous. Not that, not the thought of them being together, not the thought of being able to be in these situations without needing to disregard any of his first thoughts. 

          He couldn't even imagine how it would have turned out had he gotten close enough to press a gentle kiss to Lupin's cheek as he wanted to, disgusting as it may be.