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#me meeting anyone I dislike again
He’s a mess and I love him
Bonus:
Omg what’s up
iintransigcnt:
“Shackles are DIFFERENT than ties, Jim. Though if that’s the case, STOP swiping my microscope slides.”
“Don’t I know it. Shackles can be SO tacky, especially if they’ve got those fluffy pink fur linings. Not to mention less ... personal.”
iintransigcnt:
yes he’s smug, and yes he’s wandering back towards his room. simply to put things away, he assures.
not much surprises jim anymore, but it is quite charming to find out what does. he follows the detective into the bedroom. ‘ usually i get taken to dinner first, but i see we are skipping right to dessert. ’
iintransigcnt:
“ no worries, james, i wasn’t thinking of biting- much less chewing~. ”
‘ pity, i tend to like –––– oh. ’
iintransigcnt:
“ as many as are necessary? ”
‘ ooh la la. sherlock holmes, don’t bite off more than you can chew. ’
iintransigcnt:
“ why does anyone doubt anything, james? ” – they don’t want it to be true.
denial. an abnormally powerful state of mind. whether by grief or logic, the result is frequently the same. given what sherlock has just done, it wasn’t surprising that even the consulting criminal was prone to it.
the detective shifts then, almost as if suddenly agitated, and expels a harsh breath.
what part of this energy is from guilt, and what from exasperation? can’t you see? you, of all people, why can’t you just…
“ i’m telling you to leave - get to safety. you can’t… ” – stay here – “ for god’s sake, jim… you don’t think my brother won’t send agents to my flat?! just because the information came from me, doesn’t mean he won’t keep me out of it. ” in fact, the younger holmes almost counted on it, judging by the knowing looks mycroft had given him recently.
what remained unspoken? – i don’t want to watch the consequences of my betrayal.
cotton fills his lungs as he drowns in the situation. the slow, toiling heat of ire rises in jim’s body, undetectable in everything but the crescents he scores into his palms. he rolls his head around, releasing the tension resting on his neck. anger is now steam, its curling, white whips clouding vision and judgement, sucking the man in further and further. idiots, the both of them were. of course there was a fuck up, of course sherlock would be irkingly self righteous, of course this wasn’t going to work, of course mycroft would be here, of course of course of course ––––
jim blinks, and everything seems to cool down, a new type of chilling pique evicting the blazing rage that was there a moment ago.
‘ no. ’ ––– i will not leave. he brings his hands and fingers to his lips (where another’s recently took refuge), taking a deep breath in as he stared at the detective. while this is hardly the best time to smile, jim still curls the edge of his lip as he breathes out. ‘ i’m counting on it. ’ you do not get to redeem yourself.
jim grips sherlock’s chin, dragging him down for damning kiss.
❛ look at them. they all care so much. do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us? ❜ eye emoji
US. us. collective pronoun. it isn’t the question that grabs the criminal’s attention; it’s ‘ us. ’ eyes look UP from the ground at sherlock’s icy blue ones. in another world, perhaps, he could stare at them for days on end, admiring every WRINKLE and wave of iris. his purpose is not that now, nor will it ever be ( not with a certain soldier protecting him. there seemed to be JEALOUSY in his eyes, something you share with him now. how–––––––– entertaining. ). pity, for it would have been MORE FUN to kill him that way. death by KISS, death by sentiment. he can imagine the funeral already ( but don’t you know that you wield a double edged sword with your lips? that YOU, too, would be C U T in the process? )
‘ what DIFFERENCE would it make if we were? ’
habits are hard to break.
sherlock meme s2@shlms
bruh
it’s been such a while good lord
like who is even here anymore
bruh
it's been such a while good lord
bruh
uhhhh
like for a starter i guess
Sebastian: Why don’t you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.
Jim: Lacks… poetry.
Sebastian: It doesn’t have to. What rhymes with lungs?
"How long will it take you to make up your mind?"
tap. tap. tap. manicured nails hit the granite counter, SLOWLY, rhythmically, calculated. yes, the criminal is CHANGABLE to a fault. indecisiveness is one of the only flaws he has ( debatable ). but DECISIONS are nothing but PROBLEMS, and problems can be solved. this ONE is a simple matter of preference: how should this one be killed? ( the one being an unnamed cilent ) ‘ as long as it fucking takes. ’
victorian starters ( accepting )@swallowedblood