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[rosiv]

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“yeah, ‘course that’s true.”roll of her eyes, gazing up from her phone for a brief second.”that’s like saying the planet will stop spinning one day, not going to happen.”

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     “ they're adorable. ”

     sebastian doesn't lift his gaze from the family photo. his words are genuine despite the circumstances. mary watson does have a beautiful family. he sets the picture down gently, his eyes finally rising to meet mary's. he was filled in on her and her past. he takes a few slow steps forward, studying her, wondering exactly how good of an assassin she was.

     “ i don't suppose little rosie is here? out with her father and uncle sherly, maybe? shame. i really do adore kids. ”

     another truth spoken as he turns his back to her, walking over to her couch and falling back onto it. he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table. he gives mary his most charming smile; he's only here to intimidate, after all. the gun he has holstered is only a precautionary measure.

     “ how is sherlock these days? i know some people who are very interested in him. as a matter of fact, i know a few who are interested in you, too, rosamund. or, sorry, it's mary now, isn't it? mary watson. congratulations; shame i couldn't attend the wedding. ”

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Note please and thank you ❤️️

( send ‘note’ for sherlock’s goodbye letter to your muse // accepting )

mary,

there was nothing you could have done. don't blame yourself. don't let john blame himself either. you'll find some things in my bedroom for you; take care of them. they were dear to me. i'm sorry i couldn't have more time with you. you were brilliant. 

--- s.h.

( on his bed are his coat, a pirate teddy bear, and a framed picture of him, john, and mary after a particularly challenging case. )

[stillhavespots-a]

“I can do that, just go back to bed.”

Q wanted to object but was interrupted by a violent coughing attack. He leaned against the counter where the kettle was put. His body shocked and his face turned from a sickly pale to a bright red.   “Mary ––– That’s very kind but I … I should be able to make my own tea.” he managed to explain after a minute or two with a weak smile.

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     abigail is out with her friends. john is working late. his phone is turned off, all work for the night put on hold. sherlock walks out of the kitchen, flicking the light out with his elbow. his hands are full with a too-big bowl of popcorn and drinks for him and mary.

     “ have you picked something yet? ”

     he settles down on the couch next to mary, handing her a drink and setting his down on the coffee table, completely ignoring a coaster inches away. nights like these were nice, where it was just the two of them. it was relaxing, calming in a way that sherlock found difficult to explain. he pulled a blanket over himself, cold despite the room being warm, and set the bowl of popcorn down on his lap. he had no intentions of moving off the couch for at least two hours.

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