"Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under't."
-Macbeth (1.5.74-5)
O Macbeth: My Character Kills Yours
There had always been the saying that it's always the ones you least suspect. But he had always suspected her. Always waiting for her to make a move to try and hurt him.
She never did. And maybe that was why he had become complacent in watching her as she moved around his flat. How she spoke to him.
The look in her eyes whenever she looked at him.
He knew it would be her, in the end. But he hadn't thought she would have gone for something so simple. He had expected something more grand, well thought out, a game.
Something that anyone could do.
And maybe that was where his fault had been. Expecting her to do something grand.
Instead of doing something simple.
Something any man could do.
But he could say it was her fault, she had exceeded his expectations time and time again.
Beaten him, tricked him, broken in without him noticing. She kept him on his toes and was out doing him at every turn.
Offering hints to help with cases. She had wormed her way into his comfort and that had been another flaw.
Sherlock had allowed her to get far to close.
And it was only when she had the knife to his throat on a boat on the Thames did he realize that had been the plan the entire time.
The grand scheme had simply been to be brought closer to him without suspicion.
He would have applauded her if she hadn't dragged the knife across his throat and shoved him off the boat and into the filthy water.
also i can do a guide for any string players. only violin, viola, cello, and bass, but yes. i have quite a lot of information about those. what it's like to play, common rooms, etc. interrogating my artist friends is the only reason i know anything about art, and the stringed instruments are just as complex.
Meredith's eyes burned as she worked on mixing the yellow. Van Gogh wasn't much for intricate detail on the canvas, so it was the colours that gave her trouble. While she tried balancing the yellow and white there were three sharp knocks at the door. Cursing silently, the painter set aside the colours and pulled on a sweater over the tank top she was wearing. Clothes tended to be obtrusive when working.
Closing the door to her bedroom she quickly walked to the door. Looking through the peeping glass she saw a tall, dark haired man waiting impatiently and her eyes widened in surprise. Sherlock? She deliberated for a a second longer before throwing open the door and grinning. "Well hello," she greeted. "This is unexpected."
General Appearance: She takes after Irene more then Sherlock but she has his lips and his eyes. And she inherited his height.
Personality: She isn’t the loud one in social situations and tends to voice her opinion even if it ends up making someone else annoyed. She’s honest but an expert liar when she needs to do so. With her parents she as an intelligence that is hard to rival.
Special Talents: Fencing and they have a flair for pranks.
Who they like better: Irene (She’s a bit more talkative)
Who they take after more: Sherlock
Personal Head canon: She follows in the ‘family’ business and becomes a consulting detective.