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[quentinholmes]

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Quentin didn’t usually celebrate birthdays anymore - he had never really done so originally, if he was honest. There was a small bit of cake (never too much, thanks to Mycroft’s interference) and a few obligatory presents that Quent appreciated but wasn’t incredibly interested in, and his age going up by one number. It didn’t help that he was usually away at Eton when it occurred - there were hardly any holidays during February, as it was just after the new start of term.

He’d had a bit of a surprise when he was walking back to his dorm after divs and he found Sherlock and his army doctor standing outside Penn, a wrapped present in John’s hands. He’d been handed the present with a warm “Happy Birthday, Quentin” from John and a nod from Sherlock.

Quent waited until they were inside his small dorm room to open the present - a book on black holes with an in-depth essay on quasars. He made an excited sound and moved toward Sherlock, giving him an impulsive kiss on the cheek as he reverted back to the French customs of his childhood. “Merci, Sherlock,” he grinned and set the book down carefully. He knew that only Sherlock would have been able to provide John with the information that he liked astronomy, thus allowing the doctor to select a book. He was surprised that Sherlock hadn't deleted the information. He turned to John and gave him a kiss as well. “It’s perfect. Thank you, John.” They’d both given him smiles and soon enough were on their way back to London.

A short while later Sherlock would be tipping himself off of a building and Quentin would cling to the book, thanking whatever power existed that he’d bothered to give Sherlock that final gesture of affection the last time he’d seen him alive. He didn’t know that Sherlock, very much alive, was fighting his own battles somewhere else or that he would see him again.

[I made myself sad. I hope you don’t mind that I put John in and made it pre-RF, if so I can write you another.]

[houseofsinclair]

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I can’t send asks but do you wanna RP? ^^

[Yay, Yes, sure of course

I replied to your ask privately yesterday but I think Tumblr ate it ;n;]

[houseofsinclair]

@deducingotter

I think tumblr ate my reply to you...and i'm just...

Anyway...Of course~ I'd love to.

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So You Know I Haven't Forgot...

I want to put up introduction starters for... deducingotter emilyjuniperlee brokenbitchofasoldier trustthetimelord the-pond-winchester theunknownmoriarty avillains-fairytale

And I have drafts for... sierra-multicharacter gozen-multi-character drwatsonsdaughter chattylittleina sexylightman

Also, if I have forgotten you it's probably because Tumblr ate your reply. Please just tell me. I do not bite. (hard) :3

[houseofsinclair]

+deducingotter

Tilting the black laced parasol back just enough to give her a clear view of the person before her, the Pureblood is a little surprised, a little i n t r i g u e d, to see a man she's read about in the newspaper on occasion. One could say she is a small fan of the detective's work, him being one of the only humans she assumes she would be able to tolerate, should she ever meet him.

Fancy that...her...interested in a human for a reason other than blood.

And so, here he is, but she can't help but wonder why he's here of all places. A case? Maybe.

There were the reports of humans, children and adults, male and female, with no link between any of them, found dead in this town, drained of their blood, two holes in the side of their neck. However, the vampire that had lost control, of himself and his senses, had been quietly exterminated a few days ago.

Surely, those reports couldn't have brought the man to this town.

"Sherlock Holmes...I was not expecting to see you here."

[avillains-fairytale]

Closed - Only A Visit?

Jim looked up from his book, glad for the distraction. The cold glare he met, however, was far worse than the tedium of whatever he'd been reading. Jim had been told he would be visited, someone studying psychology or some other pretentious degree. He masked over his face a look of indifference. "Hello, come to see the crazies then? Hate to disappoint, but everyone's gone out. Movie night, you see."

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Jumpers- deducingotter

Jo stepped out of the shower and shivered, grabbing at the towel and wrapping it tightly around herself. Although most of England had had sun, London had remained it's woefully dismal grey. There had been no let up in the icy temperatures either. 

Padding into her room, Joanna frowned when she couldn't find her warm, comfortable jumpers. 

"Sherlock? SHERLOCK HOLMES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY JUMPERS."

If he had been setting fire to them again (he had said something about the flammability of animal and synthetic fibres) she might just actually kill him.