“ Doctor , would you look at me the same “
“ With love , Blore ? “
“ ARMBLORE IS CANON ARMBLORE IS CANON BELIEVE US !!! “
>> pairing :: edward armstrong x william blore
>> tw :: DOOMED yaoi ,, drinking ,, mentions of past murders ,, not exactly angst but …
>> tags :: @mang0chees3 … I mean random anon who happens to know “And Then There Were None”!
Dr. Armstrong was so certain that Blore wanted to die on his own. The way he flung back bottles upon bottles was worrying the deep gut feeling he held. Blore paid no mind as he swung another back down his throat to cool the aftertaste of the last.
“William.” Edward started as he grabbed the ex-policeman’s hand to stop him from drinking anymore. Blore huffed as he rolled his eyes back and mumbled gibberish as he watched his hands shake in the doctor’s hands. “You see what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, so I see what I am doing. Why does it matter? You can work it can’t you? Just do your magic or whatever,” Blore absentmindedly blabbered as Armstrong clutched his hands a little tighter and kneeled down to look at the man eye-level.
“Stop it.”
“Why does it matter?”
“We all hold our guilty consciences. Don’t do this again if you want me to help you.”
“…” The man seeing the fear lighting up in Armstrong’s eyes over the dilemma finally dropped it as he pushed the alcohol away from himself. “I’m sorry.”
Armstrong looked up from trying to stitch a cut in Blore’s arm with a light hum and smiled.
“You’re forgiven… you are so much more handsome without the shake.”
“You are too.”
Armstrong glanced up at him and froze up as he narrowed his eyes.
“What??” The man being operated on laughed as he stole a quick kiss to the doctor’s temple. “You act like I said your greatest worries out loud! We all see you don’t drink.”
“For a good reason. It be in your best intent for you to stop.” The doctor huffed as the kiss landed and went back to work.
“Doctor’s orders? Can’t decline then, y’know. And hey… if anybody is a murder, I don’t think it’s you.”
“Do I now?” Armstrong finished the stitch as he stood up and cocked his head as Blore stood up beside him and grabbed him by the hips as the two started to sway.
“Truth, I’ll protect you till the end m’kay, just give me this one dance.”
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>> “ oh my sweet sweet gullible Edward George Armstrong … don’t you know how you’ll meet your end? ( •̀⤙•́ ) … stop romancing the hot policeman “
>> not proof read
Making a short post separately for this before the big 10-parter starts, part of wrapping up my thoughts on The Missing Three Quarter.
There's something that I haven't seen directly pointed out, even with the initial buzz around the creepy blood samples in this adventure.
When it comes to that phone conversation with Sherlock and Dr. Armstrong about the former's blood sample, there's someone who wants to buy it. Armstrong refuses to let Sherlock know his identity, just that's he's "very interested" in the sample and that he's fearsome. So, to us the listeners, probably Moriarty.
But there's the thing. If we assume that he's the buyer, then that logically means that he can't be the one who got the sample collected (somehow) from Sherlock. You don't buy something collected on your orders from one of your own henchmen.
So, if we assume 1) the blood samples are real, 2) that the "buyer" is real, and 3) Moriarty is involved, then either Moriarty ordered the sample collected in the first place, or he's the one who wants to buy it. He can't be both.
If Moriarty is the buyer, which seems like the interpretation that most are going with and that generally lines up with Armstrong's implications, then that means that the sample collection must've happened separately from him, and Armstrong doesn't work for him (since he says that he'll be able to stave him off).
So, that's two mystery players here. Not just one.
Working under the three assumptions above...Someone wants the blood from Sherlock. Someone else got it first.
thinking so hard about @corntort ‘s sfarx design after reading sfarx fanfic (brain explosion) … i would not want to put my arms in there but armstrong is braver than any us marine 🫡
i think maybe i wildly overestimated how big sfarx is but shhh maybe armstrong is just really teeeeny tiny… just a little guy tiny little armstrong tiny like an ant…. teeny old man small emoji tiny small man … puny …
❝ No! I’m not a good liar. Under questioning I unravel quickly. As a kid, I’d steal the last sweet, eat it and be fine, but if my mum asked, “Did you eat the last sweet?” I’d crumble. ❞
