#elementxrymydear

[chiefofstafftanner]

A sharply worded letter

It had been nearly a decade since Tanner had received any kind of threat, or been alerted to danger surrounding himself personally. He was very cautious about his whereabouts, and his general personal security. Or so he believed.

It had been a warm afternoon when a courier delivered a hand written letter to him at Whitehall. It was slightly less alarming that it came here, there were at least security measures that could be taken to make sure it was safe to open.

I have information pertaining to the fact your life is in danger.

There was a time, and location for meeting. Part of him didn't want to go, to just ignore it. But a voice in the back of his mind convinced him to find himself on the bench in front of the duck pond at St. James park at the mentioned time.

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[awomanbeforehertime]

For @elementxrymydear​ | Continued from ( x )

Well.

That was the most emotion she had seen from the man. 

“ I am sorry. That was unfair of me, ” she finally said after a silence between them. “  I should not have spoken to you so. It was said in the heat of the moment and I ask your pardon. I am simply worried for Enola as are you. “ Approaching him she held out a hand. “ A truce. ”

[awomanbeforehertime]

For @elementxrymydear​ | Continued from ( x ) 

“ Playing that racket, ” she answers, moving from the doorway to inspect the music on the table he had been playing from. Ignoring his protests she peered over his shoulder. “ The Truth of the Gods?” she read before proceeding to glance it over. The music made no sense. Some measures were three beats while others were five. There was no time signature or key established either. “ What on earth are you playing? Clearly this was written by someone with no understanding of music. ”

[speciesofhurt]

“It was the middle of the night. I was worried. I thought you might be in some sort of trouble.” (elementxrymydear)

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"I appreciate the sentiment, Holmes. I truly do." He offered the other a polite smile. "But I assure you, I am fine. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Watson was unusually calm and polite. Had it been any other occasion that he realized he'd been stalked by his flatmate, he would have been livid. But not tonight. He looked around them, trying his best to appear indifferent, as he, not-so-subtly, tucked away his winnings further into his coat. The early signs of dawn were approaching. Had he really been out for so long?