#notesfrommolly

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

((Udkgofuskiudjkcs I just thought Mrs. Hudson with the munchies))

[expsychic]

Little thing.

Send “Little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.

      “You shouldn’t use that gun.”

       Patrick stops by the duck shooting stand on his way back to the tent. The girl had picked up a gun that’s often defective; it’s the centermost gun, the one that the man working the game wants people to use so he can leech them of their money. Patrick should want that as well, but he can’t help the guilt he feels over the whole thing.

       ”Use the one to the far left. Trust me.”

       He’s about to head back, but pauses again, his father’s words clouding his mind. You’re either with us, or you’re a sucker. You’re not a sucker, are you, Patty?

      “You should come by for a reading. After you’ve won your teddy bear.”

[brendan-block]

"Who did this to you?"

Brendan motioned broadly to the windows and the street beyond. "Some bastard snatched m' fuckin' wallet as I was comin' up the street 'ere. S' I chased 'im down. He wanted I fight, I gave 'im one, an' I got this knock t' the 'ead.." He explained, wincing every now and then from the ice bag he was having to keep on. It wasn't often that he was overtaken by someone else, especially some random thug, but he'd managed to get his shit back. Plus he'd just have the man tracked down for killing later, so what did it matter if he admitted to getting beat up?

[diglestrade]

notes-from-molly:

"This— um, doesn’t usually happen…"

Something on your mind? You look a bit distracted.

[criminal-royalty-archive]

♚

SEND A ♚. YOUR CHARACTER FALLS ASLEEP ON MINE, I’LL REPLY WITH WHAT MINE DOES.

Well, this was certainly a surprise. While Jim wasn’t normally into these kinds of things, he figured it would keep her sweet, so he kept her there. Besides, he couldn’t deny that she looked adorable when she was asleep.

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

Calling You to See || Flashback: eight months post-Fall || Sherlock and Molly

Midnight in Zürich, ten in London. Loneliness had gotten to Sherlock, but he would not have recognized it as such. To him, it felt more like forgetting something, and calling Molly was the solution that kept coming up. Fortunately, Mycroft had supplied him with a series of nameless prepaid phones, and Sherlock was now waiting for Molly to pick up.

[debxuched]

notes-from-molly

"Who exactly is it that you're lookin' for?"

[jimmoral]

"I think that you need to calm down."

"Calm down? How can I possibly calm down when the entire plan has gone-to-shit at the hands of these useless bastards?”