#performedsurgery

[queenbitchjem]

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"If you're here to threaten me, don't bother."

[criminalsandtea]

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marymorstanx

marywatson-liar

"What an honour it is to meet one of the world's best assassins. Although-- it is a tad bit disappointing that you chose to turn domestic instead."

Moriarty eyed the woman in front of him with a almost fond sort of smile, hands stuffed in his pockets, head tilted to the right just the slightest bit. "A shame, really, you could have been so much more."

[filiafortissimi-archive]

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performed-surgery

"Whatever you're about to accuse me of, I am ready and willing to throw Sherlock under the bus for it."

[thefencingprof]

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This is beautiful!

That's what happens when I have a song stuck in my head and I'm near the piano. Thanks!

[acaptivetiger]

"When I heard Doctor Watson got married, I didn't think a pretty bird like you would be the one to settle for him. Damn..."

[dead-bodies-all-around-blog]

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//Hello new follower.

[privateholmes]

{5 have found the Private}

       It was unusual, adjusting to civilian life. Coming back from the army, from Afghanistan, from torture. He felt unusual, due to the fact that he hadn't been in London since he was eighteen. He was 27, now, and still trying to adjust to England's cold weather, after living in Australia for the years he'd been free. 

       At that moment, James was leaving a small coffee shop, both of his hands wrapped around the cup, his collar tugged up against the wind. A soft Beethoven song was coming from between his lips, his blue eyes scanning the area. Although James wasn't nearly as smart as his brothers, he could still notice certain things, such as the man who was going through a divorce with his wife - no, husband. And the woman who's sister just had a child that had been in all of the family news, annoying the woman to no ends.

      Sighing, and wanting to get out of the large crowd, James looked down at his shoes and turned a corner, wanting to get to a library to find a permanent flat. He was getting tired of paying rent every month, so he wanted to have a place to himself. The Beethoven song could still be heard as he walked, eyes still on his shoes, hands gripping his coffee.

[moriartylivesx]

Old Faces, New Foes || Closed RP || performed-surgery

Jim was being his normal self, trotting around in places he shouldn't be. Right now, he was in 221B Baker Street. He had been hoping to catch Sherlock at home, but apparently he went out on a case and now here Jim was waiting for him to get back, terrorizing the house.

He had only been back in London for a short time now, of course, but he was set on causing country wide chaos.

When he hears the door open downstairs and listens, carefully, for the sound of footsteps, he only hears one set. They aren't Sherlock's. Or John's. No, these were female footsteps. Oh, joy, was he about to put the fear of God into their landlady?