#real scienceofdeduction

[halosandhandguns]

The Moment They Have Been Waiting For....Well...One of Them.

@real-scienceofdeduction​ The day has finally arrived. And yes, the theme is skulls and the wedding is on Halloween, Liberty Powers soon to be Libby Holmes looks around the venue impressed. Amazing how everything that had been falling apart with the planning all seemed to work itself in the eleventh hour. Wonderful the things that they could achieve together. Already dressed for the event, firery red hair curled and pinned to one side, a live black magic rose pinned to the side holding back her curls, no veil, her dress black, of course, what else for Lady Death?  The dress is elegant, the perfect mix of traditional and modern. A sweetheart neckline, long black lace sleeves, the back covered but see through, the skirt black lace, in a trumpet skirt style, a small non lace train behind her, heels black with small skulls on them, her bouquet a mix of the roses like in her hair and lilies. Her make up is light but it makes her emerald eyes pop, lips red. She is calm as she waits for the festivities to begin, hand gently resting on her stomach, barely showing yet, but soon she will. 

[huntingfoxtrot]

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

It had been days since the shooting on Bevis Street, most of The Yard having been in transit near the area when it began. It seemed Ms. Vincent had been the closest since she was the first to responded, and when Sherlocks best mate being unable to make it to the hospital due to a trip, she was stuck with the chap.

"Someone's finally alive." She mumbled from behind her book, slowly lowering it to meet the consulting detectives gaze, her own that of a somewhat softness. "Mr. Watson will be here in a couple of hours, but until then I'm staying with you. You had been shot by the man you were chasing after. I'm assuming your suspect. Now you need to rest, my men have already apprehended your suspect so there is little to worry about."

[naughtynecromancer]

White Wedding

@real-scienceofdeduction

The day of the Winter Solstice arrived and the castle was decorated-tastefully mind you, but within an inch of its life. Looking like a darker fairytale absolutely perfect for the couple to be wed later that day. 

Mori looking absolutely breathtaking in a long sleeved ivory dress shares a quiet moment with her husband to be and their daughter before the wedding, hiding in one of the towers as they watch people entering, laying her head on his shoulder gently. 

"You were right, this is amazing but I feel like a cake topper." She giggles softly. Fingers gently playing with the lace of her skirt. Long dark hair up in a low bun with roses with genuine snow in her hair, perks of having a god for a father. A light flurry of snow begins, purely for aesthetics as she takes a breath. "Is it silly I'm nervous?" She asks him softly. 

[lesscaringintheafterglow]

Deadly Distractions

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He stared at the man, unblinking, waiting for the other man to tell him what he had just been saying had been a joke. That he did not want to work together, the consulting criminal and the consulting detective all to find his lost John Watson. He had gone to his wife’s ‘grave’ a ruse, they all knew that she was alive and biding her time until she could come back to life, safe and sound and away from the thrall of Holmes’ older and much wider brother. He stood up, pacing around the other man, a shark circling his prey in bloody water. “Horrible decision really.” He sighed, studying the other man, getting close enough to touch, to kill, to kiss. Maybe all of the above. “Count me in.”

[halosandhandguns]

A Very Holmesy Christmas

@real-scienceofdeduction Libby was practically vibrating with nerves as they sat in the car on the way to his parents for Christmas, her simple green dress appropriate for meeting them and showing off her bump as she held Sherlock’s hand, her gloves off for now, doing her best to breathe normally.  No use for Death to hyperventilate meeting the inlaws. It was Christmas Eve and they were planning on spending the night and the next day there. With everyone.  

[naughtynecromancer]

Game On

@real-scienceofdeduction Between their daughter being born and planning their wedding Mori felt that their relationship needed a little spicing up. Biting her lip, she smiled sweetly at the foreign prime minister, sipping her wine, making sure the wax lips on her own made a nice lipstick print, the fabric gloves on her hands preventing finger tips leaving clues everywhere, albeit false ones. It had been a long time since she had done her own jobs. She had missed the work. Watching the poison take hold of the man, she ran a hand through the wig made out of human hair, dyed blonde making sure strands fell on the carpet standing in shoes three times bigger than her size as she watched him die. Escaping into the night once the deed was done, the whole disguise vanishing in the car that she did, slipping on her usual clothes as she arrived at the garage where she had parked her car, smoking one cigarette, she always did after a kill. Not like it would kill her anyway. Blowing out the smoke, she chewed gum and sprayed to cover the scent. The car she had been in previously on fire burning the evidence. Driving home, she was in time for him, having dinner on the table, Coralie in her highchair, her PA having been paid handsomely for her time babysitting One thought crossing her mind when she saw her fiance.  Game on, darling. 

[naughtynecromancer]

I've found this fun new game called jumping off things because it can't kill me -SH

Sherlock.....if the thing is a roof. Hard no from me. -MM

[halosandhandguns]

Hey, there's someone I want you to meet. -SH

Oh? When do you want me to meet them?-LP