Oct 29, 2015
“I don’t understand why you insist on keeping that look on your face.”
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“I don’t understand why you insist on keeping that look on your face.”
open starter ||
Sherlock’s gaze drifted over the empty chair blocking his view of the kitchen when he was sat in his own. The flat seemed impossibly quiet, it always did these days, and there were days where his own footsteps seemed too loud. He settled in his own chair, trying to clear his mind as it tried to fill the silence.
He jolted up when the silence was filled, but not by himself. First, footsteps that were clearly not Mrs. Hudson’s, and second, a loud knock on the door.
Open for everyone
“Give me an hour... I need to wake ‘n bake first..”
Happy Birthday || Sherlock & Molly || Open
"If you remember I did you death certificate. That's why I knew." Molly said walking into the flat with a birthday present in her hands.
"Well well, if it isn't time for April Fool's day. I'm rather naughty most days, I don't even think you can begin to imagine how much I misbehave for this holiday."
" Honestly. That is one stupid idea."
Performance // Sherlock & [open to Mycrofts]
Sherlock groaned as his face was slapped and his eyes opened, vision bleary, trying to focus on whoever was speaking to him. "… -ke up! Christ, Sherlock, you're such a lightweight… look, hey, look at me!" His chin was grabbed roughly and he looked at the man, recognizing dark, nearly black eyes and a crazed sort of grin, "There you are…" the familiar voice sang out with a laugh, "Look, you and brother dearest have a show in two hours, d'you hear? Two. Hours. Clients with a bit'uva detective gettin' fucked sort of kink… personally, not my thing, but hey, if they're paying right?" Jim Moriarty stood and patted Sherlock's cheek, "Wake up, wake up and get Mycroft here and yourself cleaned up… there's fun to be had and money to be made!" With a gleeful chuckle, Moriarty left the room and Sherlock groaned again, lifting his hand to his head, blinking hard. Drugged. He must have been… Mycroft? "Mycroft… My…." Sherlock rolled over slowly, uncoordinatedly, and patted his brother's cheek, trying to see if he was still breathing even, "My, wake up… wake up..."
