#sleuthsts

[twinei-a]

*        @sleuthsts​

╰  .    *                      “        DO     I     HAVE     TO     ANSWER  ?        ”        it’s     times     like     these     you     yearn     for     the     presence     of     your     sister  ,         she     would’ve     had      this     handled     in     a      heartbeat  .        acid     burns     your     chest      -     an     attempt     to      channel     her  ,        take     her     strength        (        just     like     you     took     her     powers  !        )        “        don’t     i     have     rights  ?        ”

[murdeher]

         JUST  WHAT  DO  YOU  EXPECT  FROM  A  WOMAN  THAT’S  BEEN  THROUGH  WHAT  SHE  HAS?    or  what  the  public  assumes,    he  would  be  of  no  difference.    moon   -   grey  gaze  falls  down  to  her  open  palms,   tracing   each  line  and  wrinkle  as  she  speaks.    voice  brittle   and  small,    seemingly  apprehensive.     ❝     i   guess   i  just  don’t  understand  why  it  interests  you  so  much.    my  case,   i  mean.    it’s  been  awhile,   i  don’t  remember  many  details.    ❞        /         @sleuthsts!

[wrmwd]

@sleuthsts  said :     betrayal forces all our hearts to skip a beat.

they sat at a corner table on a roof - top cafe.     the sun was setting,   but at the angle at which they sat,   there were no intruding sun - rays.     the warmth blanketed ava’s back and shone gently across their table.     there was a small array of plates,   all small and stylish,    appetizers long gone ;     two cups and a glass were on his side,   three glasses on hers,    and a   spread of papers   laid down where there was room on the wooden surface.     it couldn’t be seen,   but there was a   division   between the two of them as well ;     like glass,    it separated fact from emotion.

ava monday reached for her cup of coffee   &   an understanding of where he was coming from.     the fragrance of dill and lavender filled the air,   filled her lungs.     “   the way you’ve been going about this,   mister james,   you’d think that she stopped your heart all together.   ”     a sip,   a wince ;     she’d gotten to the   sludge   at the bottom of the cup.     she licked her lips,   taking away the flavour and some of her dark - coloured rogue.     “  love is a nasty business.   unhealthy.   ”

that is,   poor for one’s health most of the time.     but ava monday was no   physician,   never mind the title before her name.     obviously uncomfortable with the topic of emotion,   she gestured again to one of the files splayed open,   a few granules of salt from their french - fries sticking to it.     it was a photo - copy of a photograph,   coloured but heavily pixelated.     surrounding the image was a mess of   scribbles   of two different handwritings :     his   and later on,    hers   over top with red ink.     a   faceless woman   was framed inside the picture,   the tip of her nose seen behind a cloud of   blonde or perhaps,   strawberry - blonde   hair.     the woman stood with her hands in her pockets and the shadows suggested that she was mid - conversation with someone off - frame.     his notes were about reasons for   conspiracy and crime   ;     hers weren’t as thrilling,    but scientific.

the woman seems to be a live subject.   capable of movement,   conversation,   and    spontaneity.     humanoid   in appearance   if not totally human in form.

“   have you spoken to any others that have encountered this woman?   ”     she dotted the man - shaped shadow in the picture with her red pen.    betrayal forces   all   our hearts to skip a beat.     “  if she’s a con - artist then there must be others.    i need more first - hand accounts of what this woman does to your minds...     and hearts.     if she isn’t a con...    then,   maybe you should concentrate on finding her,    alive.     and bringing her to me.   ”

[shawkyarchived]

INT.  A  POLICE  STATION  IN  VIRGINIA  -  DAY 

❝  TO  BE  QUITE  HONEST  ,  this  isn’t  how  i  expected  my  visit  to  virginia  would  go  .  ❞  he  surmises  he’s  speaking  to  an  investigator  now  ,  not  a  police  officer  ,  given  the  lack  of  a  standard  uniform  .  luckily  shawky’s  not  in  cuffs  or  anything              he  suspects  he  may  be  here  to  help  on  a  case  ,  as  the  summons  vaguely  mentioned  .  so  much  for  his  free  day  exploring  a  few  of  the  state’s  sights  .  he’s  supposed  to  give  a  lecture  about  modern  archaeology  at  the  university  of  richmond  tomorrow  ,  but  a  quick  divergence  and  supposedly  desperate  times  has  taken  him  to  a  town  called  salem  .  curious  .  he  watches  the  detective  from  behind  his  round  glasses  and  clears  his  throat  a  bit  .  ❝  can  you  explain  why  i’m  here  and  what  i’m  needed  for  ?  not  angry  ,  just  asking  .  and  will  i  make  my  lecture  tomorrow  in  richmond  ?  ❞

with  @sleuthsts

[griefphd]

╰  *   ‘ ⋅◝   ▬           ⁰⁰⁰     ❪         𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑         ❫           .

‘ ⋅   ♥̲      .          [          ❛          no  ,          i’ve    never    seen    any    of    those    girls    before  .          I’M    SORRY          /          ı’ɯ    soɹɹʎ          .    .    .          um  ,          uh  ,          um  .          𝚠𝚑𝚘    𝚍𝚒𝚍    𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚜𝚊𝚢    𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎    𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗          ?          ❜

@sleuthsts​       .

[sleutheirs-blog]

       ❛    𝚑𝚎𝚢.  𝚑𝚎𝚢.   ❜    one hand reaches out, 𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴.   the pads of his fingers brush soft fabric, clenches there and tugs lightly.   looking for his attention, beckoning the familiar brown of his eyes, observant and curious.     ❛    . . . 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢?  𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍?    ❜         /         @sleuthsts!

[wrmwd]

      (  @sleuthsts  )    .    THE HEART ON YOUR SLEEVE IS A STAIN.                     ❛  never  trust  the  living.   ❜

       “      WELL DONE,   DETECTIVE.      ”

they watched the man leave.          a well - tailored suit could get you a long way.          a winning smile,   a cunning tongue,   it’ll all buy the trust of others.          but not theirs.          she stood next to him with her hands in her pockets ;     there,   she held onto her trust,   held   tight   to a sense of knowing that   creeped   along her nervous system as   watched,   stared,   glared   at the man getting into the elevator.          in giving away her trust,   ava monday often sliced it like the peel from an apple.          it’d sooner rot than come to taste sweetly on a tongue.          she wondered,   however,   if   he   trusted   her.          he had no reason to,   but most people didn’t really need a reason.          except he did not seem an unreasonable man...     at least,   not until he began to think of   her     -     that other woman,   the living ghost.

ava shook her head,   then turned on her heels.          she stepped back into the interrogation room where on the table lay her notebook and mug of coffee.          “   if we killed him,   he wouldn’t be any less terrible,   ”          she remarked,   tossing the cold coffee into the soil of the nearest   dying fern   and joining him back in the hall.          she raised the empty mug at him in a mock toast,   her face slack of any gleam of celebration or glee.          “   but hold that thought,   WE MIGHT NEED IT YET.   ”           a small gaggle of poorly dressed office men rounded the corner,   saw her standing there   (  gaunt and unsmiling  )   ,   and quickly changed their course.          a wry smile quirked at her mouth then,   as quick as a wisp of candle - smoke,   disappeared.          her heels clicked along the tiled floor towards the elevator.          “   let’s go speak with someone   not   of the living,   then,   shall we?   ”          ava placed a hand against the elevator door and looked back at calvin,   her expression   estranged   from any interest.          and yet,   she stood,   waiting.

[dunnitmoved]

❛  you're holdin' out on me.  ❜   he states firmly and, frankly, a little peeved. blanc had this nasty habit of expecting people to tell him the truth when he absolutely refused to pay them the same respects.  ❛  that cannot be the most interesting case you ever had. there's gotta be somethin' better. somethin' more interesting! where's the intrigue? the layers? the necessity for gettin' those little grey cells hard at work? no, your war story is no good, my friend. ya gotta give me one that is acceptable.   ❜  

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