#stateofmalice

[peachtheking]

hi there, stateofmalice!

"Have you go' pizza?" [She stops pianoing and looks at the other a few paces away.]

[silentlestrade]

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    It was early in the morning and Valerie was practically asleep in the chair outside her father's office. She was curled up with the blanket wrapped around her wavering in and out of sleep. Eyes were closed until someone moved passed her. Slowly she raised her head and opened her eyes to see a man in a trench coat standing not far from her. Valerie sat up and looked at him, wondering just who he was.

[xvalebat]

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   She glanced up from her picture book as she heard someone step in the room, immediately offering a smile. Finally there was someone to talk to and something to do after being stuck in this police station for a few hours.

   "Hello!"

[deansbabyboy]

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Sam wasn't sure how they ended up working a case in London when all they had meant to do was to fly to Scotland and get Crowley's bones. Dean had gotten word and now he was here, in a morgue, standing over a body, with half its organs torn clean out. He looked up when the door opened, excepting the petite pathologist to be back but was instead faced with a tall man in a long coat.

"Can I help you?" Sam asked.

[theconsultingjunkie]

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[dead-bodies-all-around-blog]

Where Are All The Flowers? || Hades and Persephone AU || Sherlock and Molly || Closed RP

In times of ancient myth, where stories were yet to be written, gods and goddesses ruled over all the natural elements. Their home resided in what was known as Greece high on a mountain known as Olympus. Two such immortal beings came together in union and the product was a young maiden. 

This fair child lived peacefully, surrounded by the flowers of her home, being watched over by her protective mother, Irene. The child was named Molly. 

She grew up in the knowledge of her family heritage and was the favorite of her father, the all mighty king of the Gods, Mycroft. Molly grew into a young woman before their eyes and was later allowed to roam the plains in search of the flowers she so loved to pick. 

But her parents were not the only ones who so doted on her. Her uncle, the all mighty Sherlock, king of the underworld, had his sights set on her as well. He resided in his kingdom of death and decay and watched her from afar, admiring her, wanting her. 

Sherlock had urged his brother to give him Molly as a bride but Irene would hear no word of it. She did not think that Sherlock would be a suitable husband for her flower of a daughter. Molly, of course, had no idea that her fate was being decided upon and was free to roam the plain of Sicily. 

She sat upon a pile of Dahlias and Periwinkles lounging underneath the bright sun of the God Lestrade, who watched over her with an air of dismissal seeing no reason to be worried about her. 

Sherlock had failed to get Irene's consent to marry the fair Molly but Mycroft was not so adamant in his decision. He hinted that it would not be wise to wed his daughter but he saw no harm in it. 

Thus a plan was born inside Sherlock's mind, that Molly would be his. 

Irene headed to her chambers and slept for the rest of the day while Mycroft continued his rule over the land. Sherlock, however, knew exactly where he was headed next and readied his chariot in the underworld for the plain in Sicily. 

[iwillxskinyou]

stateofmalice 

      Oh, Sherlock.

            Let's try to make this round a little more interesting, hm?