not only Del is in the exhibition we’re gonna have...
Thank you, darling! I was confused because that means Cosima changes back into the same outfit she had in the basement, pre-party.
oh point, I didn’t notice Cosima’s clothes! well i guess that she changed while she was waiting for Delphine to return...
god lets hope there isn’t gonna be any more drama between D+ C...tho my prediction is that Cosima is gonna support Delphine this time, otherwise their conversation in 5x05 was worthless...Sarah on the other hand is gonna be furious..
something tells me that this child is forced to...
Toooootally can see that happening – and would explain your previous (Cosima is pissed at Delphine) post. Also, the entire storyline OB cooked up for them.
‘xaaaaaaactly...oh man cosima is gon’ be furiousssss...poor kiddos i feel bad for both of them let’s hope they’re gonna fuck it out eventually :P
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Mmmmm I thought the sickness came from the fact they messed with their fertility (thus why the polyps start in the uterus), whereas this particular gene “only” caused super regeneration in second generation (Kira & Helena’s babies).
that’s what i thought too but at this point i’m mostly confused lol
Eeenteresting. But isn’t that Mrs. S’s house? Would make sense there’d be Fees paintings, too.
is it? even if it is it could be Kira’s heritage...idk i think we’re gona have a major time jump just before the end credits...maybe i’m wrong though,anything’s possible :P
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Am about halfway through @haughtbreaker‘s draft of Kindred Spirits Chap. 4 (remember that fic??), and I can’t decide on what I’m enjoying the most so far: Nic’s awesome writing or @tatarrific‘s lovable nitpicky comments. lmao
@tatarrific you’re the absolute kindest! My brain saw your prompt and went “Sherlock Holmes AU” so...I hope you enjoy!
Cosima fiddled with her gloves as she stood in front of the ornate mansion, a bad habit she really needed to be rid of--especially since these were her only pair of good gloves--but she couldn’t help her nerves. This was not the sort of thing she did often, and if her husband ever found out she was here--
The door swung open with an ominous creak, and Cosima swallowed, straightening up and adjusting her pinned up hair.
The woman on the other side of the door stared at her with polite blankness. She was dressed in an elegant high-necked gown of the latest fashion, dove-grey and pinned at the neck with a brooch depicting some sort of flower. Her hair was blonde, tied neatly into a high bun, and Cosima realized she must’ve been staring too long when she spoke up politely.
“Can I help you?” she asked, a French accent wrapped gently around the words.
“I’m here to see the Detective,” Cosima said, her voice not shaking a bit.
“Well, then.” A small, almost amused smile quirked at the woman’s lips. “You’d best come in then.”
“Thank you,” Cosima said, doing her best not to stare at the luxurious halls, though she couldn’t help lingering over the paintings and sketches of flowers and experiments that lined the halls--a bit macabre, maybe, but beautiful all the same.
“This is the Library,” the woman explained, and the room certainly was one, with shelves packed with thick tomes from floor to ceiling. “Can I bring you anything? Tea?”
“No, thank you,” Cosima demurred, perching on the edge of one of the couches. The woman nodded, pouring herself a cup from a tea service on a nearby table and sitting across from Cosima.
“What brings you here?”
“I’m sure it’s a common request for the Detective,” Cosima said slowly, fiddling with her gloves again. “I need proof...of my husband’s infidelities.”
“The Detective works with the police, on kidnappings and murders and thefts of high importance.” The woman didn’t sound condescending, exactly, but carefully neutral. “What would make your case interesting enough to warrant the Detective’s interest?”
“There is...” Cosima spoke carefully. “The fact that the infidelities might not exist at all.”
The woman tilted her head curiously. “You require proof of adultery that may not exist at all. You want a reason to divorce your husband. And yet you’ve been married...less than a year?”
“Eight months,” Cosima replied. “Married more for moral reasons than for love.”
“But there is no child.” It wasn’t a question.
“The opposite issue,” Cosima said, surprising herself with her candor. “My father found me engaging in amourous congress with another woman. He rather threw me at the first man he saw.”
The woman didn’t react beyond taking a drink of her tea. “So you wish for a case to be constructed from nothing, with evidence enough to convince a judge you have grounds for divorce.”
Cosima winced. “I understand the way it sounds, but if I could speak to the Detective, explain the situation--”
“No need.” The woman sets aside her tea and stands in a single graceful motion, the blank shield covering her face falling aside to show intense interest. “I’ll take it on.”
“I--what?”
“What is your name?”
“Cosima Blair,” Cosima answers automatically. “But Niehaus again soon, with any hope.”
“Cosima Niehaus,” the woman repeats, like she is measuring it. “My name is Detective Delphine Cormier. I look forward to working with you.”
