#thatancientserpent

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thatancientserpent

Wow, wow, no.

[ohfiendangelical]

Father,

I am well aware that I have caused harm to your favorite child, Abra. For that, I'm certain you hate me; I often find myself waiting for you to come and give me a beating or two. You never do, perhaps because you know it will upset her, but that doesn't take away from the constant paranoia. I never had to worry about having a father beating me when I was human. And now, as an adult, I find myself waiting for it every day! Look at me, living my life in reverse.

I also often find myself jealous. I know what she and you do when I'm not there. I know I'm in no place to do anything about it, either: in an instant, you could have me dead, and she loves you far too much to listen to me if I were to confront her about it.

Maybe sons and their fathers are destined to be at each other's throats. That's what I see on TV and what I read in books, anyway. They fight, but they love each other. And, in some cases, they even find it in their hearts to forgive. Even when it seems like it may almost be too late.

I don't know if you forgive me. But I do know that I love you, even when I hate you. I love you, even when you're putting your hands on my wife girlfriend. I love you, even when you and Roxanne make both Abra and I uncomfortable with your strange ongoing hatred and possible custody battle. I love you, even when you're being the devil you are.

I love you.  But I do not forgive you.

--Your Son

[ohfiendangelical]

doors

Locked.

[ohfiendangelical]

|✖|—;;          "If you two don't fucking cut it out, I'll kill Abra and flee the country and neither of you get either of us."

[xsacrilege]

Elementary || thatancientserpent

Sherlock was making her way across the square and it appeared that he was lost in his own little world. His fingers furiously moving across the keys on her phone, trying to text ‘Watson’ -  not his friend but the person that was currently working for his father to check that Sherlock wasnt drinking or involved with drugs,  while a distracted by a certain case of a dog attack but with human like attributes which lead to the dead bodies victim his visage held his features. Obviously not paying attention he nearly collided with a red haired female, catching her euphoric yet sweet delicate scent with a slight hint of sweat, Sherlock began to deduce her -  as he hadnt seen the female around his street before, he thought to himself she must be an 'escort' or perhaps a call girl -  but he would more analysis to make that conclusion. “Excuse me, but i’m assuming your going to be heading home? Maybe i should get you a taxi ” Sherlock muttered under his breath ready to step past her pausing for a moment to look at the other. “Sorry, clearly I should pay more attention to pretty redheads.”