#thescarletthreadofmurder

[wutcharlie]

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Charlie: Xbox broke

Charlie: sad sad times

Charlie: now I have nothing to do.

Charlie: ballocks.

[unhingedcontractkiller-blog]

thescarletthreadofmurder said: //HAPPY BIRTHDAY! <3

moriartyspawn said: happppppppppppppppppppppppppppy birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay fionaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa xxxxxxxxxx

fearfulmattybeckett said: …HAPPY BIRTHDAY?

YOU'RE ALL LOVELY AND WOW AND THANK YOU

[its-really-quite-simple-blog]

Mary looked over the paper covered floor and stepped backward "Oh wow... Yes I can see that... So How are you Mr Holmes?" She asked tilting her head to the side and smiling.

"I'm perfectly well. Currently wondering why you are in my house..."

[always--thewoman]

@thescarletthreadofmurder

((I love you too, bby! <3))

[always--thewoman]

thescarletthreadofmurder replied to your post: //GIMME IRENE! Can we do a short post as on my phone? <3

((YES, PLEASE.<333  Have Mary shoot Irene a text and we'll take it from there :D))

[athermajestysservice-blog]

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Evening, ladies.

[snipersmoran-archive]

She lives in an apartment all alone, her skin is as pale as your bones, she works all day, and gets little pay and her dreams of the future faded away. She saw it in you, you know it true, it was her way out, but Jim Moriarty found out. So he planned a plan greater than most, not that he would boast, to kill the hearts of two lovers undercover. He twisted and played, until the plan was laid bare, it all worked out for he was the winner, the king, the sinner. -(guess who.)

[snipersmoran-archive]

*Letter left tucked in a jacket* Seb, sorry Inhad to tell ypu this way but I thought disappearing for a while would.... Help? I will be back soon I promise. But you've probably been to busy to notice... All of your working and what not. Anyway I will be back shortly I hope to see you soon. Don't try to find me. -Mary. x

It was almost midnight when the muffled shot pierced the silence of the neighbourhood. It hadn't been a difficult job at all--a little town on the outskirts of London where the target had thought he'd be safe, no doubt. But the lack of witnesses and the abundance of shrubbery made it all the more easy to perform the hit.

Sebastian sat, hidden behind a line of bushes on the edge of a patch of trees, disassembling his rifle absent-mindedly, silently dreading the four hour drive he'd have to endure before he'd be back in his own bed. A small sigh left his lips and he stood up, grabbing his jacket off a nearby branch he'd draped it over when he noticed the white that peeked out from between the folds of dark fabric.

It didn't take him long to read the letter, or for his stomach to tighten at the words. Part of him wanted to find her, to ask her why-- if only because she'd explicitly told him not to. Go figure.

But he knew she'd be fine. She always was. And for all the times she'd helped him out, he knew she deserved this much.

A small smile lit up his face at the thought. And if she had any doubt he hadn't missed her, he had a whole four hour drive ahead to think about her.