𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀 ╳ 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫
MEME: “i’m not going anywhere without you.” ( from irene! ) // @thechromatica
SHERLOCK TURNED BACK ON HIS HEEL, facing her. His eyes scanned her, breath heavy in his chest. Hitmen looking for her just a few corners down, and Sherlock wasn’t sure how much longer they could be evaded. His pupils were dilated from stress adrenaline, his hand gripping her wrist tightly. ❛ Quiet. ❜ His voice was a raspy whisper, and he pulled her in against his body, seeming to wrap his coat around her as he tried to tuck them as close into the pitch - black shadowed wall as possible. One hand was wrapped around her and reaching up to cover her mouth, the other perched in his coat pocket, fingers wrapped around the handle of a gun, queued to pull it and fire if necessary. Fortunately, the men ( morons ) passed by the skip, and Sherlock slowly and hesitantly relaxed his grip on the woman once they were out of earshot. His hand moved off the gun to press his index finger to his lips, indicating to her to remain quiet, grabbing her wrist and turning away to begin heading in the opposite direction.
Only once he was sure they were a sufficiently safe distance away did he finally speak and respond to her previous statement, voice still quiet and careful. ❛ God forbid. ❜ He started searching for a cab, waving down one that turned the corner towards them. Eyes scanning their surroundings constantly. ❛ That would be a tremendously brave of you, Miss Adler. ❜
Irene should have known better, to fall into the clutches of Jim Moriarty was dangerous, too dangerous even for her liking. Irene often did get in over her head, and now with hitmen searching after she knew that her life had just gotten a whole lot harder. As he took hold of her wrist, pulling her close behind a wall in the shadows, she felt his hand cover her mouth. Her heart beat heavy against her chest, once it seemed all clear and they rushed in the opposite direction, did Irene realise that she had been holding her breath this whole time.
“What? not wanting to leave you?” Irene questioned, feeling a slight smirk form across her rose coloured lips. “Well.. I wouldn’t have anyone to have fun with now, would I?” She teased, only to cover up the fact that she did in fact care about Sherlock, it was the whole reason that the men were after her in the first place. “They aren’t going to leave me alone you know.. He won’t stop until my body is in the river, if he has his way” Irene explained, tone of voice full of despair. Brown hues looked up toward Sherlock, giving a quick yet brave smile, she got into the taxi as it parked up beside them, at least with Sherlock she felt somewhat safer than if she were on her own.
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