nor iron bars a cage.

Erin Holmes. Or Erin Trevor, depending on who you ask. // modern holmes-verse au. crossovers welcome.

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   "It is Father's Day, then?"

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Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

Send ✘ for an unsent text

Send ☠ for a threatening message

Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message

Send ♣ for a drunk message

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allthe headcanon symbols

    ☾: Erin is a very heavy sleeper, but it doesn't help that she moves around constantly - waking up on the floor from rolling off of her bed is a regular morningtime ritual.

   ☠: As her general life philosophy is "go big or go home," it applies (though not often) to drinking as well.

   ♒: Being absurdly, completely terrified of dogs does not help, but at least London has a deficit of large ones.

   ⋆: She's gray-ace or demisexual at the least - but keeps it to herself, mostly.

   ☮: Erin has a small scar through her eyebrow she got from smashing her face into a brick when she was five.

   ☻: A fierce passion for astronomy means many of her career plans involve not telling Sherlock for a long time.

   ♤: Despite being exposed to them for many years, Erin detests being dragged along to crime scenes to see more dead bodies.

   ☯: Listening to people eat makes Erin want to tear her hair out.

   ☄: She adores the rain but hates the cold.

   ☼: Erin is somewhere close to being able to adequately cook for herself, but is far off anything considered "gourmet" (and only slightly into "edible.")

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Headcanons Go~

☾: Sleep Headcanon

☠: Drinking Headcanon

♒: Phobia Headcanon

⋆: Sex Headcanon

☮: Random Headcanon

☻: 'Like' headcanon

♤: 'Dislike' Headcanon

☯: Pet Peeve Headcanon

☄: Weather Headcanon

☼: Cooking Headcanon

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   [sms] alice’s. her parents are arguing again and too embarrassed to ask me to leave

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[Text] That’s a twenty minute drive! -SH

[Text] I’ll be there, but I’m going to have to take my case with me. -SH

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   [sms] oh god

   [sms] do i ask what your case is or do i save myself

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   [sms] i suppose you don’t have to, but i’m sure there’s many reasons you should

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[text] You drive a good argument. Where are you? -SH

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   [sms] alice's. her parents are arguing again and too embarrassed to ask me to leave

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   [sms] hey, could you come pick me up?

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[text] Must I? I’m busy. -SH

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   [sms] i suppose you don't have to, but i'm sure there's many reasons you should

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   [sms] hey, could you come pick me up?

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sparrow and wolf lay as still as the blades of the grass, like worn leather boots, of colour and size that would last. caught them a lark in a trap, and each held a wing, then they tore it apart, before that small bird could sing.

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   “He enjoys it,” she said, moving after Cecelia. Erin had told him this time she wasn’t coming with him. She had a tolerance for dead bodies, and it ended at pulling them apart to examine wounds. Even if it only started in the lab it always managed to end in the morgue (with Molly watching.) “God knows why.” She perched on the counter. “You should have someone over, then.”

“Don’t make it any less weird,” she laughed, pulling out a mug then turning a little to Erin. “You want tea or coffee?” Cecelia didn’t do well with… dead things. Or blood. She’d gone to University to do medicine, but after fainting a couple times decided than being a doctor probably wasn’t for her. It still made her ill actually. “But then I’d got more distracted, anyway, the windows have a better view.”

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   "Coffee," she said, "and I'm not sure anything could make it less weird." Kicking her legs slightly, she shrugged. "I'm quite sure he'd like me to like it too, but he's not managed to convince me so far." At least exams near allowed her something of an excuse for begging off accompanying him. She looke back up at Cecelia. "Should find something more interesting, then,."

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   “Inset day.” She shrugged and stood up, leaving her coffee mug on the counter. It’d been a couple years since she had seen her aunt, but she evidently hadn’t changed that much. “Sherlock’s off somewhere. He mentioned something about Barts, I think.” Moving over to the living room, she leant against the wall next to Cecelia. “You usually come here to “work”?”

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“Ah, he’s off playing with dead bodies or something then,” she went to turn on the kettle, obviously used to being allowed in and out the flat. She had a big house in Belgravia, but sometimes it just felt too big for her being on her own. She liked his small flat, sometimes curling up on the sofa and sleeping if it got late. “Yeah, well, not usually, just sometimes. I get easily distracted at home.”

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   "He enjoys it," she said, moving after Cecelia. Erin had told him this time she wasn't coming with him. She had a tolerance for dead bodies, and it ended at pulling them apart to examine wounds. Even if it only started in the lab it always managed to end in the morgue (with Molly watching.) "God knows why." She perched on the counter. "You should have someone over, then."

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   Erin shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. “She had work,” she said, as some way of an excuse. Being suddenly packed off to one relative or the other wasn’t too uncommon. “And I thought you did, too.”

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“I am, I’m writing about how easy it is to have sex in New York compared to London—” she held up her notepad, shrugging a little. Cecelia didn’t really have a filter with these things, it all just came out. “You not at school then?” She probably didn’t see Erin enough to have a decent relationship with her, but she could work at it. 

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   "Inset day." She shrugged and stood up, leaving her coffee mug on the counter. It'd been a couple years since she had seen her aunt, but she evidently hadn't changed that much. "Sherlock's off somewhere. He mentioned something about Barts, I think." Moving over to the living room, she leant against the wall next to Cecelia. "You usually come here to "work"?"

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Cecelia let herself into her brother flat, grumbling at the mess. Jesus christ, did the man never tidy up? She only came here to work sometimes, she liked to sit by the window, watch the worlds go by. A noise in the kitchen made her jump. “Shit, sorry, sorry Erin, I thought you were at your mothers.” 

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   Erin shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. "She had work," she said, as some way of an excuse. Being suddenly packed off to one relative or the other wasn't too uncommon. "And I thought you did, too."

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trick or treat || gabriel & erin || closed

      She may have come to England following a trail of clues to find out what had happened and why the angel radio was silent, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to have a little fun while she was there.

      There was nothing she could do to find them anyway. Should she simply timetravel back, she might suffer the same fate, and there weren’t any on Earth.

      It left two options. But until she could find the Winchesters, she couldn’t exactly confirm anything, so stirring up chaos all over Earth seemed a good way to go.

      (The only reason she had chosen the UK was that one Mr Sherlock Holmes had a stick up his ass bigger than Michael’s, and she fully intended to pull it out. Painfully.)

      She didn’t know how yet, but after watching him deduce crime scenes for two weeks she was starting to get an idea or two. This crime scene wasn’t interesting enough to do much, but she could work with it. She was invisible in the corner of the room, lollipop in her mouth and a wolfish grin which never seemed to leave on her face.

      His family surrounded him, listening to him talk about the victim’s life and why they’d come to be dead on the floor. He was right in all aspects of it, but she could change that. Manipulating the past didn’t take much.

      “Got anything yet?” A silver haired man - DI Lestrade, she noted, looking at the badge — poked his head into the room. “You have five minutes left, Sherlock. I just need — something.”

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      Coat pulled tightly around herself, Erin leant against the wall and glared at a spot across the room from her. She had a class to be in, not another crime scene she had no reason to be near, let alone in. She'd been dragged there as part of her "education," Watson insisting it would be a good experience.

   "He worked in IT," Sherlock proclaimed to the tearful family, staring at the body. Erin attempted to tune out, turning up her music as loud as she could. She still wasn't sure how Sherlock managed to get her out of school so often, insisting all the knowledge she took in there was "useless" and "inane," and dragging her somewhere to learn about crime and types of tobacco ash.

   “Got anything yet?” Lestrade asked, tapping his foot - impatience? nervous, more likely, inspection coming up - and crossing his arms. “You have five minutes left, Sherlock. I just need - something.”

   Sherlock straightened up and tugged his coat closed. "I need his internet history," he spoke, turning to Watson.

   Watson cleared his throat. "Something to do with IT, I suppose?"

   Sherlock stared critically at him. "Astounding leap."

   Someone snorted from the corner, Erin frowned and turned her head. Aside from the watery-eyed family, no-one had been there. "Are we going now?" she asked.

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   "Was that really neccesary?"