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“We have to change our names and run away to Mexico. It’s the only way. Adios.” //couldn't help myself
STRANGE SENTENCE STARTERS
"But why? I still don’t understand."
Sherlock ceased his fussing immediately and and turned to face the captain. With an air of forced patience, sighed, " Because…certain parties think that Jack Harkness, a man of your description, and Sherlock Holmes, a man of my reputation and description, have in their possession a certain object of value. It’s better if you don’t ask questions. Faster, too. How’s your Spanish? ”
❛ It’s Christmas, Sherlock, I’m allowed to feign emotional attachment if I should so like to. ❜
" Are you? That isn't a part of your usual repertoire, Mycroft. I think the holiday spirit has gone to your head. My God, you aren't feeling festive are you? "
Petri Dish under microscope.
thereichenbachsurvivor started following you
❛ Sounds important. ❜
" Since when have you considered my visits 'important?' Sounds silly coming from you. . .shows a want of feeling. I don't recommend it for you. "
The Dutch Decision
" Pack a bag. We're going to Holland. "
Trachea
Who was the last person to make you laugh?
Come to think of it, I believe it was myself.
Do you have an addiction to drugs?
Not anymore, thank you.
When I Say Run
In the darkness, under the mask of night, the most intimate details, the most careful planning had finally come to fruition.
planning monitoring infiltration seamless execution
Goodbye Mr Holmes
Within the confines of underground bunker hidden deep in the heart of a mountain, Sherlock stood poised over the dark from of the woman. Those hands, he remembered. The shape of the nose, those vivid eyes the gentle curve of the lip. The hijab couldn't hide those things. Not when she was knelt at his feet, not as she typed her last text and not when she turned and looked at him.
"When I say run. . .run" A graceful ark took one armed guard in the arm. Shots fired. The man with the camera fell followed by the guard with the gun.
"run"
he was everything she’d expected him to be. dark eyes flitting across every inch of her figure ( searching for observations, no doubt ). deep voice. a bit choppy, but firm. fine.
’ wasn’t too familiar with him, but we did exchange a casual greeting once in a while. in the hall. in passing. ‘
she paused. he wanted her name, a name he’d surely heard. perhaps he assumed sebastian moran was a man. perhaps he’d think nothing of it.
’ moran. seb moran. ‘
seb was… lighter. manageable. though still a fair jumping off point, it would buy her some time.
’ while his death was purely accident, you should go through the papers in his office. there could be some incriminating evidence about head mobsters in america. if you feel like helping americans, that is. ‘
a small smile darted onto her face.
Out of all of the words in his lexicon, only a few stuck out in his mind to help him decipher just what he was feeling: addled struck thrown There was something about this woman that was different, something he had never noticed in a woman. Still, it was something he couldn't quite put his finger on. Was it the way she held herself? The ex-military woman? The way she turned her head? Or was it the way her eyes bored into him like drills into stone?
Sherlock jotted down scribbled nothings in his booklet for image's sake. He would remember. " Miss Moran, then. What can you tell me about the deceased?"= Again, the pen moved but wrote nothing as he listened, wrapped in her words tighter than a fly caught by the spider. " I don't care about American mobsters. That's for the police to handle." He flipped the booklet closed and started towards his cab. " My name is Sherlock Holmes. If I have any more questions about what's really important, I'll ask. Good morning."
seductive wink @ thereichenbachsurvivor
/sebastian crawls ontop of sherlock in bed.
"My, my! What have we here?"
Cow mandible with a severe infection. Poor thing 😔. #skeleton #zoology #zooarchaeology #pathology
Salt, ink, oil under a microscope.