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my masterpiece
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I may be great, but I’m not good.
Married Meme // Accepting ( @thckingreturns ) ; "We're married."
It’s a hard concept that anyone would be WILLING to marry him.
When Jim announced this to Sherlock; he’s silent. He stares long and hard at Jim. “Why would you do that to yourself?” Doesn’t stop Sherlock from kissing his new Husband’s cheek though. “I’m making tea. Would you like some?”
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Okay, he gives in, he’s dying to know what the other did to get on Mycroft’s bad side, as well.
“What did you do?”
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The doctor gave Sherlock a confused look, his mind still half asleep so it was taking a moment to process what the detective just told him. “The case?” He questioned just to confirm this. “Didn’t we solve the case six hours ago? The secretary was the murderer.” John said stated with a whine as he wanted to crawl back into bed. “…Or do you mean that one case you’ve been obsessing about?”
He gives his famous SQUINT. “Nooooo; not that case. I SOLVED that one and tomorrow it will be all over the papers, because of you.” He says a little too prideful. “Expect to look your best tomorrow. The papers will want to know every detail.”
Sherlock moves to pulling his laptop from it’s plug. He doesn’t care about the integrity of his things because Mycroft will simply replace anything Sherlock wants.
“The Nannie took the children. She doesn’t have a record because she’s being paid under the table and she just texted me a ransom.”
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𝓜━ The day had been nothing short of infuriating – phone call after phone call, all bad news, plenty of punishments to go around… Vikrav was thrilled, of course. After spouting off the remediation tasks and hanging up his cell, Jim had left, swiftly using the opportunity to step outside in the night’s air to let it cool his too-warm skin. Gazing up at the stars above, barely visible between the smog that always hung over London, the consulting criminal focused, instead, on the all-too-familiar sounds of the city… until an unmistakable voice interrupted the focus.
Dark eyes fell to the one and only Sherlock Holmes, bedraggled at best, as his eyebrows rose. To call them enemies would’ve been far too simplistic, friends far from the truth. But had the detective really just asked him to lunch? Jim’s stomach answered far before he could. When was the last time he’d eaten?
“Lead the way,” came the far-too-calm response, a hand motioning out toward the general direction Sherlock had been headed, “Please tell me it’ll be greasy…?”
Sherlock is in the company of one of the most dangerous men in the world, but he’s not in fear at this moment. He feels the calm because they aren’t exactly on each others radar in this moment. Doesn’t mean Sherlock isn’t still up for the challenge to DESTROY Jim. Sherlock tells himself it just doesn’t seem to be something he wants to do right now.
“It’s street food. Grease is all you can EXPECT and it will still taste DELICIOUS.” He promises and leads the way for Jim to follow in stride. He’s enjoying the idea of having Jim’s company during his meal. However, he can hear John’s voice shouting for Sherlock to return home. Yet, Sherlock glances to Jim and smiles fondly.
“Did we really just walk into one another or is this a set up?” He asks wasting no time. He was looking forward to eating and conversation. #firstdate goals #munchies -- or whatever.
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sherlock with forlorn eyes
or the times that sherlock’s eyes say more than his words tell us
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Send “We’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married.
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He smiled - outwardly at Sherlock’s attempt, inwardly at the acceptance of his lie. “Well, we’ll see if I’m feeling the same way if she falls off the wagon again. As for Greg… he’s not my type.” No point going back to sleep at this point, John drifted behind Sherlock to glance at the laptop.
“I know his name because people tend to like you more when you remember things like that. Also, it’s polite. New case?” The blog at this point is just something he has to do to maintain the cover until it would make sense
If it is, though, he will actually have to get some rest. Running about London sleep deprived was less than fun.
Typing more on the laptop and Sherlock paused while the page loads. “Pfft, that is LAUGHABLE. Who wants to be LIKED when one can have KNOWLEDGE?” He began scrolling through cases that have been opened recently.
Much to the other’s MISFORTUNE; Sherlock is possessive of John. He doesn’t mind occupying all hours of John’s day.
“Define new.” He keeps scrolling until he stops on one title. Two words stood out; ‘ABANDONED HOUND’ and Sherlock is suddenly interested. He leans forwards and skim reads the case summary. Would he be allowed to have a large dog in 221 B?
“Yes; new case.”
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Send in ‘You’re still awake?‘ for your muse to find my muse in a state of sleep deprivation.
Send in “I don’t know how I’m still up.’ for the reverse.
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“His name is Greg, not Gavin. You’ve stolen his badge enough to know that much.” He leveled an easy glare at Sherlock, not calling him out on the lie. “If it means you will let me sleep, I was checking in on Harry. She’s decided to quit her drinking.”
Not true - she’d mentioned in the rare call a few months ago she’d be trying but he hadn’t reached out to her. But he supposed it was believable enough for the John that Sherlock knew him as.
“We may not get on, but it doesn’t mean I can’t be supportive.” She could drive herself to death in the bottle if she wanted and it wouldn’t be any big issue to him, but that wasn’t the front. Even as far as his father was concerned, he’d be hurt by that.
He pauses. “That’s the big mystery. Family. Satisfying conclusion?”
The glare is met with an EYEROLL. “If you’re SOOO concerned with his name; then why don’t you go MARRY him.” This hardly stops Sherlock from walking over to the desk and opening his laptop. He adds in code and suddenly the internet world is open for him to dig through.
Half listening, Sherlock glanced to John’s direction.
Was he satisfied with the conclusion? Something in his gut says to WORRY, but Sherlock’s obsession with John overrides Sherlock’s decision making skills. John Watson is Sherlock’s golden boy and right hand man.
“You are.... right. You’re GOOD to support her, John.” He spoke hesitantly; like he was trying those words on for size.
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“Oh, it’s a device I made. My sonic screwdriver controls sonic waves; sound waves, radiation, electromagnetics - stuff like that.” Holding the puzzle in one hand, she took the sonic out of her pocket with the other, and clicked the button on the side to make it light up. “It’s great at opening locked doors.”
She briefly looked up as they crossed the road, but froze as soon as they’d reached the other side. “What? No! You’re not- wow!” Tucking the sonic back in her pocket, she reached out to shake his hand. “I’m a big fan! I pretended to be you once, back when I was a man. I even wore the hat! I love the hat. It’s sort of iconic, isn’t it?”
He fears her sanity isn’t completely there, but Sherlock can’t make any comments. He’s hardly of sane mind himself. He makes no comment about the little device in her possession. Sherlock wouldn’t believe her until he sees it for himself.
“I’ll take your WORD for it.”
After they cross the street; Sherlock is conflicted. While he enjoys her good praise, Sherlock is again questioning her sanity. She earns a laugh out of him and he takes her hand to shake lightly.
“Ah.. the HAT. I personally; HATE it.”
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Texting Meme // Accepting ( @thckingreturns ) ; Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse.
[txt] Serial killer with a kill count of seven. [txt] Can you blame me for being distracted?