whispers we miss you
i miss you all too
whispers we miss you
i miss you all too
sometimes i get on pinterest and start looking at sherlock stuff and get really sad and miss the baby
happy happy birthday to my bae
YOUR RESIDENT PIECE OF TRASH IS BACK. kind of. hi hello. so here's what's happened since I've been gone:
so a lot. but things are starting to kind of wind down. I'm getting to the end of highschool career. so now I'm here to kind of destress and get back into a community that I can connect with. yaaay.
It had taken days to regain her composure, to appreciate this was all real and not some delirious dream from her prison cell. The hotel he had obtained for them was almost laughable in its luxury. While such a place would have once been a home away from home, now it all seemed so utterly meaningless. For she was alive. She had looked death in the face, chin still held high with pride, but miraculously come away unscathed. Clearly cultivating relationships, getting friends in the highest places possible, was a wise move. She may have lost her mind briefly back in London, but it was to her credit in the end. He had rescued her. Sitting before the vanity in the room they shared, hair damp from the rather long bath she had just indulged in (who ever would have thought she would find herself so thankful for clean water?) she ran her fingers through dark brown tresses, their eyes meeting in the mirror. His confused expression was amusing really, as if he had expected her to read his mind; as if the answer to her question was glaringly obvious. Indeed, it might well be, but that didn’t mean she had no intention of hearing him say it. Especially to watch him squirm. "I am not, nor have I ever been, one to fall to convention, my darling." Rising to her feet, she approached him. Pausing for a moment, almost second- guessing herself, she curled her fingers beneath his chin, tilting his face up so that she might look into his eyes. "Besides, there is time for thanks later. What I want to know is why you came.”
When she speaks, fingers pressed into his flesh, the detective is hardly amused. His hand comes to hers, removing it from him; though he wants nothing more than to jerk her far away from him, his actions remain smooth, and unbothered.
Sherlock's lips pursed, forming a soft line as he looked up to her. Being fresh from the shower, Irene was clean, and were he naive to believe it, innocent looking.
When she posed her statement? question, there was a falter in his expression, if only
for a moment. He didn't want this conversation, and he'd never wanted to explain why
he had spent his resources in tracking her down. He'd only wanted her to accept it for
what it was, whatever it might be, and had some hope she'd be decent enough
to understand that much.
He leaned back, just enough so that the smell of her toothpaste wasn't so sharp to his nose, and so that her hair didn't threaten him anymore. An eyebrow cocked upward, then an inhale, a pause before speaking.
"I had an afternoon free——" He shifted, uncomfortable in his position. "So I weighed the pros and the cons and decided that coming after you would be the best way to fill it."
so this is sorta a music box version of safe and sound by taylorswift.. i’m open for song requests. feedback would be nice too.
I want to do a Secret Santa writing type of thing, but not sure. what do you guys think?
YAWNS LOUDLY.
okay so yes I have been absent lately but here ar things that have happened since I last logged in!!
so now I'm kind of ready to get back into replying and ye ah!
Fall Out Boy | Foxes | Just One Yesterday
Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name
Lord it be great to find a place we could escape some time Me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine Every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside Sit back and watch the world go by
i've been awake since 0530 and after bathing and cleaning my room, i am successfully in the "meh" stage of my day when i need more caffeine. anyway. a few things:
mutuals: like for a short starter.