I didn’t know what to do on this day.

I knew people made cards--wasn’t doin’ that.

Wasn’t buying any, either. Save my money for better things.

I didn’t think he would have wanted something like that, anyhow. Didn’t seem like the professor. Sentimental and dripping with charm and enticement--nearly made me sick thinking on it.

That was my dilemma, ( Read more... )

My hands were pulled behind my back, held there by tightly tied and very coarse rope. I recognised it, the texture marking it as having come from this little shop by the docks and as I twisted slightly in it I found it was rather expertly done to prevent me from slipping free.

Well.

No matter. I wasn’t planning on being inconvenienced by it for very ( Read more... )

theres hardly any speech in this.
hm.
oh well!!! yar. another~ departure from moran and moriarty, altho moriarty is still there? like more shadowy tho as befitting. also dont worry!!! cameo from moran, hee~

anyhoo here it is yar

His body was never found.

Nor was mine.

A reason why the falls were the perfect location.

I moved, blown like the wind here and ( Read more... )

Perfect evening.

I’d waded through ceaseless papers and documents, hardly having proper time to even eat the entire day, yet somehow I managed to complete my work before too late an hour.

I settled down into my favourite armchair, shutting my eyes and tipping my head back as I listened to the crackle of the fire before me, warming me and lulling me ( Read more... )

The professor always had a mind for intricate plans.

I didn’t. I liked simplistic things.

So when he began to weave together his little plot I didn’t ask any questions at all, waiting for him to reveal it to me and give me my part in the piece.

I shoulda asked. Shoulda complained, more like.

I had to sit outside 221B--across from it, in an empty house ( Read more... )

I had heard whispers of it, first.

Someone had slipped into the falls.

‘Course that story altered itself, eventually, to suit the true events--no one had fallen. One man had dragged the other in after him, and as soon as I heard that I sighed even as something within me sank.

It was obvious, wasn’t it? The professor had snatched Holmes in a death grip ( Read more... )

ok im being upfront about this: this one sucks LOL im sorry i just i already did a reichenbach thing and its been a few days since ive written in this fandom (ugh and you can tell i caught myself putting moran a few times which makes sense cos ive been weeping and ranting about moran elsewhere and im used to calling him moran myself and not ( Read more... )

I had not expected Holmes back so early. I had given him another day, perhaps two, and yet when I returned to our flat he was there, brooding in his seat. I believed him lost in thought as he plucked at his violin as he did not even recognise my greeting, yet he suddenly threw the instrument down quickly, caught up in an excitement ( Read more... )

The Professor’s service.

More people than I anticipated were here. Not meant as a stinging remark, really, but the man seemed closed off. He wasn’t one for making friends and so when I noted the pews were fairly filling out I lifted my brows but kept my comments to myself.

Not that I had anyone to comment to. I’d come alone, of course.

Ha. I didn’t ( Read more... )

lol this is a prompt fill for TORTURE so um yanno dont be surprised if theres some of that ahead. i did warn you!!! so those that are iffy stay away (altho to be fair...im not super great at torture???) oh well yar. on we GO ( Read more... )