I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole / Till there's nothing left inside my soul

[sh_consulting]

WHO: sh_consulting and caststwoshadows
WHERE: Sherlock's flat
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: Small amounts of melodrama, massive amounts of sulkiness and generally terribleness. Mention of drug use?
SUMMARY: Desire pays Sherlock a visit.
FORMAT: Para to set up, then whatever? Action spam?

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[caststwoshadows]

[Desire can never help itself - that was it's purpose, it's definition. Today, the game is afoot with Holmes - Holmes who feels empty, tired, betrayed.

Work was all he needed.

Work and a little push. In this case the push is coming in the form of an Endless, the smell of peaches filling the flat like summertime, crowding the smell of cigarettes, but in a pleasant way. Desire is long and lean and pale, shorter than the man but it doesn't matter, as Desire is sitting on his mantleplace, legs crossed, cigarette in it's mouth like a victory.]

I can always tell where my twin is walking.

[sh_consulting]

[He could almost feel the change in the air, before Desire appeared. He drew in a long breath before he opened his eyes - even the stale smoke left in the air somehow now imbued with new life. Almost pausing to simply take in the taste and ignore the source.

But of course, he couldn't.

His eyes opened, head turning from it's place on the armrest of the couch, cold and grey and angry.]

I see you kept your word.

[There were no notes, now. No dancing like, no shifting numbers, no questions. Just coldness.]

[caststwoshadows]

[Desire takes a drag of it's cigarette, greedily, and exhales a heart.]

Haven't you heard? I always tell the truth. Edward Nygma will attest to it, if you ever stop bickering long enough.

[Desire doesn't seem to mind, or notice.]

[sh_consulting]

[Sherlock scowled, eyes turning to the ceiling. Circles upon circles and all going no where.]

I've no interest in Edward's supposed truths. [A complete lie, but one he had to tell himself.]

[The smell of the cigarette is intoxicating and demanding, a new, brilliantly clear example of what he is missing and he needs it and he wants it and he --

Clenches his fists tighter, nails digging into his palms.]

You came, I assume, for a reason. Even if that reason is merely to enjoy yourself. [He sneered slightly.] Merely. No. Incorrect word. Always.