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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[Don’t you know that solving cases is even better than sex!!]
Well. Not quite yet. I need this city to produce a murder for us first—one of interest, of course—but soon after that, we might make for an unstoppable team!
Well. Not quite yet. I need this city to produce a murder for us first—one of interest, of course—but soon after that, we might make for an unstoppable team!
This is Herlock Sholmes, as he should be. [ in the flesh, in his home. not trapped in a prison, not mind-broken by his possession, or by the Warden. father. this is the man she loves, allowed to be the fullest sense of himself with no walls or barriers. she has never truly been allowed to see him before, and she loves him all the more now.
her hand comes up and gently secures on his shoulder, holding him close with her face still tucked beneath his chin. ] As I always imagined.
her hand comes up and gently secures on his shoulder, holding him close with her face still tucked beneath his chin. ] As I always imagined.
[A detective who operates on his whims, on his desire to stimulate the mind, to solve a puzzle, to keep the ennui of routine at bay. But to also know what matters even more than that: loved ones to keep close. If not by proximity, then near the heart.]
No. Now this is Herlock Sholmes, as he should be.
[Nuzzles in closer, breathes out a laugh against her hair.]
With his beloved by his side. No?
No. Now this is Herlock Sholmes, as he should be.
[Nuzzles in closer, breathes out a laugh against her hair.]
With his beloved by his side. No?
[Reverie was worth it for all the connections they wrought while they were there.]
An irreplaceable partner in more way than one!
[A squeeze in return. Real. Solid.]
But first, we must have you settled in. I have so many questions for you! Such as how you managed such a clever disguise of your own.
An irreplaceable partner in more way than one!
[A squeeze in return. Real. Solid.]
But first, we must have you settled in. I have so many questions for you! Such as how you managed such a clever disguise of your own.
[ a laugh; she shifts in her seat to fight off the desire to hike her skirts a little and straddle him, but while the hansom driver would not see, the scandalized looks of everyone on the street who could would surely give them away in the end. but she does dare to take his free hand and brings the knuckles to her lips. ]
Almost like magic.
Almost like magic.
[Oh, it would nearly be worth it, scandalized looks or not. But it's okay, she'll have plenty of time to straddle him all she wants later.]
Aha, certainly more than just illusion, however.
[A little flutter in his chest as she kisses his knuckles, and only when she loosens her grip does he drift his hand a few inches above her head. No horns to even bump into.]
Quite effective, indeed. Mrs Minicle is jealous.
Aha, certainly more than just illusion, however.
[A little flutter in his chest as she kisses his knuckles, and only when she loosens her grip does he drift his hand a few inches above her head. No horns to even bump into.]
Quite effective, indeed. Mrs Minicle is jealous.
[It is, indeed.]
Oh, and worth every penny, no doubt. Still, what an investment, and for me — yes, I’ll be sure to make it worth the effort. We shall spare no expense on our lovely Ms Vaux while she is in town!
[Brave words from Sholmes who is brokeass half the time.]
Oh, and worth every penny, no doubt. Still, what an investment, and for me — yes, I’ll be sure to make it worth the effort. We shall spare no expense on our lovely Ms Vaux while she is in town!
[Brave words from Sholmes who is brokeass half the time.]
Herlock, I do not need expense. We could never leave your flat and I would be content.
[ this is not strictly true—she has in her the desire to roam. a new world! new discoveries to make.
but... knowing it is a world inherently without magic does quell the urge somewhat, and allows her to focus on the thought of laying in bed with Sholmes and watching the sunlight slowly move across the room. perhaps Iris laying between them. a book on their laps.
has she always felt so... domestic? she hasn't even met the girl yet. ]
[ this is not strictly true—she has in her the desire to roam. a new world! new discoveries to make.
but... knowing it is a world inherently without magic does quell the urge somewhat, and allows her to focus on the thought of laying in bed with Sholmes and watching the sunlight slowly move across the room. perhaps Iris laying between them. a book on their laps.
has she always felt so... domestic? she hasn't even met the girl yet. ]
[And since when has Herlock Sholmes been domestic, either? (Minus the whole adopting a daughter thing.) The life of a detective was never suited for it, and he never truly yearned for it, but if he knew the picture that she was painting in her own mind, he would so very much find himself wanting to indulge. To make it reality. They can, soon.]
Oh, I know. That isn’t quite how I meant it. That is to say…
[He looks out to the street, to the many people and their lives passing by.]
I assume I might not have to hide anything at all, should I visit your world. A change of clothes at most perhaps, but not a change of form. For you to be here, it is not so simple. So much preparation, and so much willingness to give up a shape you know so well. One that I very much love you for.
[So, it does feel a bit lopsided, hm?]
Oh, I know. That isn’t quite how I meant it. That is to say…
[He looks out to the street, to the many people and their lives passing by.]
I assume I might not have to hide anything at all, should I visit your world. A change of clothes at most perhaps, but not a change of form. For you to be here, it is not so simple. So much preparation, and so much willingness to give up a shape you know so well. One that I very much love you for.
[So, it does feel a bit lopsided, hm?]
[ yes. he could visit all of Faerun without once requiring to disguise himself (though, knowing him, he still would find reason to). but even in the realm where they very definitively exist, tieflings are not always welcome. she has known that all her life, and in the days preceding that awful train detour, she had used this disguise at home and found it stark how much easier it was to just... be someone else. Waterdeep has no great love for the Vaux daughter.
quietly, she fans out her fingers with their perfectly curved, trimmed nails, and examines them. ]
But I love you. It was not difficult choice to make.
quietly, she fans out her fingers with their perfectly curved, trimmed nails, and examines them. ]
But I love you. It was not difficult choice to make.
[He glances back at her, the way she looks at her hand—her nails, now so very human, not the sharp tips of a tiefling's—and gently takes that hand in his own, instead, squeezing fondly.]
A love that I return tenfold and will always be grateful for. Not one that I hope you think I ever take for granted, my dearest; in that vein, perhaps I am long overdue in paying your own Waterdeep a visit sometime soon?
[Meanwhile, after a turn down a long and bustling street, their cab begins to slow to a stop.]
A love that I return tenfold and will always be grateful for. Not one that I hope you think I ever take for granted, my dearest; in that vein, perhaps I am long overdue in paying your own Waterdeep a visit sometime soon?
[Meanwhile, after a turn down a long and bustling street, their cab begins to slow to a stop.]
[He laughs, brightly.]
And would that be so bad? An extended stay!
And would that be so bad? An extended stay!
[He nudges in to give her a kiss, still wearing that smile.]
And I love you.
[When their lips meet, the hansom cab finally lulls to a complete stop. The driver announces from his seat outside: You're home, Mr. Sholmes!]
And I love you.
[When their lips meet, the hansom cab finally lulls to a complete stop. The driver announces from his seat outside: You're home, Mr. Sholmes!]
[And naturally, it's the first he's heard it uttered, too, and Sholmes' smile brightens even more. It brings even a tinge of red to his cheeks, rosy and warm.]
A name that suits you, though perhaps I'm biased!
[Ehe. Maybe he really is suited to married life — he just needed the right partner.
What a terrible shame it is to pull away so that he can gather up both suitcases and trundle out the cab, leaving the door open for her to follow, but they have all the time in the world to make up for it later.]
Alley-oop! Here we are, 221B!
[The outer facade of the building is well-kept and welcoming, not at all resembling the chaos it often keeps sequestered within.]
I hope it'll be to your liking.
A name that suits you, though perhaps I'm biased!
[Ehe. Maybe he really is suited to married life — he just needed the right partner.
What a terrible shame it is to pull away so that he can gather up both suitcases and trundle out the cab, leaving the door open for her to follow, but they have all the time in the world to make up for it later.]
Alley-oop! Here we are, 221B!
[The outer facade of the building is well-kept and welcoming, not at all resembling the chaos it often keeps sequestered within.]
I hope it'll be to your liking.
[ his approval is like a bomb going off inside her. devastating. she will never recover from the joy of it. cups his cheek until he climbs from the cab, then she gathers up her yellow skirts and disembarks.
a door is just a door. somehow she hadn't pictured it to be set into a townhome. ]
Oh, I am being many worse places.
a door is just a door. somehow she hadn't pictured it to be set into a townhome. ]
Oh, I am being many worse places.
Oh, but you've not set foot in my flat! [Er, wait.] ...I have heard it called a place of unbridled chaos, though I'm sure I needn't worry. You and I both know that genius resides buried within chaos!
[These are the usual excuses for a messy room, it would seem.
At any rate, Sholmes takes the time to pay the cab driver with a thanks. There's a brief, baffled exchange in which the older gentleman inquires about his status: Wherever and wherever did you get married, Mr Sholmes? I thought I would've read about such an event in the paper!
And Sholmes responds perhaps too honestly: Years ago, and in prison! Ha! And you know I'm not the sort to do anything with pomp, circumstance, or aplomb, my good man!
Since when.
Anyway, this only leaves more confusion in its wake as the driver is given another round of thanks and left to his questions as Sholmes returns to the task at hand; unlocking the door, letting Sprezzatura in first, and then following behind with their suitcases in hand.
The lower floor is nothing special. Very Victorian. Clean and neat. Clearly not where Sholmes resides. He hurries up the steps.]
This way, my love, this way!
[These are the usual excuses for a messy room, it would seem.
At any rate, Sholmes takes the time to pay the cab driver with a thanks. There's a brief, baffled exchange in which the older gentleman inquires about his status: Wherever and wherever did you get married, Mr Sholmes? I thought I would've read about such an event in the paper!
And Sholmes responds perhaps too honestly: Years ago, and in prison! Ha! And you know I'm not the sort to do anything with pomp, circumstance, or aplomb, my good man!
Since when.
Anyway, this only leaves more confusion in its wake as the driver is given another round of thanks and left to his questions as Sholmes returns to the task at hand; unlocking the door, letting Sprezzatura in first, and then following behind with their suitcases in hand.
The lower floor is nothing special. Very Victorian. Clean and neat. Clearly not where Sholmes resides. He hurries up the steps.]
This way, my love, this way!
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