It was first thing he did. [ telling Iris this story had felt like a warm embrace behind her ribs. telling him merely aches, a uniform bruise in his shape. ] He was... so unlike everyone else. Herlock Sholmes, great detective.
[ a sigh strangles out of her; what was the point of thinking she might protect him from this? the truth always comes out. ]
no subject
[ a sigh strangles out of her; what was the point of thinking she might protect him from this? the truth always comes out. ]