OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[Oho, what a lewd woman. Just as he remembers her.]

And what precisely would that "something else" be?

[spelljam]

Hmmm.

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Hmm? I’m curious.

[Off to his room — a small corridor lined with a couple of doorways, one which is already ajar. Sholmes, of course, heads towards that one while he carries her.]

[spelljam]

Well. It is harder for man to show his insides than it is for woman.

[ not a very comely thing to say, but then she's kicking her feet gently back and forth and turning her attention towards the open doorway. she is curious. she does want to know. this home feels more like a home to her than her own did, at the end. what does Sholmes' most private room look like? ]

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[It's a fuckin mess.

Well, perhaps no more so than out in the living room. And by merit of having less things to clutter, there's technically less clutter, but it is of course a smaller space, and therefore maybe it seems just as disorderly as what she's already viewed.

I'm taking lots of cues from the Granada show because I'm not creative but: there is a small unmade bed with items askew atop it, newspapers stacked in the corner, and framed ink-sketched drawings hanging on the wall. A window that affords the view of Baker Street below, curtains half-drawn. A nightstand beside that.

And across the room, dressers and drawers, and tucked away next to all that, something which might serve as a vanity table, for all the makeup and wigs and whatnots spread across its surface, too.]

Not medically!

[...Probably not the sexiest retort as he steps into his room, pausing as though to figure out where to set her down.]

Here we are then. Where sleep evades me!

[spelljam]

[ ahh. she loves it.

it feels at once so familiar and yet completely new: there! his interests. there! and there! a wizard at heart. truly, she could not have loved someone more akin to her own heart.

cranes her head, eyes on the bed and its invitingly rumpled covers. ]

It is... so you.

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Quite so, everything in its proper place.

[According to his own mental filing system, which is just a mess. But Sprezzatura would understand, wouldn't she?

Hm, seems like the rumpled covers is where she's going to have to be lain down for now. Sholmes crosses to his bed and gently sets her where there are more sheets than papers. She is more than free to move things aside, though.

After that, it's time to go back to the door, closing it and locking it.]

And now, even more so, if you'd allow me to be so bold.

[spelljam]

[ pretending an interest in one of the papers, while really ogling his legs and backside peeking out beneath his shirttails. ]

I would.

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[A view that's unduly cut short, because it doesn't take long for him to turn around and return to her. He presses a knee to the mattress, leaning in, smiling and ignoring the fact that the movement makes a few newspapers slide off and land onto the floor.]

Now, where to begin? I think you may be overdressed, my love.

[spelljam]

[ well, the view of him coming is just as nice as him going. she gets to look at his lovely face, and that smile, and those eyes.

by the time he knees the mattress, her heart is rattling in her chest, and she has to work to keep a neutral face. ]

Hm? I am spending so much time picking this dress out for you, too.

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And as much as it suits you—and it suits you very well!—there are particular sights which belong to my beloved wife that I miss dearly.

Mostly those of the undressed variety.

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Even in this stranger's body?

[ how forward, Herlock! she laughs, opens her legs so her skirts drape in between and give him a space to crawl into if he so desires. reaching for him! ]

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[He settles into that space, fully kneeling on the mattress now as he loops his arms around her again.]

Even then. Though that does make me wonder... Are you able to return to a more tiefling-shaped... well, shape? On a whim, I mean.

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Do you miss it?

[velluminous]

[ she tugs off her ring. not her wedding ring. ]

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[Oh!]

Aha! There she is, my beautiful tiefling. Horns and tail and all. [His hand trails to reach at the little tuft of her tail, just to illustrate; soft!] Oh, yes, wouldn't you prefer to be in my bed like this?

[velluminous]

[ soft and flickering with contentment, happily limp in his hand. there is no way she would rather be than herself, and loved for herself, and her heart beats faster. ]

Yes.

[ she takes his hand and slips the ring onto his finger. the disguise... transfers over! easy as that. suspecting he might enjoy it. ]

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[DOES THIS MEAN HE'S A PRETTY VICTORIAN LADY NOW?]

[velluminous]

[ oh, yes :) ]

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[Then that means he now gets to look like a REAL Irene Adler — figure and all! And yes, it’s just a disguise, but surely it responds to physical touch the same way she did?]

Fascinating! Easy as putting on a ring! Unheard of!

[A bit wide-eyed, he… pushes up a boob????]

[velluminous]

[ it moves as real breast fat would. soft, warm, and generous. Sprezzatura watches with a faint smile. she thought he'd be interested. ]

Very expensive ring.

1/3 did i renew my paid just for this tag combo

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[Oh, quite interested. The ease with which he could change his form, the simplicity of putting "on" a disguise!

He drops his hand, his boob jiggling beneath his dress shirt accordingly.]

It must have been, for how real it all appears.

no

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...

[ouughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

who would do such a thing

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Blast! The potential of a near-perfect disguise! The time saved from fussing with my wig, or stuffing my corset, or even painting my face! What ingenuity!

[hnnNNNGHHHHHHHH]

And what a curse it is to live in this backwater world that cannot grace a great consulting detective with an item like this, laden with magic and practicality and the essence of deception-for-the-sake-of-investigation! Why?!

i love him

[velluminous]

[ she anticipated this kind of reaction. lays back as his dismay unfolds, the smile still in place. he really does... endear her. ]

You are very much going to like your gift, in this case.