OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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Unless you'd like Iris to walk in on us in a most compromising position!

[girl he's not even wearing pants right now]

[spelljam]

[ under no circumstances does she want that. it would ruin all hope of a positive first meeting. but, also.

she has been away from him for so long. ]

You will not show me your room, Herlock?

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[For all of Sholmes' cavalier attitude, he... also would not want that, no.]

Right now?

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Does your daughter enter your room unannounced when its door is closed?

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Absolutely not! She has more manners than I do.

[At least he is self-aware.

Well, with that, he stands. His arms are still around her, though, so she gets scooped up accordingly.]

Then come, my love. You're well overdue for seeing the inside of my room.

[spelljam]

[ a scoop! that makes her smile. this is where her tail would wend about his waist to hold her steady, but without, she simply leans into him and bears the feeling of being not completely moored. ]

Hmmm... inside of your room, or something else of yours?

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

And what precisely would that "something else" be?

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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.]

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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!

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[ 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.

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[ 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 :) ]