OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[Poor Sprezzatura.

Sholmes pushes himself off the bed, darts towards the door, unlocks it-]

Back in two shakes!

[-and he’s off, going to scrounge around in her bag for this magnificent hat. He’ll return once he’s found it.]

[velluminous]

[ he's an unstoppable force, sprinting out half-nude, looking like her...

she exhales a small sigh and pillows on one arm, and like that she'll wait!

he will find her luggage brimming with the nicest clothing she could afford, and Iris' gifts gently wrapped in tissue. there is only one hat, despite the propensity of the Victorian women to wear one with nearly every outfit, so that must be it. a small, elegant felt cap, also wrapped. she'd clearly meant to give it to him in a different manner than this. ]

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[For what it's worth, he doesn't make her wait too long. The felt cap is found and unwrapped, and though he is so very eager to plop it onto his head as soon as possible, he'll wait long enough to return posthaste to his room, closing the door behind him. Miraculously remembering to lock it again because he is still, ah, half-dressed.

Moves to his bed and plops down on it next to her.]

This?

[velluminous]

That is it, yes. [ propping herself up on an elbow, because... well, she does want to see his reaction. that was the entire point. ] You put it on, choose your disguise, and... there you are.

This was also very expensive.

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[He can only imagine. If the ring was pricy, then surely this was too, if not more so.]

Oh... Sprezzatura, you needn't have spent so much on me.

[Not that he isn't delighted to have this, you know. Speaking of the ring: Sholmes removes it first, then hands it to her, the illusion dispersing.]

[velluminous]

[ at this, an unpleasant smile. ]

Oh. Eunoia and Selcouth funded this.

[ what's a little pilfering between fucking family, hm? the vile spite in her face melts away, though, when he slips her ring back into her hand. she can't bear to think of such wretched people here. ]

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[Ah. Well, then he feels-]

Then I feel far less guilty about it, ha!

[Good. Sprezzatura's parents don't require the consideration; and besides, likely they don't miss the money, either.

He gives the hat a little spring as he holds it in both hands, grinning wide.]

Shall we give this a try, then?

[velluminous]

Go on. I want to be sure you like it.

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[Sprezzatura there is zero chance he will not love this hat.]

Do I think of any disguise I want to don first? What shall it be...

[Wouldn't it be funny if he became Actual Mrs Minicle.]

[velluminous]

[ turn into an old lady. do it.

pillows her cheek on the knuckles of one hand and nods. it's as simple as that! she put good work and bad money into making it so, for Herlock who lives in a world where magic cannot be. ]

Concentrate on it. Hold it in your mind. You will need to perform appropriate motion, as well.

[ she shows him: a hand with fingers splayed passed before the face, indicating obscurement ]

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[Oh, a motion to go along with it, too. A dash of showmanship, and Sholmes does appreciate dramatic flair now and again!]

In that case, perhaps...

[Ah, well, perhaps it's predictable of him, but he really does want to disguise himself as the perfect Irene Adler. So why not do that?

Hat now atop his head, and a hand moving passing his face, he draws forth in his mind the image of Irene, a perfectly elegantly lady; not an instance that is simply Sholmes doing his best to emulate one, though he admittedly does a fair job on his own.

The magic manifests, and behold! Here sits "Irene Adler" before her, still only half dressed, mind.]

real tag

[velluminous]

[ FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck she knew he was going to do that!!!!! ]

🙂

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[Ohhh, what a change. He reaches up touch his face, then slides both hands downwards to cup his chest.]

Ohh.

[And, seemingly oblivious to Sprezzatura’s internal crisis, suddenly darts up and crosses over to the vanity, where he leans forward and places both palms flat to the desk, examining his newly feminine features in the mirror.

Enjoy the sight of his butt.]

Amazing. Absolutely incredible! It’s nigh impossible to tell I’m Herlock Sholmes at all!

[velluminous]

[ pert and pink and—

she lays back again, with a defeated exhale, and presses both hands over her face. ]

So long as hat stays on!

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[POOR SPREZZATURA,

At least she gets to admire the view for a minute or two more, as Sholmes practically mutters to himself in the mirror, all admiration for how well the disguise works, how it looks just like he imagined Irene Adler to truly be. Has he forgotten about his wife, waiting for him on the bed?

Well, not entirely. Thankfully.

Finally, he spins on his heel, hurries back over to her, practically hops onto the bed and splays himself all over her in a semi-hug.]

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

[velluminous]

[ even if he had, she couldn't find it in herself to be upset by this. there is true joy in seeing one of his disguises come to life precisely as he had always imagined her, and Sprezzatura thrills on that. when he comes over to lay atop her in an embrace, she pulls him in with both hands.

on that pretty little backside. ]

I am taking that you like your gift.

[ oh, but Miss Adler is pretty up close. ]

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[Yes, place your hands upon his perfectly round and feminine butt, that's what it's there for! It's almost as though it were real!]

Insofar as material items are concerned, it's easily the best I've ever received.

[And she's given no time to reply. He dips down and kisses her, with those soft and plush Ms Adler lips.]

[velluminous]

Mm—

[ oh, yes, yes. shower her in kisses and gratitude! she feels a wave of pleasure and giddiness, that sheer joy in his voice (still his own; the disguise is primarily visual, after all). one hand drifts up to cup beneath the soft curls at Ms Adler's nape. the other takes a warm palmful of cheek. ]

I would do so much for you, Herlock.

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[Shower her in kisses and gratitude? What an easy ask. He nips at her neck once they part, chuckling lowly at her declaration.]

The feeling is quite mutual, my love. But for today, allow me to be the one to spoil you in any way you wish.

[For the next thirty-fives minutes or so--]

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Oh, yes. Use your best discretion.

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[Goes in for another kiss, warm and loving. Finally, murmured against her mouth-]

And who should undress first, I wonder?

[Though, even as he asks, his hands roam downwards to fuss and find the bottom of his long dress shirt.]

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[ a wide smile in return. warm breath exchanged between them. he is already more than partway there, bare skin beneath her kneading palm, and she's giddy with the pleasure of his closeness. even if neither of them were to undress, that feeling would still be there: the one which says I love you. I love you. I love you. ]

May I see your body?

[ it is so rare of her to ask... but Ms Adler brings this out in her time and again. ]

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[That feeling is always there, warm and blossoming. Sholmes is so, so glad that she's come to visit, and that he can revel in such keen affection that rises to the forefront when she's close. It would be nigh overwhelming if he weren't such a self-indulgent individual.

He immediately sits up, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Only a handful needs to be taken care of; he never fully finished buttoning.]

Curious about Ms Adler, I see.

[Unsurprising. Flattering, even. Of course he'll humor her.

His shirt falls open, simultaneously revealing and still obscuring parts of Ms Adler's chest. Clear, pale skin, and the material draping partway over the curves of her supple, moderately-sized breasts. Pert, pink nipples. A long torso that's a result of Sholmes' own height, since he doesn't care to "make" her any shorter, even if she happens to tower over most ladies of the Victorian era.]

Hm?

[velluminous]

[ every inch as lovely as Herlock said. Sprezzatura is not subtle about how she bites her lip, nor her gaze's slow downward glide.

desires, yes. but also... admiration. ]

I like her.

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And she likes you too.

[He gently captures her wrists with his hands, and guides them to either side of his exposed middle, placing them there.]

A woman after her own heart. I don’t stand much of a chance.