finalflight | OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[...He does know it. He's suddenly sorry to have brought up what seems to be a point of uncertainty in her life, though it seems silly to feel that way. He is her future husband, is he not?]

I hope I am helping you find that answer.

You are. [ Mammon, she hopes he believes that ] My life is coming back into colour.

…good.

[Murmured into her neck. He is glad to hear that.]

There’s nothing worse in life than stagnation.

[ he can't know what waits for him in a prison across worlds, but it still jars unpleasantly to think it. ]

Some things.

[And yet he might still make the argument that he met her there, even if he knew the details.]

Mm, like what?

Betrayal.

[Huh????]

Who would do such a thing?

[ something Reim once said to her...

a low, hot murmur against his neck, ] No accounting for family.

Family?

[It shouldn't be surprising, because family is often a source of conflict, especially in the upper circles of English society. Sholmes himself will soon be shipped off to Oxford, for example, so that he might fully integrate himself into the rank and file. The idea both compels and disgusts; he would like to study the sciences, but only on his own time, and not amid peers who would dull his mind. He is upset, in some ways, with his family because it is not ideal, and yet they'd see him remain there all the same.

(In the future, he will get an entire case out of the friends he makes at university, having to do something with a man named Musgrave and a ritual, but that's years and years from now.)

Still, even this is not on the same level as he would call a... betrayal.]

A jealous sibling...?

Edited (repetition!!!) 2025-06-30 16:19 (UTC)

[ would it not be seeking comfort and coddling to tell him? to this day she struggles so deeply with revealing this part of her life to those closest to her. always simpler when they are a stranger for whom knowing her is only a tiny fraction of their life, and whom she will never have to see again.

when it is Sholmes...

she's quiet at first, merely turning her face deeper into his neck as though seeking a hiding place, and hugs her thighs around his hips. in every way, folding up. ]

My father, my mother.

[ ...Oh. That's...

The way she becomes smaller, folded up against him, is so telling.

Broken relationships between parents and their children are also not unheard of, but they rarely revolve solely around betrayal and little else. He realizes that there may be more to the story, of course, and yet his gut instinct tells Sholmes that there is no love lost between his future wife and future in-laws.

Future in-laws. What a... terrible... notion...]

Unforgivable. Utterly selfish, to ruin a path you wished to tread.

[ she simmers with her anger. always, always. dully, even a little coldly: ] They wish to tread it first.

And why not be proud of what their own daughter can accomplish? How strange, to be treated like... competition.

I am given middle name of "Morosis". Herlock.

[It’s nearly hard to believe. To be given a name like that, it feels nearly… spiteful. Like there’s not an ounce of love.]

A name that I know does not apply.

[He’s known her for less than a day but this is an easy conclusion to make.]

Sweet boy.

[ suffused with exasperated warmth. how can he know? how can he know yet? ah, a teenage boy, truly. ]

Would you like to come inside me?

[O-oh.

A high and lustful teenager, already fascinated with her body, will of course reply in the affirmative with no thought of the consequences, if any. He had already suggested as much before, didn't he?]

Yes.

Say "please, Ms Vaux".

[Wait, did he ever receive the last name loredrop before now?

…doesn’t matter. He is too high and too eager for her body to care.]

Please, Ms Vaux.

[ half-sure she can feel him twitch ]

Please, Ms Vaux.

[Ohh…]

Please. Ms Vaux. Let me come inside of you.

[ good boy. ]

Please, please. I want to feel your want, Herlock.

[Aha, she likes to hear them beg. What does that say about her personality, what can he intuit more? ...Who knows, he's abandoned logic for now. He only knows he can give her what she wants.]

Please. Please, I beg of you. [Imploring, stretched out syllables, just for her.] You'll... you'll drive me mad, otherwise.

[ this is... exactly what she's asking for, yes. that longing tone. Sprezzatura's hand creeps between them and toys at the wet head of his cock. how she wants to kiss him. to hold him inside. ]

Hilt yourself, then.

[ but first, he'll have to get out of her lap. good luck! ]

[He's briefly distracted by how she touches him, reveling in the sensation of her touching such a sensitive spot. He aches for her, even despite their brief pause where they talked about such dreadful things like family.]

Hmmmnghhh...

[The noise of effort he makes, trying to push himself off of the chaise just enough to... sidle off of her. Give him a moment.]

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