OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[It is, indeed, a fair thing to ask.]

No, she does not. It is not something you tell a young girl like her without fearing for the consequences. Iris is brilliant for her age, but she is still just a child, one who would not fully comprehend the dire intimations behind certain decisions and dark intent that fester in society. In adulthood.

[The reasons behind why these murders happened would be comprehended, of course. Logically, he knows that Iris would understand. But in his heart of hearts, he also suspects...]

She would think of herself as little more than the child of a killer. I cannot have that.

[spelljam]

[ a dozen thoughts to absorb all at once. that he is not her biological father... perhaps she should have gleaned this on her own, but the gravity of everything else, even, outshines this particular like of thinking.

instead, she starts to tremble a bit. ]

Herlock, oh! That poor girl!

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[He thought the fact that he was not her biological father was already known (he never clarified this), help.]

I know, my dear. It is a dire truth with many complications beneath it, but one I do not wish to clumsily burden Iris with.

[Like, ever. Even though he knows that it will not always be possible.

For now, he crouches down next to her, a hand on her shoulder.]

Though I am almost sorry to burden you with this knowledge, instead.

[spelljam]

Burden? [ she covers his hand with hers; lays her other hand in the crook of his elbow like a weight or a shackle. ] I should know this of her sooner! I find out from mannequin? Herlock!

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[An apologetic smile, wan.]

You never asked.

[That was not much of an excuse-]

[spelljam]

[ WITH FEELING: ] Herlock!

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[OUGH-]

I'm sorry, my dear, I'm sorry! I simply did not know... when. Or how... to tell you. Upon visiting this place, there was no longer any excuse to keep it mum.

[spelljam]

[ UP SHE GETS ]

Yes, just so! What are we doing here? We should be at home, paying her our attention—I should be giving her her gifts! I should be thinking about date right now?

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[Aahh, well-]

We are allowed time to ourselves, too, Sprezzatura. I have missed you dearly, and I do wish for you to think of our date when it is only the two of us.

[Though he cannot blame her for being worried about Iris after what he's just relayed.]

She will be fine. We are gone for but a few hours, little more!

[spelljam]

That we should leave her alone to dote on another.

[ her parents loved each other in front of her. they never loved her. ]

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It is as though you think she is lonely , being left on her own for a handful of hours.

[spelljam]

I was lonely.

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[…Ah. His dear, dear Sprezzatura.]

…Come then.

[Takes her by the hips and playfully… turns her to face the exit. Though he stands rather close behind her, as though to remind her that she’s no reason to feel lonely here and now — Sholmes will always be near.]

Back to Baker Street.