OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[velluminous]

[ she thinks the very same. if there was even a single benefit to that prison, it is the outcome which has led her to this bed, lying with a young man curled up to her back. his breath real and warm on her nape. the room scenting of their intimacy.

Sprezzatura sighs and dips her face forward so that he has more space to nestle. perhaps, even, to kiss. ]

If not that, then never. We never would have met. You would not have introduced joy back into this woman's bleak life.

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[She can have all the space she wants. His hand comes up and rests at the back of her neck, his fingers feeling at her hair. His mind doing its best in its state to commit it to memory.]

I suppose some good does spring from the bad, at times.

[velluminous]

[ a touch like that ushers a shiver up her spine and goosebumps beneath his fingertips. she is too opium-heavy to do much more than that, at this juncture, though her heart yearns for more. to drown in him and keep the fear at bay.

a trace of good out of the bad. she has such a difficult time seeing anything other than the bad. he has always had to guide her back out of it. ]

You lay with me like this once. You played music.

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[It is nice, isn't it? To be held and touched like this. And yet, though he might, too, submit to the heavy-lazy feeling of the opium in their veins, her remark on music has him perking up.]

Did I? Was I any good?

[Still?]

[velluminous]

Violin, yes. Very.