OPEN POST; [ SHERLOCK HOLMES / ACD/GRANADA ]

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[velluminous]

[ she reads the incredulity in his expression no matter how bad she is at discerning any other emotion. tieflings know fear, disgust. that is a generational knowledge.

those dark, lambent eyes watch him keenly; she waits on tenterhooks for him to recoil. she has seen no other tieflings here. none but humans. he will recoil.

and he does—but only to gesture her into the room. that very real tail lashes behind her. to turn her back on him now would be idiocy. so, when Sprezzatura steps forward, it's with the aura of a deeply mistrustful cat...

... and in her hand, she grips a fire poker she evidently armed herself with before his arrival. ]

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[Oh, yes, he does not expect her to trust him while in that state. Such a thing is not so easily earned after the beating she’s gotten, he thinks, and her slinking past like a leery cat is not so surprising.

He spies the fire poker in her hand. Ah. A makeshift weapon — funny how that item is always the object of such abuse (the slight bend in the iron is proof of that), though he can only hope she feels no need to brandish it against him. Holmes doesn’t intend to give her a reason.

So. He waits. Patiently. He certainly won’t rush her to move to the chair (his) and take a seat.]

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[ her entire body is upright and tense, as though flooded by electricity, as she finally passes him. her eyes sidelong fixed on him the entire while, though this may not be immediately evident given their dark nature. no way to tell sclera from iris from pupil.

it's unbearable to stand with her back to him. she turns around, amid the mess she made, and looks hard at him. ]

I will stand.

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[She treats him like he were a tiger ready to pounce, and she is lost in the jungle. Maybe that isn't too far off the mark, but Holmes can't help but lift a sharp brow at her, finally stepping forward and... past her.

She will not have her back to him, but he will. Holmes is banking on the fact that she will not have a sudden surge of violence in her veins and decide to strike a man showing a willingness to aid her. He spins on a heel, mercurial as ever, then gestures again to the chair in question. Ma'am he is offering you his chair, this is no small matter.]

It will be easier, and quicker, if you sit.

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[ he gestures, yes, but her knees will not bend. her mind won't allow for it. she has been nearly killed already—what is different about another man? they are all the same here until proven otherwise, and proven again. ]

I stand.