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i’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage

for ellie

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"Oh, now don't put yourself down so easily. However, no, you were not my motivation, unfortunately. Business, and a bit of nostalgia, perhaps? I like it here...and I have a broad client base. Now that I don't have to hide, I can be wherever I choose."

"Y’barely notice it, really, well… guess that depends if you smoke or not. What brings you back, anyway? Doubt you came back just to see me." 

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"It's nice to be back - much like being in my own skin, I feel. There's just something about London that makes it easier to breathe.... though, it can't possibly be the smog." 

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"Welcome back to London, miss Adler." 

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"I wanted to show little glimpses of Moriarty’s vulnerability. You can’t go down that road too much because that’s not what one’s job is when playing the main antagonist, but you got to see that towards the very end, when we realize he’s going to kill himself. He’s a very desolate, very lonely, very unhappy person." - Andrew Scott [x]

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Irene smiles, taking the mug from Winter and taking a deep whiff. "You're pretty good at this thing - they should hire you." She winks. "My goodness, you're right - I am in luck. May I have two? I'm terribly hungry, and could use the sustenance for work today." She moved across the counter to the till, pulling her purse to the front of her body to reach for her wallet.

"My kinda drink!" She all but bounced in place before nodding to the woman. "You should stop by once we start offerin’ the fall stuff. ‘S absolutely delicious an’ ‘m not just sayin’ that cause I make it." Winter hums quietly for a moment before falling silent to concentrate on making the latte. After a generous sprinkling of nutmeg, she slides it over before laughing quietly. "You’re actually in luck…We have a few mini-eclairs left."

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Irene looks over the menu. "I'll take a latte. Can I get some nutmeg on top, too? A bit festive, I'd think." She smiles, sliding one cloth-covered hand into the clutch now settled on the counter, tugging out a five pound note as she looks at the pastries available. "Also - do you have any eclairs? Not the enormous ones; one that's actually manageable for breakfast?"

"Hey there." Winter gives the woman who just walked in a grin. "If you give me a second I’ll be right with you." She holds up a gloved hand and slides the pan of pastries into the display case. Once she’s done, she takes off her old gloves and slips on a new pair. "What can I get you, darlin’?"

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wininthetardis

Look who's walking into a nice, adorable bakery. I'll give you a hint - it's Irene. She knows how to keep herself relaxed on her afternoon off, and today it includes a yummy, flaky pastry and a mug of joe. Her palazzo pants swish slightly against the door that's held open for her, and she smiles at the faceless man who's performed the gesture, turning straight to the counter and smiling at the woman behind it. 

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I miss you.

[[ Oh gosh I have no idea when this was sent but hello I'm back. Ish. ]]

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Don’t underestimate the allure of darkness. Even the purest hearts are drawn to it.

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD)

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I don't know about you, but Bombay was not my ideal vacation spot.

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Irene had frankly been wondering for a couple minutes whether or not the man had any peripheral vision or sense of when someone was near him; he was so engrossed in his newspaper (or so he appeared to be) that he hadn't even noticed when the woman sat beside him and crossed her legs, leaning back against the bench comfortably. She'd done her research this time, but frankly, recorded facts could really only tell you so much.

She smiled sweetly at him. "Well, I think that depends on what you think you would be able to do to help me." Offering a hand, Irene's smile softened slightly. "Irene Adler. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Tyson didn’t have anywhere to go for the next few hours. So he grabbed a cup of tea and sat down with a copy of the Independent on a bench in the London Underground. He was at the Oxford Circus station. The tea passed as little more than coloured water but he hadn’t expected much from a stall in the underground. He flicked through the newspaper half heartedly, he knew it all already and the only actually ‘news’ was the resignation of an opposition backbencher. He sighed and folded up the newspaper to find someone sitting next to him.

“Hello there, can I help you?” He asked.

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John. You're looking well, also. Sherlock hasn't run you into the ground yet? I'm impressed.

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Hello, Miss Adler. I see you seem to be getting along rather well.

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It was Wednesday, which meant Irene was taking her night off and turning it into a nice relaxing evening on her own. That didn't, of course, mean that she would be spending it quietly, at home, with a book -- no, that would likely happen later. Right now, she liked to treat herself to a nice dinner out in a quiet restaurant with high standards for its customers.

Irene smoothed a hand down the skirt of her dress, shifting the folds of the blue-green cloth until it lay flat across her thigh, obscuring the slit that ran up the same area. The waiter brought her another glass of Merlot  and she gave him a sweet smile before settling back into her chair, the glass in her hand.

It wasn't often that someone spoke to her on these nights out alone, and she was surprised to hear a voice coming from the left. She turned, and raised an eyebrow. 

"Miss Vellex. I can say the same for you. Tonight is my night off; I wanted to relax. Are you here all on your own as well?" She sat forward in her chair, her back straight -- not that she wasn't relaxed, but she did like to appear in control of the situation at all tiems.

Miss Adler?

With a ‘successful’ day’s work under her belt, Serena had decided on a little treat. Albeit, she had decided this just as she had stepped in her door but there was always a table ready for her. A little comfort she liked to keep for herself, honestly.

Slipping out of her work clothes she changed into something a little more comfortable - a classic little black dress teamed with her trademark stilettos. Her hair, teased up and fastened into place and a touch up on make up she was ready to go. Walking out of her home she smirked to herself, who would have known that just an hour before she had been eavesdropping in the rafters of a rusty warehouse. 

Oh the glamour.

It was a relatively short journey, slipping in between the busy London crowds barely noticeable until she reached the restaurant. Most others had to queue and wait, book in advance but not her, just slipping through the entrance and flashing a smile was enough. Home comforts, after all.

Her usual table was the designated spot and sat down comfortably she was able to study everyone around her - a little habit picked up from her career. Useful, nonetheless though. Wine in hand her eyes scanned around, picking up on various celebrities, businessmen and political figures but only one person caught her interest indefinitely. She was sat close, close enough for her to speak out to.

“Miss Adler, alone? My my, I certainly didn’t expect to see you.”

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