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"Sherlock Sherlock, Sherly Sherly Sherloooock." //don't ask me, Fenrir all of a sudden wanted to harass her.

"One 'Sherlock' would have been sufficient. It is a bit difficult to miss your presence, given your appearance."

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Aisling, Joanna and Sherlock. ((ALSO MY APOLOGIES FOR LOSING OUR THREAD AND NOT BEING AROUND I'M SORRY I LOVE YOU.))

Aisling - Dream

Sherlock Holmes, when she dreamed, dreamt like smeared graphite in the dark-set corners of a sketch. Given that her conscious mind was a razor sharp knife, the dull, lazy impressions of sleep were both a surprise and (she thought privately) a blessing.

On the blank canvas of her eyelids one night a sharp yellow blossomed slowly into existence. It was a shade that immediately brought the faded edges of white chalk outlines and red blue red blue red blue and the familiar pumping of adrenaline through veins and neurons firing. Then, yellow began to soften to a powder that seemed to blanket everything like one of Jo’s particularly horrendous jumpers. It softened the burn of the electricity in her being and pulled her gently away from those darker patches that hung the clear and uncompromising signals of danger

She felt irritated at first. The gentleness felt more like the caution used to muzzle a dog especially prone to biting than anything genuine. Bitterness gave way to begrudging acceptance to comfort. Sherlock began to see the nuances in the all-encompassing soft tone. It was not without bite or edge, but rather knew when to use it most effectively. Working with, not against, was a much more fruitful path.

In the briefest moment before opening her eyes, feeling serene as she hadn’t any night in her life since childhood (though given that she would wake to Joanna Watson’s ire at finding intestines in the coffee machine, that calm would likely not last long), Sherlock could have sworn she’d caught a rare concrete glimpse of a shock of blonde hair and a military stance.

With a lack of surprise that was ironically surprising to her, Sherlock simply muttered something along the lines of “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly familiar with the course of my friendship with Joanna, despite perhaps over-exaggerating its bumpier patches” before making her way down to the kitchen and making a note to re-position the kidneys before Jo found them too.

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Place one of these words and a character/pairing in my inbox and I'll write a drabble about it

Aisling: Dream

Buille Cridhe: Heartbeat

Cagar: Whisper

Ceò: Fog

Cuimhne: Memory

Dealt: Morning Dew

Deò: Breath

Doineann: Storm

Draoidheachd: Magic

Druma: Drums

Fuil: Blood

Fàsach: Desert

Geamhradh: Winter

Gràdh: Love

Halò: Hello

Mochthrath: Dawn

Muir: Sea

Oran: Song

Reulagach: Stars

Sgàthan: Mirror

Sioc: Frost

Solas na Gealaich: Moonlight

Soraidh: Farewell

Tàirneach: Thunder

Teine: Fire

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"Clearly she should have a word with John, if she considers me to be 'good company'. He'll set her quite straight," she tossed back sardonically. "As for your second suggestion..."

"Amused? Perhaps you are just good company…or maybe she thinks you’re a good kisser too." He teased.

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((Does your muse ever do things 

And you’re just kind of like

“you need to stop”))

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"You know her better than I do."

"Although, she seems far too amused by me to be rid of me so quickly."

"I doubt she would smite a friend."

"Or anyone I liked…it seems unlikely that she would want to displease me, but who knows. Maybe she would still get to you."

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"I should think so."

"I do not particularly relish the idea of being smote."

"Fair enough, I would suppose."

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"Let's agree not to mention this to your mother."

"Uh…Yeah…this is awkward…"

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"...At least it was accidental."

"…Well then."

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What do you think my muse would smell if they caught a whiff of Amortentia?

Amortentia is the most powerful love potion and smells differently to each individual, changing to what attracts them most.

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De Glazen Mensch -1935.

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Rebecca Hall | ph. Greg Williams

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Sentiment.

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Parade’s End x Sherlock parallels

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#pffft we need to take back the lulock tag #someone else started using it #we should spam it with luna and sherlock things

*runs to CS5*