{ martyr }

                        “Hmmph. They taste the same anyway.                     I’m going to go with grapes.                       They don’t have colors. Though,                        could just be really old eyeballs.         What’s got you so grumpy, huh? Is the case?”

                    An ironic smile appeared on his face.                     Maybe he was grumpy and it was                     certainly because of the case, but he                     chose to lie about it.

                                       ❝---- No... I am just tired since I've been up all night❞

                                        &

                                           ended worlds,

        [ I guess I've done it all! ] 

                          fire

                                                        and  

                          i c e 

                                                       and

                       R A G E

                                      inside. 

I was listening to this song when this gif appeared on my dash

We can plot

We can be friends

                    In fact, she knew if he were on a case he’d                                   not have looked for her.               She accepted that work came first.                                                                  It was her compromise.            He accepted that she was a terrible person.                      She was a manipulator and a murderer.                                                And she’d continue to do so,                                                          for her own gain.                      The least she could do was be understanding.                                           But this wasn’t about work.                                                             She knew immediately                                                               what more so who                                      it was about.         “Sherlock,” she said rifling through the papers, trying to keep her wet hair from falling over them, “what is this?” She didn’t expect an answer.                                              She knew the answer.              He’d not looked for her first.              He’d looked for John.                                             What did she expect? He’d said it himself she was just some woman who wanted to run away.                       

She would probably just go in time when they are done. The thought of it brought a small smile on his face and kept looking, worrying for every drop of water that was on his carpet. He decided to give up looking for something more feminine and took the first shirt that he touched together with the towel he'd already used to stop the water from dropping from his hair.

                                     He heard Idris saying his name,                                      but he couldn't make out what she                                      said after because of his shoes on                                      the floor and the door closing behind                                      him. But then she started shouting and                                      he could understand every word that left                                      her mouth.

                For a second, confusion took over him for he couldn't                 understand what was happening until it hit him: he                 forgot to hide the research for John and he forgot to tell                 Idris too. He knew he was in trouble from her screaming                                  which weren't too difficult to calm, but what he                                  was afraid of was explaining why he was searching                                  for John.

                                                                         He took more steps until they were                                                           in the same room and his eyes spotted the                                             papers and memories were brought back: his time                           with John; the millions of cases they had solved; the laughter           they had and all the jokes and the way John made Sherlock feel better.         But as he was looking at the papers he saw Idris' hand on them and he         looked up at her hair and at her         hurt face and his heart started feeling guilty,         his hands shacking and his brain looking for words to say.

                  ❝----- Idris...❞ - her name broke on                   his lips and he could not say something                   else. What was happening to him and to                   his brain he couldn't say anything.

                                               ❝----- I looked for the two most important people                           in my life: you and John. I came after you.                                          I don't believe you need further reasons why                               you are here or why those papers are still there.❞

                                                            Sherlock knew his tone was a serious one                                                             and it was exactly what he was thinking when                                                             he saw the papers. He had been looking for                                                             John for some time only to see where he was                                                             - he never intended to go and find him and he                                                             did find him. 

                ❝----- I am not a liar, Idris❞

you’re allowed to just say hi

you can ask me for my skype or whatever

feel free to just tell me about your day as if we’ve been best friends since forever

you’re all good to ask anything you want to know

don’t be afraid to be off anon

you can talk to me

i like talking to you guys 

please