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Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

Molly wouldn’t say she flinched at the contact, but there was no mistaking her surprise at the touch, at the gentleness of the action as he traced the silvery patch of skin. 

It was one scar of many, but none of them held any painful memory, well no more than that of the action itself. All of her scars  were gained through the slip of the hand, a moment of carelessness, of playful escapades and adventures in the garden. 

She smiled, it was small bittersweet one. Her scars may not hold any hidden horror, but some did ache. 

Up for it

Sherlock grinned manically. “murder? I’ve been so b o r e d ” sherlock hated high profile cases because of the press but his boredom - and the amount of nicotine patches he was using due to it - was frankly getting ridiculous.

“can I question her? You’ll have to make her stop crying first, it’s frankly annoying and distracting”

He probably shouldn´t have said anything, because by now John knew exactly what these kind of words, especially ‘murder’ set off in Sherlock, but he couldn´t very well tell him that Mrs Hudson´s dog had died. Because she obviously didn´t have one.

“Sherlock.” John sighed, punching the bridge of his nose. “I told you: It´s probably not a murder. And how about you show some empathy for her first? Then she might stop crying,”

     John furrowed his brows at the other man´s words, shrugging his shoulders. Well. At least this time it wasn´t Sherlock´s fault, though it was kind of sad to see that as an improvement. “Do you remember that case when Connie Price was killed?” Of course he would remember, technically that question wasn´t necessary, but John had asked anyway.

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The anxiety of being plunged into darkness had subsided by now; thankfully it had not happened whilst she was having an autopsy, god knew what sort of mistake she would’ve made then, probably take someone’s eye out too. She feels Sherlock move away beside her, as silent as a cat, prowling through the darkness-- as her eyes adjust she can barely make out his silhouette, she can hear the click as he tries the light switch, though nothing happens, and watches the faint outline of his fingers twist the doorknob to try to get it open

When they remain in darkness still, she beings to realise what’s happened, her voice breaking the silence between them. 

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Greg stood, arms crossed, foot tapping upon the floor and expression getting more and more annoyed by the second. He could tell - he could tell - that Sherlock was high. He wasn’t stupid, and had seen it one too many times before.

Five seconds.

If he didn’t start deducing in five seconds... Four. Three. Two...

Greg stormed forward, taking Sherlock’s upper arm in a firm grip and steering him away from the crime scene, out of earshot of his team. Once a safe distance, he stopped, letting the detective go and shooting him a look that obviously displayed just how pissed off he was (not to mention disappointed).

@highlyfunctiongsociopath || Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter

The Mammoth Book of Gay Short Stories edited by Peter Burton

“Is it really worth it?”