A cold wind blew through his hair as he stood over the grass, eyes scanning the stones before him. It was winter, clouds gathering and snow falling. He lifted his chin, closing those bright eyes and allowing the small flakes to fall on his lids.

After a short while, Sherlock lowered his head and opened his eyes, taking one final look at the graveyeard before turning and leaving, heading to Baker Street.

Taking the stairs one at a time, he made his way into his home, relishing the fact that he was back. Even now, three months after his return, a part of him didn’t believe it to be real. Still. It was good to be home.

Hullo persons!

Mia is not back! Well, I am, but I'm not.

Here's what happened: Sherlock died. John  killed himself, or whatever. Bottom line: Muses are dead, but I will not delete.

If you want to RP with me, you can follow my Anders Johnson blog. Just read Anders and Info if you're interested.

Hi.

First. Sorry for my absence lately. No excuse. Simply that I've not been feeling very ..up to it.

My muse is a little...off. And Tumblr is pissing me off.

So I'm going to go on hiatus for a while.

If you want to continue our rp, then we can do so over email. I'm going back to that.

My email addresses are:

Greg - [email protected] Sherlock - [email protected] John - [email protected]

I may or may not come back to Tumblr.

I also rp other fandoms, crossovers etc. Just ask me.

I will still reply to asks here every so often.