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“   wha- i didn’t lie !    i didn’t want to come   -- but cruella wanted me here  &  we have a blood pact.    ”    meowling a grouch loud enough for whomever was passing by to overhear, a gloved hand hastily brushes past honeyed locks, heels easily propping him  to peek over their head for further scrutiny.    “    at least tell me they have the decency of serving alcohol?    and if anybody says there’s bubbly champagne, i might literally have a breakdown.    which she’d thoroughly enjoy, i’m sure...   but i can’t be slapped on another magazine cover after the whole bora bora fiasco.    ”

❝ – “Yes, it’s me-” He would never be fully adjusted to her crying; and while any other child’s sobbing would have surely withered away his patience with a sharp velocity- when Rosamund was distressed it made Holmes feel an almost urgency to solve whatever was ailing her, Sherlock lifting the child into a hug and bouncing on the balls of his feet to try and calm her just as he always had. Over the last several years, John had- though with difficulty- taught Holmes a great deal in parenting; but even with Watson’s guidance, the detective was certainly not the man to be fit with the task of raising someone so small. Rosamund would, with discovery, be the only exception to his natural distaste for children. “Just try and breathe, Rose; you’re safe now.” – ❞