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"New Years resolutions? I didn't know that you did those. Um, well, you could maybe try to compose a number of songs every few months? Your playing is very nice, you know."
"That would defeat the purpose of the art. Some people find deadlines productive, but I find them stifling. They inhibit creativity."
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"We're alone now. You could kiss me." {{hello yes this is how I return}}
"I could, yes. I could also stab you, ignore you, break all your major bones, or hug you."
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send me a ā¾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night
"ā¦Youāre not Sebastian." The realisation is muffled by his face still pressed against the pillow. Jim rolls over and rubs at his eyes. āMolly?āĀ He stares at her blankly for a moment, trying to piece together some form of context before groaning and rolling back onto his stomach. āWhatever. Donāt kill me in my sleep. Sebastianāll cut your pretty little eyes out.ā
[text] Sherlock isn't a junkie. He's completely clean. -Molly
[text] He's not clean. -JMx
[text] I've chatted with him while he was high. He said he did it because he was bored. I don't like being blatantly lied to, Molly. -JMx
Mycroft folds over the paper and places it beside him, letting his mind flow away from the intricacies of Sherlock's mission and towards the facade that required maintenance here in London. The last minute addition of Miss Molly Hooper's assistance in faking Sherlock's death had been disquieting;Ā it had left no time for Mycroft to do the required checks and assure himself that she would not hinder their plans. But it was a necessity and he had accepted that he'd have to have confidence in Sherlock's judgement. Ā
Now however, there's time to ensure everything remains as it should be and thus he decides to travel to have words with Molly; that seems the better course of action here rather than bringing her to him and possibly inciting ire.Ā
It takes mere minutes to pinpoint Miss Hooper's location and he asks his driver to take him to the small cafe she's frequenting. Ā
He walks briskly up to her seat, and speaks quietly but firmly,Ā
"Excuse me Miss Hooper, may I have a word?"
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"I think that you need to calm down."
"Calm down? How can I possibly calm down when the entire plan has gone-to-shit at the hands of these useless bastards?ā
notes-from-molly replied to your post:[[MOR] Man, writing a villain freakin sucks...
I just have this super inconvenient pet peeve that sucks a lot
I hate it when characters that canonically know Jim and what he's capable of (or even sometimes don't) aren't even remotely intimidated by him when he goes all Moriarty. Like, I'm sorry, but if a murderous psychopath tells you how they're going to kill you in great detail and you laugh...I don't know, I just don't feel like that's really an appropriate reaction. And it's really frustrating because Jim throws tantrums and bakes cookies and likes snuggles and dancing and pretty clothes--but he's also a psychopathic mass murderer and it's really hard for me to play him even remotely IC if people aren't willing toĀ at least show a little freaking apprehensionĀ or likeĀ slight nervousness. And it happens a lot where characters are completely unnerved to himĀ genuinely threatening them and there's no bigger gun that I can pull out aside from blatant godmoddingĀ and it literally leaves me nowhere to go in threads all the time and I don't like it one bit.Ā
Wow that morphed into a rant I'm sorry))
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Today Brendan had decided to follow Molly to her work. He was thrilled to finally play this little āgameā with her. He did it with a number of his lovers and just as he did with them, he knew he was going to win against Molly as well. He always won. Why wouldnāt he? After all, they never knew what they were playing against him and he had become so very good at stalking over the years.
He waited until long after she had started on her work to make his approach. Heād been enjoying the show she had unknowingly been giving him, watching her cut into the corpse currently on her slab. He particularly liked the saw she used. He really needed to get one of those.. He used the loud noise it made to cover his entrance and he moved unseen behind her, following the instrumentās connected cord to the wall and then back to Molly. He leaned over her as she leaned over the body and breathed her in. Oh it was so very hard not to laugh at how easy this all was. How easy it would be to hurt her like this.. He twirled the cord tightly in his hand as he pushed the thought away and when she moved to straighten up, he moved with her in perfect time. Then he immediately leaned right back in and pressed his mouth to the back of her neck just as he jerked his hand to disconnect the saw.
"Ello, Molly."
