𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙻

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“you look it.” she assesses the situation: the man and the paperwork and what seems to be a list of numbers. that tugs at something in her chest. something she’s not sure how to name. 

it’s just that she doesn’t see people happy, usually. in her life before this there was a lot of anger, and some fear - from both sides of the equation - and more than a normal amount of boredom. and now - well that fear is there, but it’s a different kind of fear. a warped and terrible kind of fear. 

and she’d decided to stay. that’s sort of fucked up, isn’t it? there’s this part of her that relished that moment she turned towards the doorway and raised her gun. 

“oh, yes. it wasn’t meant to be an insult.” her lips quirk. “i have plenty of paperwork, if you want more.” 

the little pleasures,  he  supposes.  sixton  is  someone  who  wants  for  very  little.  he  likes  his  tea  in  the  mornings  &  at  night.  a  little  light  reading  in  the  evening.  quiet  moments  like  this  where  he’s  able  to  just  work  quietly  without  fear.  it’s  not  something  he’ll  want  for  the  rest  of  his  life,  but  in  parcel  doses  like  this——it’s  nice.

he watched him.  he  watched  &  waited  until  watson  left,  eyes  cast  out  in  hopes  of  perhaps  catching  moran  too.  watched  in  case  moran  decided  to  act.  watched  just  to  make  sure  watson  made  it  back  safely  &  he  didn’t  follow  holmes  over.  he  watched.  observed,  as  he  always  did,  behind  a  plane  of  glass  &  for  the  first  time,  thoroughly  &  utterly  useless.

❛ that’s  ... ❜   holmes  frowns.  it  is  with  a  heavy  heart  that  i  take  up  my  pen.  he  remembers  reading  about  it.  the  account  that  had  remained  buried  up  until  watson’s  hand  had  been  forced——for  him,  holmes  had  thought  with  a  uncomfortable  feeling.  it  had  been  for  the  facts.  he’d  always  teased  the  good  doctor  about  it,  but  seeing  such  words  written  out  left  such  a  stone  in  his  stomach  that  he  immediately  accelerated  the  process  of  his  return.   ❛ i’m  sorry,  my  dear  fellow.  for  the  trouble  &  grief  that  i  caused  you. ❜   intentionally,  he  should  add.   ❛ intentionally  so. ❜   he  does,  because  he  feels  guilty.  is  this  a  good  apology  ?  holmes  doesn’t  know.  it’s  not  something  he  ever  concerns  himself  with,  but  he  wants  to  try  for  watson.  he  never  did  apologize  at  the  clinic.  nor  at  any  point  afterwards.  he  had  just  been  so  excited,  so  sure  watson  would  have  reacted  as  phelps  did  when  holmes  had  encouraged  him  to  lift  the  cover  on  the  dish.  elation.  maybe  some  dancing.  from  scarlet  to  the  treaty——surely  watson  would  have  picked  up  on  it  ?