dear_mun | (no subject)

[ _{look who is oh so amused.} ]

Well well well. Look at you! I guess it's true what they say about cockroaches and little crumbs, hmm? [ _{leaning forward, grinning up a storm.} ] You have to tell me. You must. [ _{he cocks his head to the side slowly.} ] Did you get jealous?

Isn't it though?

[ Speak for yourself. ]

Jealousy requires the requisite of being petty.

Edited (pesky ls) 2014-01-14 07:13 (UTC)

[ _{as if. crumbs? he got himself a whole cake. he'll chuckle politely anyways, because why not give the woman one little concession, no matter how uninspired it was.} ]

Oh, but you are petty. Or have you forgotten?

There's a fine line between what you're thinking of and what I'm thinking of.

Some take loss better than others.

[ _{he hums to himself, smiling absently at his fingers as they dance a little tune against nothing at all.} ]

Ohhh, I suppose. If you insist. But even then, Miss. Even then, you're still [ _{and the sudden violent flash of his eyes over at her silently insists she's a cockroach} ] just grasping at crumbs.

She looked a bit like you, didn't she?

From the man who's crawled out of the grave.

[ Her tone is flat, unfaltering. She's always been terrified, but she'd be damned to throw him the cake and the crumbs. ]

She was merely a tool. Please, I'd have been more insulted had you insinuated the good Doctor or even his wife.

Not an uncommon phenomenae, these days. [ _{he hums to himself for a moment, looking away again and fiddling with his hands.} ] All sorts of people popping out of graves. You've done it once or twice now, haven't you?

To your knowledge. Though not as dramatically. Piccadilly Circus with your face on it was not very subtle at all.

[ _snort. ]

Drastic times and all.

No one truly expected you to, I imagine.

Not from someone who keeps a lady wanting.

You're alive.

[ She's the last on the train, but no less surprised. ]

[a slight nod]

It has never been easy to kill me, Woman, if you remember.

[Even if one has a scimitar against a small army of guns.]

Not unless you're doing the killing.

Your explanation was a bit paper thin, but well executed. I'm impressed.

And partially true. But I'll leave you to your own deductions on that.

[a very small smile.]

And where are you holing up? Nowhere in Europe, I imagine.

Are you really asking? As though you don't know.

Nowhere you couldn't find me. Are you looking hard enough?

Wedding planning. I was considering taking a job in Eastern Europe, might go a little farther East and visit.

A situation brought me back to the West.

I heard.

So, no visits then. Pity, I'd have made dinner reservations.

No, Europe hasn't been so kind, I don't expect it to be anytime soon.

You didn't attend. More's the pity, I imagine you'd have fancied the bridesmaids. And the attempted murder. [But at least she didn't see Sherlock muddle through his speech. He would never have been able to, knowing she was in the audience.]

Nor will I be able to leave England.

Attempted murder, well. Probably.

Those dresses were borderline atrocious though.

[ Too bad, she might even have been compelled to propose a toast. ]

Then that leaves us at quite the stalemate. That is of course, unless you can find some way to get around that particular detail. I imagine the doctor going on his honeymoon sometime.

His extended Sex Holiday is due at some point in the near future, though I imagine my brother will want to avoid me leaving the city, let alone the country, for the forseeable future.

Somewhere I could vanish for a day, then.

[ She chuckles; what a perfect name for it. ]

Nowhere near where I'm allowed to be.

I don't suppose you'd care much for Amsterdam then.

Worried about where you're allowed?

That doesn't sound like the Woman I know.

Nor is the Mr. Holmes listening to his big brother, but what do I know.

I don't exactly have my usual leg in anymore, I'm sure you understand.

Unfortunately, my hands are, at this exact moment, tied. Metaphorically, for the most part.

Amsterdam. In theory, I could take a day trip. You'd need to leave almost immediately, of course.

Just as you can't stay out of my mind palace.

With a lasting first impression.

I seem to infect others similarly.

Well, I suppose you are clever.

From the star of the ballet known as your suicide, I'll receive that as the highest of compliments.

Grand show if I say so myself. I wish I could have seen it.

[He shrugs a shoulder lightly.] It was only a magic trick.

Are you modest now, too?

[He smirks a little, quirking his brow.] You know me better than that.