Muse has a couple of questions (and a bit of encouragement for her mun)

[bewaiting]

Are you absolutely certain you wish to do this, mun? My application will not be easy, considering how little you learn about my history in the film.

[You know I am. Mostly. And I have the novelisation.]

Well then. There’s nothing for you to do but get to work. The sooner you do, the sooner this adventure can begin. [Elizabeth pauses, looking a little unsure.] Does my being... deceased change things? You can’t have missed that particular detail of the film. It won’t cause you any difficulty in sending me anywhere, will it?

[No, Elizabeth. You being dead shouldn’t be a problem. We’ll find you a home. Promise.]

[She smiles a little.] Good. And I’m glad to see you already have several possibilities in mind.

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[a_good_detective]

Elizabeth...

[Sherlock pulls her close by way of greeting, holding onto her with surprising gentleness for a moment before pulling away.] Apologies. My mun just finished a 'canon review', and... [And seeing her die, again, does more to him than he'll ever admit.]

My mun got so wrapped up in her own ideas she threw my application in to the Wake, with little to no thought about what I or you wanted.

But rest assured wherever you go, I will go as well. And worry not about your state of affairs; I had a friendship with a young woman during my LiveJournal days that was more or less based on my helping her figure out her own murder, and she went on to be in several games.

[And that's all Elizabeth ever need know about Tamara, or else Sherlock will just depress himself with how little he could help her as well in the end.]

[bewaiting]

[She will gladly go into his arms, holding him close for as long as she can. She smiles fondly up at him when he pulls away.] You should know by now that you don’t have to apologise to me. Particularly for that. [No matter the reason.] Mine is planning a ‘canon review’ of her own soon... I think she intends on making me new icons. [She has to focus on that, and not on the fact that she’s going to be watching herself... die. Watching him watch her die.]

[Her face lights up at his words, but it’s tempered by concern.] Are you certain? I would be glad to have you near, but if you can’t, or if your mun can’t... I won’t hold it against you. I could never hold it against you. [She smiles again. Because it’s Sherlock. And no matter what has happened... ] But it would be better with you there.

[She exhales softly.] So my... state of affairs shouldn’t limit my mun’s choices. [Now that he’s here she won’t use the words. She won’t hurt him that way.] That’s good news. [Of course he would put his intellect to use helping someone solve a crime. She would be more surprised if he hadn’t.]

[a_good_detective]

Yes, well, normally I'd agree, but I'm woefully out of practice at romance. [Romance is awkward for him, now. It fits him poorly, when he's learned to compartmentalize and push down so many emotions, to have to remember how to be as he used to.] Mine has updated my icons as well.

My mun has the time for two games. Moreover, she understands how important you are to me. Things are better this way.

It won't. A game would be lucky to have you. [He smiles warmly at her, genuinely meaning it. To him, games were miracles in that she would be there and be alive, and that was all that mattered.]

[bewaiting]

[She would never ask more of him than he could give. It’s enough to simply have him there. But she cannot help reaching up and caressing his cheek. Every inch the ‘immodest sixteen year old’ Mrs. Dribb once accused her of being.] I will simply have to remind you. [She isn’t going anywhere.]

As long as you’re certain. As long as you’re both certain.

[Her smile is just as warm. Anywhere will be better with him beside her. If these games give her a second chance, she will take it.] They will be lucky to have you, too.

[a_good_detective]

[Her touch is his undoing; it is the key that unlocks the heart that Sherlock Holmes hates, that he feels led to her undoing, that he tries to push away now. Without him he would become as cold as any of his counterparts.

Caring not for modesty or decorum or society's standards in general, he reaches one hand down to card his fingers in her hair. The softness seems to relax him instantly, his shoulders losing some of their tension.]

We're both quite certain, Elizabeth. I tire of failing the women in my life.

[If she's watched the movie with her mundane, she's seen that hallucination that he had in the graveyard. Elizabeth isn't stupid; she doesn't need context to gleam from that what he had done.]

[bewaiting]

[The sensation of his fingers carding through her hair makes her sigh softly. She has missed him so very much. Her thumb brushes lightly across his cheek.]

Then we go. Together.

[She rises up on her toes and gently presses her lips to his. She’s seen his hallucination. She knows. She also knows that while she doesn’t believe he failed her at all, knows he didn’t fail her... he feels differently. Perhaps being together in a game will help her to change that. They will be together. That’s all that matters.]

[a_good_detective]

[He shuts his eyes and leans into the kiss, perhaps with more intensity than he's aware of. It feels like it has been far, far too long, an eternity, and he is loathe to move, to do anything but be here in her presence.

I never want to be alone, he'd said once, before he'd even lost her, before he even had an inkling of what loneliness was. Loneliness was not pain. It was not sadness. It was letting all of those emotions fade because there was no one to share them with, letting everything his heart felt fade until he was empty.

He is not himself without her.]

[bewaiting]

[She wants nothing more than to wrap this moment around them and stay there, forever. It’s been too long, and there’s not enough time here in this place. She never wants to leave.

Being with him here, now, makes it all too evident how empty things are without him. How important a piece of her he is. A game will be better with him beside her. She will be better with him beside her. But she is scared to hope. To dream. To wish. She would understand if things changed, if they couldn’t be together. But oh, how she would miss him.]

[a_good_detective]

[He pulls away, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead.]

I've been accepted into the Wake. But the Activity requirements are very reasonable; so much so some muns have three or four people there at the same time with no trouble.

I will not leave you. This development changes nothing. Nothing, do you understand? [He looks at her, sincere as he's ever been, and dedicated.]

[bewaiting]

I never had any doubt that you would be. [The Wake will be lucky to have him. But he will be there without her. And it bothers her more than she thought it would. That her mun has just finished re-watching the movie doesn’t help matters. She will not be there to help him. Protect him.] Please be careful.

I know. [She smiles fondly up at him.] I would understand, if it did. But I’m glad to hear that it doesn’t. A game will be all the more bearable with you there beside me. [Being alive once more will not be the same without him there.]

DID SOMEONE SAY DEPRESSED SHERLOCK? =D

[drowningtadpole]

[All the deduction in the world couldn't have prepared you for this, could it?

Cue a pair of big brown eyes with a sad look in them, and a pair of shaky hands fidgeting with the folds of a dusty green dress.]

...I really only...went on to two of them. Neither of them for very long, but...it was really my fault, anyway.

[She feels a little like she's intruding, but...her Mun insisted.]

This is awesome and so are you.

[a_good_detective]

Two were more than I went to, and I should have been there for you at the Wake in the first place, Tamara.

[Sherlock places a hand on her shoulder, looking at her and stating firmly,] Nothing was your fault.