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dear_mun2017-01-02 07:20 am
thevictoriandetective) wrote in dear_mun2017-01-02 07:20 am
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[Pats the park bench beside her and sighs. Almost affectionately, for a stranger.]
Well. Then. You'd best tell me all about it, hadn't you?
Well. Then. You'd best tell me all about it, hadn't you?
Edited 2017-01-02 03:23 (UTC)
I know.
[The pocket of her cardigan is stuffed with tissues, her hair's messily pulled back, and there's redness in her eyes to indicate recent crying.]
What can I...do?
[It's a hesitant question. Now that John's home with Rosie, she wants to help her other friend. If he even considers her such, given she played messenger for John.]
[The pocket of her cardigan is stuffed with tissues, her hair's messily pulled back, and there's redness in her eyes to indicate recent crying.]
What can I...do?
[It's a hesitant question. Now that John's home with Rosie, she wants to help her other friend. If he even considers her such, given she played messenger for John.]
Edited 2017-01-02 06:28 (UTC)
[He stares at the park bench, for quite a long time, actually. Then without another word he sits down.]
I don't think that's a good idea.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I...
...I don't know.
[He really doesn't. This isn't something he's prepared for or knows how to deal with. He's drowning, trying desperately to hang onto what he once had.]
...I don't know.
[He really doesn't. This isn't something he's prepared for or knows how to deal with. He's drowning, trying desperately to hang onto what he once had.]
[She sniffs a little. They're both grieving in one way or another, but she knows this is unlike anything he could have predicted. In a way he's dealing with more than one loss. Her instinct is to hug, but...]
You don't have to talk, i-if you don't want to. If you just want to...not be alone, that's fine, too. [She places a gentle hand on his arm, an effort at a reassuring touch.]
You don't have to talk, i-if you don't want to. If you just want to...not be alone, that's fine, too. [She places a gentle hand on his arm, an effort at a reassuring touch.]
Well. You'd know best, of course.
[She nods and makes room for him. If he's staring at her for deduction purposes...well. She's married, although the ring hasn't been on her finger much longer than the two little ones running around that she's keeping a deceptively close eye on have been alive. A very skilled pianist (and genius composer, if she does say so herself). And the air of someone who has dropped all the pieces of life she's tried to juggle so many times that she's now quite peacefully content with letting them rest all round her as they will.]
Are you really going to let that stop you, though?
[She nods and makes room for him. If he's staring at her for deduction purposes...well. She's married, although the ring hasn't been on her finger much longer than the two little ones running around that she's keeping a deceptively close eye on have been alive. A very skilled pianist (and genius composer, if she does say so herself). And the air of someone who has dropped all the pieces of life she's tried to juggle so many times that she's now quite peacefully content with letting them rest all round her as they will.]
Are you really going to let that stop you, though?
Oh Sherlock...the dangers of my life before were bound to catch up to me someday. You did everything you could, but despite what you might like to think, you're not all powerful. I was happy in my life as Mary Watson, and you were such a vital part of that, you know.
I...
[He's obviously struggling to articulate what he's feeling. To say the right thing. Because he so very much wants to make it right. But he can't.]
Either way, I still failed. I made a vow.
[He's obviously struggling to articulate what he's feeling. To say the right thing. Because he so very much wants to make it right. But he can't.]
Either way, I still failed. I made a vow.
[It's something, and he does appreciate it. A sad smile, mostly in his eyes than his lips.]
Thank you, Molly Hooper.
Thank you, Molly Hooper.
He won't let me near him. Her. Either of them.
[Keen eyes scan over her, although full of sadness, he's able to glean the information from her within seconds. Its enough for him to trust her a tiny bit. Though his body language indicates he remains on edge.]
Likely not.
[A sigh.]
Have you ever made a mistake so great it's destroyed something...important? Something you once thought was unattainable...something that can't be replaced...
Likely not.
[A sigh.]
Have you ever made a mistake so great it's destroyed something...important? Something you once thought was unattainable...something that can't be replaced...
What if he doesn't?
[He sounds almost...afraid. And definitely resigned.]
[He sounds almost...afraid. And definitely resigned.]
[-She laughs, albeit a bit sadly. Sorry. She just...knows that feeling all too well.]
By God, yes. Time and time and time again. To the point where lying in the bathtub with a gun in my mouth seemed like the only and most reasonable option.
[That last bit hushed; for the children.]
It's not...the end of the world, you know. [Kindly. And with meaning, and knowledge.] No matter how else it might feel like it.
By God, yes. Time and time and time again. To the point where lying in the bathtub with a gun in my mouth seemed like the only and most reasonable option.
[That last bit hushed; for the children.]
It's not...the end of the world, you know. [Kindly. And with meaning, and knowledge.] No matter how else it might feel like it.
You're not okay?
[How is John supposed to feel?]
[How is John supposed to feel?]
[Sherlock freezes.]
I...
[What could he say that wouldn't make anything worse?]
I'm sorry.
I...
[What could he say that wouldn't make anything worse?]
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry doesn't bring her back, Sherlock.
[It doesn't fix anything. Not his faith. Or his broken heart.]
[It doesn't fix anything. Not his faith. Or his broken heart.]
How can you be so sure? You didn't see...how angry he was.
I know.
[Sherlock sounds utterly lost. He has no idea what to do. It was why he went to Ella. This was beyond him.]
I just wanted you to know that I am...sorry. If there's anything I can do--to help--
[Sherlock sounds utterly lost. He has no idea what to do. It was why he went to Ella. This was beyond him.]
I just wanted you to know that I am...sorry. If there's anything I can do--to help--
You were supposed to help. You made a promise.
[It's difficult to even say that last word.]
Maybe I'm the biggest fool to think that.. that you'd keep that promise. That we could go on the way things always had gone on before, and it wouldn't come to this. That someone wouldn't get hurt.
[It's difficult to even say that last word.]
Maybe I'm the biggest fool to think that.. that you'd keep that promise. That we could go on the way things always had gone on before, and it wouldn't come to this. That someone wouldn't get hurt.
[Every word is a stab to his heart. He knows he failed, he knows he broke his vow, his promise. If he hadn't goaded Norbury on...]
I...know. I did.
[Seeing John like this...saying this to him was shattering the rest of his heart. Never in a million years had he imagined things would go this badly. He should have though. He knew he should have been more cautious. He had been overconfident.]
I...know. I did.
[Seeing John like this...saying this to him was shattering the rest of his heart. Never in a million years had he imagined things would go this badly. He should have though. He knew he should have been more cautious. He had been overconfident.]
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