going to amat if he gets in, and he's got no say in it whatsoever

[deduce]

No matter how many Johns you find me, I still hate you with every fibre of my being. I've been a very patient man up until this point - yes, patient - but you're taking all of this several steps too far. Really, an island watched over by deities, collars that choke its victim until sexual gratification is received and Molly Hooper?

No, not interested. Take someone else. I couldn't care less if I'm the only 'muse' that's 'active', I've already gone somewhere somewhat similar and it ended up being incredibly dull work for the both of us, just in case you've gone and let yourself forget.

Oh, and one more thing; if you go through with this, I won't make it easy on you. No, I'm more than capable of giving you your fair share of migraines - where did you think they were coming from? Your eyes? Please - and I'm not above making your waking life a living hell. It'd be my pleasure, actually. Just give me a reason.

I've been cooped up here for days.

What do you mean, 'there's no smoking ban'? Well, that makes things slightly more tolerable. I'll think about it.

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[immortalbeauty]

Clearly, you will require great assistance from a physician for I do believe in the course of your attempts to give your handler a migraine, you will most likely suffer one yourself. These little girls, they can be quite... grueling.

Really though, it'd be quite an adventure, this place. Shouldn't you be more excited for a new reason to not - or so I hope - be cooped up in there for days?

[Have a very amused smile, dearest.]

[deduce]

_{[Oh god, it's him.]}

And yet somehow I manage to remain migraine free; it's almost hard to believe.

_{[And in return, you can have a derisive snort, because Sherlock is haughty and clearly amazing in every way.]}

Excited? Adventure? Hardly. I've been to games, and the one pattern that emerges throughout all of them is the total loss of control. Shockingly, that's not something I tend to enjoy.

[immortalbeauty]

[Oh be a dear! Dorian is even more amused.]

Come now. Loss of control only happens when you allow yourself to embrace what you clearly seem to... [eyebrow raise] not want at the moment, judging from your very rigid form of address~

[deduce]

_[Flatly:]

I don't give up control willingly.

[immortalbeauty]

But it's not exactly in your hands, is it?

[Both eyebrows raise!]

[stillhastrustissues]

[ Disapproving warning tone all up in this. ]

Sherlock.

[deduce]

_{[He deftly blows his smoke away from John - he's welcome - carefully feigning ignorance.]}

John.

[stillhastrustissues]

[ He literally does not know where to start; Molly, the tone or the smoking. ]

... Did you ever hear the saying about catching more flies with honey than with vinegar?

[deduce]

Why would I ever want to catch flies? Surely anything would work; flies are attracted to any number of things. Did you mean bees?

_{[Because bees are infinitely interesting. INFINITELY.]}

[beg_twice]

Did someone mention sexual gratification?

1/2

[deduce]

_{[There is a short moment of pure fucking panic, but he somehow manages to keep a straight face-]}

[deduce]

I wasn't talking to you.

[beg_twice]

[Oooh, she caught that ]

I know you weren't, but I'm deeply interested in hearing more details.

[deduce]

Your thirst for knowledge is astounding.

_{[Yes, absolutely dripping with sarcasm.]}

sorry sorry don't mind me

[stillhastrustissues]

Yes. Of course, they also mentioned a slow and painful death alongside it, so it's a bit lacking for appeal. [ :I ]

XD

[beg_twice]

Slow and painful is just another day at work for me. Death though, not exactly something I find enjoyable.

[stillhastrustissues]

Really? You could've fooled me. [ Not that he's... holding a grudge for that faking her death bit or anything. ]

[saidhe]

My dear boy, so many a word have been attributed to the name Sherlock Holmes over the years, but if it's 'patient' you're attempting to push for, you're going to be sorely disappointed in the reception.

[deduce]

I don't claim to be the embodiment of patience, just that I've been patient.

_{[And he has. For him, anyway. The sort of patience that practically vibrates and is never actually calm nor patient, but you know, same difference and all that.]}

[saidhe]

[ he doesn't BELIEVE YOU, unholmes ]

Feigning patience at best and though fantastically so, impatient nonetheless.

[deduce]

Perhaps, but then feigning is usually as good as being - at least in their eyes.

<sub>[Perhaps he's not quite as patient as he's letting on - oh, well, they both know he isn't - but that doesn't change the fact that he has been somewhat patient. Patient enough, at least, to try and reasonably explain that games are a bad idea only for it to be ignored entirely.

She was on his side at one point and then suddenly she was applying to games and now she's applying to another one, for god's sake.

See. Patient.]</sub>

[holmesboy]

Forgive me -- what's this about collars? ( this HORRIFYING THING he hope he misheard? )

[deduce]

_{[Oh, no, you heard perfectly well.]}

They tighten every day of the month until the point of strangulation, and are only relieved with a sexual act of some sort - preferably one that leaves gratification in the individual that's being choked.

[holmesboy]

( . . . )

That's depraved.

[deduce]

Of course it is. My writer's particularly good at depraved.

<sub>[And so is Sherlock, but that's a story for another time.

Also, you're strangely familiar. Have a suspicious squint.]</sub>