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[ascandal]

My, my. You're such a darling little thing. And I credit you for trying to tie me down like this, I really do. But, we both know that I can't be, and besides, I'm usually the one calling those kinds of shots, hmm?

[Her lip curls in a little smirk.] Now, be a dear and return me. I have more than enough games in my life already.

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[trustissue]

You're, ah, not too pleased either, then?

[abovedramatics]

You can't be in control of everything all the time, Ms Adler.

[ascandal]

[Oh, Dr. Watson. She's missed your cute little antics.]

Not remotely.

[ascandal]

I think that's become rather apparent, Mr. Holmes.

[trustissue]

Keep running into that. I'm waiting it out, myself. She's got plans, but I'm not sure she'll actually apply to a game, so...

[ascandal]

That's something I might expect of you, Dr. Watson. But if she's already making plans, it seems to me that passive action is proving ineffective.

[trustissue]

...Yes, that... seems to be true. But really, I don't think there's anything I can do about it.

[ascandal]

You could bargain with her.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

You only call the shots as much as people let... or want you to.

[Or until you come up against Sherlock, whichever comes first.]

[ascandal]

We both know there are more than enough ways to change the minds of others.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[There's a faint smile.]

Or finding a way around it if it cannot be changed.

[ascandal]

Of course. Always.

[And it's mirrored by Adler.]

Good to see you alive and well.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Had you convinced, did I?

[He hopes so. If The Woman and Mycroft were convinced, maybe, just maybe he's safe.]

[ascandal]

[Her lip curls.]

I believed that you were dead as completely as you believed that I was gone.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He nods and turns on her suddenly.]

And Moriarty?

[Since the mun's not convinced he's dead, Sherlock's not. But if anyone would know, Irene Adler would.]

[ascandal]

[Aaaand the smile is gone.]

A mystery for the great Sherlock Holmes to solve.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Not dead, then...

[He sniffs and stands a little straighter. But doesn't say more - because what can be said to that? They played each other and the world. At least it wasn't dull.]

[ascandal]

[Her mouth moves to a thin line, but she doesn't seem willing to speak of Moriarty any longer.]

What have you been doing with yourself since then? Not rotting in a grave, obviously.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

No, rotting in an entirely different way.

[Which is true. The death of his reputation - hell.]

[ascandal]

Boredom?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Surprisingly, no. It's very not boring hiding the fact that one is dead... Speaking of... throwing caution to the wind, are we, Ms. Adler?

[ascandal]

[Yup, the little smile is back.]

Don't tell me that you believe us to be any danger here, Mr. Holmes. Certainly, you've already assessed our situation.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I don't know about you, but I am always in danger.

[So, he's a bit paranoid. Such is to be expected with being not dead.]

[brb_blogging]

Maybe it'll bring you down a peg. [No, he still hasn't forgiven you, not just yet.]

[ascandal]

Really? You think he will be able to ruin your life, even here?

[Just watching you now, Sherlock.]

Adorable.