reserved at ataraxion, mid-app.

[beperpetual]

Apply yourself, please. I shudder to think about the damage Holmes can do without me there to smooth things out.

And don't think I don't see what you're planning, when you're putting your heads together and laughing. Mary is not in India with the tigers or Italy with a count, or any other ridiculous scenario he can conjure up. Don't encourage this sort of thing-- you're as bad as he is, the pair of you.

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[beperpetual]

[ if mary were slightly less understanding, she might have fallen by the wayside, crushed beneath the wheels of sherlock's machinations, and so on-- like every woman he's ever shown more than a passing interest in. it's a constant source of pride and relief that she is the woman she is. ]

Needle him about it at... oh, every chance should do. He could use a bit of setting down.

[insists]

With pleasure, dearest. I'll remind him that I don't plan to spirit you out of his life and to farthest corner of the globe. [It's a wonder to Mary that any other women didn't see exactly what a fine man they were getting in John Hamish Watson. She leans in for a quick kiss.]