( sherlock | finally putting this journal to use. )

[mrsex]

Oh, now — isn't this sweet. You. Me. Just like old times.

Of course, you know how this ends. I know you do. I see it — right there in that funny little noggin of yours.

Don't worry. It'll be our little secret. Just us girls.

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[glassesbrat]

...You don't look much like a girl.

[ You looked like you needed a killjoy. ]

[mrsex]

Sorry? Do us both a favor and speak up, would you? [ He motions to his left ear. ] I'm just a teensy bit deaf in that ear.

[sharedpsychosis]

Some people like to avoid thinking about the way things end.

prayer circle 4 u willyum

[mrsex]

Well, you see, me? I'm a pessimist.

[ raises hands up to sweet baby jesus in heaven ]

[sharedpsychosis]

Mm. For some reason, I doubt that's entirely true.

never stood a chance

[mrsex]

Not entirely, no. We all have our good days, our bad days — those days where everything just goes a little bit mental. [ He feigns a wince, shoulders rolling inward for effect. ]

TOO FUCKIN SOON, MAN

[sharedpsychosis]

[ Touchy subject.

Will's face loses every bit of emotion it previously had; a blank – but slightly perturbed, if you look just right – slate takes its place. There's a small tic in his jaw, right before it tenses fully, and he adjusts his glasses on his nose while he regains some small bit of composure. It's with a strained voice that he finally speaks: ]

All part of being human, one could argue.

everything is too soon for will graham.

[mrsex]

[ Oh, but none of these — not even that tic in his jaw — goes unnoticed by the Consulting Criminal. He spreads his hands, taking one rounded step this way, rather than that way. Lips are pulled down into an emotionless frown as his chin tilts in contemplation. ]

Right. Of course. Could be, yeah. But everything comes full circle, doesn't it? Every beginning has its ending. [ How casual he sounds now, hands in his pockets. It's a quick role, improvised. The unassuming scholar. The professor. Yes, he rather enjoys the sound of that. ]

All part of being human, [ The words are echoed back to will, only from the mouth of someone — something - else. He twists on a new ending, sends it on its merry way: ] as you've said.

too soon: a novel by will graham

[sharedpsychosis]

[ He knows that he shouldn't ask, that the answer most likely isn't something he even wants to know, but there's this pull in the back of his mind that leaves him with the question, anyway.

That very same pull leaves him too deep in situations that our dear Will Graham should've never gotten into in the first place. He's awfully good at that – letting himself get in too deep.

He takes a breath and cocks a brow at his company. ]

And what ending do you see here?

[ He's found that the only way to get rid of the nagging once and for all is to give in to these curiosities, no matter what they result in. More often than not, it's never anything good, but it's better than the static.

That's the problem with Will, though: he can't stand the noises in his own head. He never could. ]

[noticing]

Oh yes: the ending is clear. Not to you, however.

[mrsex]

[ That voice catches him from behind. His head rolls just on his neck with a soft crack; a grin overtakes his features as he faces Sherlock now. ]

If it isn't our very own Harry Houdini.

—Someone's been naughty.

[noticing]

Naughty? No. Smart? Yes. Smarter than you? Most definitely.

[ that popping of the neck should disturb him, but for some reason, in this circumstance, it serves only to amuse him. inflict a wave of nostalgia upon him. oh, how he's missed this. (no.) ]

[napoleonofcrime]

I suppose it's a nice night for reminiscing, isn't it?

[mrsex]

We're a nostalgic few. [ That same reptilian smile finds its way home once more. He points an idle finger. ]

Love the suit.

oops my giant stone hand slipped and—

[babyruth]

[ In a tone of voice that suggests he is not particularly impressed: ] Who're you supposed t' be?

I just cackled so hard I scared my cat. that's on you.

[mrsex]

[ He eyes said stone hand. ] Something tells me yours is just a tiny bit more interesting than mine.

i can live with that blame.

[babyruth]

[ HB shrugs. Under most circumstances, he'd go Han Solo (I know — and besides, he is a pretty interesting guy) but he doesn't have any particular inclination to become the subject of the conversation.

So: ] I dunno, you're the one having a slumber party. "Just us girls"?

I had a feeling you might.

[mrsex]

[ He pockets his hands in his trousers, ducking his head in a way that might appear bashful on someone else. He chuckles convincingly enough. ] Bit of an in-joke. —You're invited, of course.

[ What's that, you were expecting honesty? Something straight-laced? Why, Mr. Hellboy, we've only just met. ]

[bakedstreet]

[wow jim you're looking mighty hairless and young (and somewhat handsome???) tonight

please don't kill watson, okay? sherlock is fair game but.

look at these big english bulldog eyes and leave john alone

just us girls and dogs need to know, right?]

[aimsthegun]

You know what they say about secrets, Boss.

[hasmommyissues]

Oh I do love a good ending to a story.