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DOWNFALL ARC — WHITECHAPEL ARC.
"Lady Marianne!" A maid shouted, running through the halls of the manor, making right and left turns, going down the stairs and making another turn to go through Marianne's room.
Her thoughts was running about you and Marianne, she's excited to share the news and at the same time feeling anxious of your reactions, but she's sure that the two of you would be ecstatic along with Alexander and your two brothers.
But she knows that, among that five of you, that you and your mother would be the one who's the most happy upon hearing the news she's about to bring.
This was an unexpected thing to happen, they never expect it actually happen after a year of that accident. Some already losed hope about it but the maid knows, she knows that you, [name] Verlice and your mother, Marianne Verlice never losed hope and continue to grip at the lose end of the string.. trying to knit it together.
Once the maid had arrived right in front of her shared bedroom with the Earl, she urgently knock a lot of times on the wooden door. She was nervous and her hands were shaky.
Her thoughts was running around and her appearance look disheveled but she didn't care how she looks in front of the mistress of the manor, the information that she is about to deliver is much more important on how she looks as of the moment.
"What is it?" Marianne answered the door, opening it and revealed an anxious maid. She was sweating, her hands fumbling on her skirt and the look of distressed on her face but with all of that, she was smiling and seem excited too.
"It's about Lady Roseia."
. . .
A sigh left your lips as you stared at the man standing in front of you, your eyes squinting at his appearance.. his hair disheveled and his suit is wrinkled, your eyes glare at the loose tie of his. Pinching the bridge of your nose, your let out a long sigh once again.
"I didn't expect someone like you would show up on.. something important looking that that." You were clearly insulting how he looks right now. "When he said that I should ask for your help, I thought that you meet his standards.."
"What are you trying to say, miss Noble?" Your eyes rolled at the nickname that he chose to give you. "I didn't think his standards is this low.." you groan but forced a smile on your face, business is business.
"Nothing..
Mr. Sherlock."
Sherlock Holmes, an acquaintance of William Moriarty, you trust William when it comes fo decision makings ever since that day but there's still that vibe lingering in the air that forces the two of you to be still doubtful of each other.
"Already on the first name basis huh, Miss Noble." Your eyes twitch as he keeps using that nickname. "Stop calling me that, Mr. Holmes."
'Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes.' Sherlock was reminded of the day in the train, though, you were looking exhausted and seems to be wanting to be out of the place already compared to how William was at that day who looks like he's enjoying the 'game'. He can't help but to.. feel like he's staring at another William right in front of him.
"Well, let's play a deduction game.. shall we?" Sherlock inquired and not letting you voice out an opinion about the game he proposed. "[Name] Marianne Verlice, the second daughter of the Verlice Family. Your family was originated in Switzerland but moved here 20 years ago." Your brows knit together at how he deducted that. "Your sister is currently bedridden because of an 'accident'. You don't like bright colors but you are fond with the color Red. And let me guess, you're already have the hots with someone who is the definition of Red?" He quirk his brows, seems proud of his deduction.
You rolled your eyes and acknowledged his deduction, you leaned on the chair, staring at his eyes intently.
"Sherlock Holmes.. you're linked with someone working in the Royal Family.. Mycroft Holmes, right?" His eyes squint in annoyance at your statement (lmao, my keyboard accidentally typed Microsoft.) "You also played an instrument.. a violin, but isn't a musician." You pointed towards his fingers and he snap twice with an annoying smirk. "Also, you're bothered with something.. is it something you lost? Like a ring? Since you've been rubbing your index finger where the ring should be."
Sherlock didn't expected you to deduct him like that, he was reminded of the night he met William in the cruise.
"You're also gotten in trouble in the Yard? With your landlady? With your partner as well. What was his name..?" You hum, Sherlock didn't actually believe you'll guess it right. "John Watson, is it?" Your eyes glint with mischief as a smirk formed on your stained lips. "I've also heard that one of the apartment, the second floor was bombed.. but it was covered with a so called 'experiment'." You know too much, he didn't know how but.. you knew too much of what's going on with his life, even the people around him, you seem to know them all.
"Don't take my deduction so seriously though," you raise both your hands. "It was just a mere guess. Just kidding." You giggled with an annoying smirk plastered on your face. "All I did was to search about you and ask some things to William, though he didn't give full details but I connected all of the dots already. Ans have found that you're obsessed about finding who 'Lord of Crimes' is." You shrug your shoulders, grabbing the tea cup and elegantly taking sip of your already cold tea.
As the two of you began to have a serious conversation, though, there's some jokes here and there (Sherlock's doings). You took a liking, but you won't tell that to this detective, to him because of how observant he is and somewhat had some sense in talking to him.
"Lady [Name]." Your head perked up when someone called you, looking up to see a man that works in the restaurant was bowing at you while holding out an envelope in his hand. "Someone delivered it here." Smiling at the man and taking the envelope in his hands, you look at Sherlock and excuses yourself which he wave his hands at, urging you to read the contents.
Slowly and carefully opening the envelope, careful not to tear the paper, you took the piece of paper that is folded in three inside. Staring at Sherlock who was also staring at you, he smiled as you jokingky rolled your eyes at him and unfolded the paper.
You were smiling whilst reading the content as you recognized the handwriting as your mother's but as you got closer to what she wants to tell you, your smile slowly leaving your face making Sherlock wonder what's the content of the letter is.
You didn't notice —but Sherlock did, he was observing you the whole time—that tears was forming on the edge of your eyes and threating to fall, you just took noticed when a teardrop fell on the paper, soaking the part where it fell.
"Roseia-nee-chan."
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♡︎༄,'; ALSEPHINA'S NOTE:
RUSSIAN ROULETTE! I'm very sorry for the long wait! Here's a short chapter. I promise to try to update weekly as much as I can as I'm planning to write my own au on tiktok (still planning what it would be about but it is in tagalog/taglish).
