2010
She was an ice sculpture.
A raven haired woman with flickering cyan eyes stood in the cold London streets, needles of the stuff stabbing at her arms and overtaking her body in counts of 4. She plastered her bone-like limbs to her chest, and as she surveyed the streets, even now, her mind was never empty-- in fact, quite the contrary. It was racing: mentally overviewing the maps of the city she once knew so well.
Gloucester.
Balcombe...
Baker.
In the biting cold, the woman's icy eyes melted with warmth. A single thought occupied her mind.
I'm here now, Will.
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ethereality| a sherlock fanfiction
Fanfic"Ethereality?" "Yes. A play on word, ethereal, ethereality? Do you not see it?" "But reality isn't like that. You've made a contradictory word--" "What's real is contradictory. Shut up." ------- At age 17, William Sherlock Holmes has been told many...
