(So Sherlock sent me on a mission to gather information about Connie Prince from her brother Kenny Prince. Although it was supposed to be John's but Sherlock later on changed his mind and told me to do it. I suppose now he's trying to see how I do on my own. Well let's see)
(So currently I find myself sitting inside Connie Prince's house talking to Kenny who was sitting on a sofa opposite to mine, looking peaky)
Kenny: We're devastated. Of course we are.
Raoul: Can I get you anything, ma'am?
(Y/N): Oh no thank you. I'm good
Kenny: Raoul is my rock. I don't think I could have managed.
(He looks down sadly)
Kenny: We didn't always see eye to eye, but my sister was very dear to me.
(His cat was already up on my lap and it started to meow loudly in protest after I picked it up and put it down beside me)
(No offense...but that's one ugly looking cat)
(Y/N): And- and to the public, Mr. Prince.
Kenny: Oh, she was adored. I've seen her take girls who looked like the back end of Routemasters and turn them into princesses.
(God...this damn cat..)
Kenny: Still, it's a relief in a way to know that she's beyond this veil of tears.
(Y/N): Right of course...um
(I put the cat down on the floor this time)
(Kenny gets up and goes by the fireplace, looking thoughtfully at a framed photograph of Connie holding her TV award)
(Y/N): Right um..It's more common than people think. The tetanus is in the soil, people cut themselves on rose bushes, garden forks, that sort of thing. If left un...
(I didn't even notice exactly when Kenny walked across the room and plonked down beside me on the couch, staring at me intently)
(Y/N): ..treated...
Kenny: I don't know what I'm going to do now.
(Y/N): Uh huh....
Kenny: I mean, she's left me this place, which is lovely...
(It really isn't...I hate the decor)
Kenny: ..but it's not the same without her.
(Y/N): Th-that's why my paper wanted to get the, um, the full story straight from the horse's mouth.
(I move away from him a bit but he just keeps coming closer)
(What the hell is his problem?)
(Y/N): Sir, are you sure it's not too soon?
Kenny: No.
(Y/N): Right. Okay then
(He's still staring at me intently)
Kenny: You fire away.
(Oh God...why did I agree to this?)
(I rub a nose a little bit because that's usually the thing I do when I'm nervous but I noticed a certain smell on my fingers, realising that they're probably from the cat)
(Y/N): Could you um...excuse me for one moment?
(I say as I carefully get up from the couch and make my way in another room. I take out my phone and call Sherlock)
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Sentiment (Sherlock Fanfiction)
FanfictionSherlock: Love is a dangerous disadvantage. Sentiment is nothing but only a chemical deffect found in the losing side (Y/N): Yeah I know, you said that about a countless times. You don't have to keep reminding me He goes quiet for a while before sp...
