S . H .

/ no because why after like 9 years has it all resurfaced 

@heraldedtech /.  HELLO

*  /      drools

@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo /.  feel free ! i'd be happy to revive them at any point in the future

@REICHENSFALLS 
            
            Jim returned a tight lipped smile, holding the mug for just as long as he did. Tea ruined, what a shame. This is exactly what he loved about the game. The constant need to play and win, no matter the stakes... this was true love. 
            
            "You can go solve your little mysteries - the Geek Interpreter, The Speckled Blonde!" he mused, "leave the big boys alone, you'll only get hurt. I *love* you, Sherlock," he said. Whatever twisted meaning of 'love' was in his head, Jim said it with such sincerity. 
            
            "I promise, from time to time, I will terrorize you, and we can play for a while. But when you get in my way, you're like a..." he made a face again, like he smelled something horrid, "bee. Bzzzzz," he waved his finger around gesturing an annoying insect. 
            
            He smashed his hand on the chair, squashing the imaginary bee. "Stay in your lane, unless you want to be burned again."

@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo ;   another subtle twitch in his brow. regardless, sherlock extracted the tea bags and poured milk in both mugs, despite being aware that moriarty often took it without cream. he pressed the mug into the other man's hand; a lingering gesture that, if it occurred between any other two individuals, could have been friendly.
            
            "unsurprising that you and my / brother / get along so well. your criticisms are empty echoes." he pursed his lips, sharp gaze flitting over moriarty's angular features. "so explain. what is it i should be ' listening ' to?"

@REICHENSFALLS 
            
            Jim stared longingly at the violin. In another life, if only Holmes wasn’t such a “goody two shoes,” they would’ve ruled the criminal underworld. 
            
            He put the violin away, and made himself comfortable on the armchair. He knew that was the spot Sherlock normally sat when he listened to his clients. Everything about the chair gave it away. 
            
            “No, no, no, I’m the conductor,” he said. “The choreographer, the director! And you,” he looked at Sherlock with such cold eyes, “are wayy off key. You just don’t listen, do you?” 
            
            He stretched his hand out to take his mug, as if he was owed it. 

@REICHENSFALLS (I'm a month late but I'm getting back my muse for Jimmy boyyy)

@adamnedsoldier /  i survived the fall ;)

/ woahhh i thought we all died 

@USUALLYSUBTEXT ;   hmm ? oh , miss hooper stopped by to drop off some fresh kneecaps from the morgue . had to pull out everything for an / efficient / examination . since when did you leave ?

━━ ☄︎: @REICHENSFALLS
            
                what are you working on THIS time.’

@devoutsoldier ;   the case , yes , the / case / . so you can see the photographs along the walls , too ? that's a good sign .

━━ ☄︎: @REICHENSFALLS
            
                making sense of this mess. i assume you’re still working on cases ?

“Well.. alright then.”

@prettysmilings ;    "not . . . entirely sure, to be honest with you. gift, of some kind? eh. must've deleted it."

“Then why do you have it??” The woman said with a laugh, staring at the object. 

** sent ! ME TOO awwwh i was literally just yapping to kassi all today 

@devoutsoldier /    i'd love that ! my user is @/bakerstreets so add me whenever ! <3 i'm so glad we reconnected !!

** if you have discord we can have a group chat between me, you, and kassi. UGH ITS BEEN AGES im so glad you’ve returned !
            
            awwww ! i feel you. we’re all grown up now it’s crazy. now that’s it’s summer i can relax a little and pick up more shifts .

@USUALLYSUBTEXT /    i only had a TINY stroke... allow me time to craft something <3

*  /     i’m  actually  hyperventilating 

** AYO