WHIPSDOM
/ no one:
literally, not one person:
not a single soul:
lauren: * discusses sex in a cemetery *
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telepathc
the great irene adler . i should say , it’s a pleasure to meet you — ashame my brother doesn’t want to have dinner with you , but my schedule’s always free .
telepathc
@WHIPSDOM * the woman gave a soft hum , nodding . * of course . i absolutely have to live up to my reputation , don’t i ? * she replied , a smirk tugging on the corner of her lips , as she looked at her . *
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@eastwindings ; eurus holmes . why , i / have / heard a lot about you . the consultant criminal seemed remarkably . . . fond . * her blood red lips curl into a small smirk , her eyes glinting amusedly . * my , my . trying to steal me away from your dear brother already ?
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noksanIar
Follow back
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convoiter
Pressure point? Oh love.. I’d be curious if you knew mine.
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* there is a wary interest displayed in the pallor of the woman’s features , red lips pursed and bright eyes glinting with cautious curiosity . slowly , she lowered her arms , gripping the silky black lace encasing her porcelain hips as she gave a soft huff of mild humor . * so very glad we can agree on / that / much , then , darling . why , of course it is . after all , another term for arousal / is / excitement , isn’t it ?
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@WHIPSDOM * everything about his body language screams seduction , pale marble skin rippling with lithe dancers muscles, curvy hips encased in dark leather even as long delicate appearing fingers run through obsidian waves * love and lust seldom do ; and trust me . Boredom is definitely the opposite .
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@convoiter ; tsk , tsk . love and lust can bear the same company . or so i’ve heard . * her lips curve into a tantalizing smirk as she crossed her pale arms , red nails tapping languidly against her skin . * boredom ? bit presumptuous , isn’t that ?
gxldsiren-
My pressure point?
frozenheartss
what’s my pressure point then ? * she raised her eyebrows *
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Eurus faced the woman in her cell, looking at her curiously, analysing her every move. Obviously, she was updated with who she was. What she knew. What she could do. It amused the psychopathic genius than most things around in Sherrinford, so why not play her game for a bit. She had too much time to kill, anyways.
“Ah, Miss Irene Adler. What brings you here to Sherrinford? Come to seduce me?” She said, smirking, as she sat on the floor, in a criss cross position, her hands in prayer position under her chin.
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@WHIPSDOM Eurus shrugged. “I’d expect nothing less. My brothers are brainless gits, anyways.” She said with a smirk, as she picked up her violin, tuning it a bit, before placing it on her shoulder. “Come to listen to a tune?” She asked, though she knew exactly the answer to that. But why not play along for awhile? Eurus dragged her bow upwards and downwards, making a beautiful melody, though to her, it was nothing different.
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@eastwindings- ; ever the concerning masochist, it should not have been a surprise that irene adler had found herself wildly infatuated with the concept of eurus holmes. she had already seen what sherlock could do, his remarkable intellect and cleverness outwitting her in a way that none ever had before. mycroft had been significantly less impressive, though still formidable, she supposed. but a holmes / sister / more intelligent than both combined? fascinating. irene's blood red lips curved into a mirthless smirk as she stepped forward. she spared a fleeting glance towards the sign instructing her to stay back, heaving a soft, impatient sigh. "well, it was / so / very easy to play your brothers already."