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@helIsboy ) do you go to visit earth every so often ?
@godherseIf A very rare one, I daresay, although now that I've become a bit more open-minded we should expect it often now.
as always , eurus holmes was up to a bit of mischief . it wasn’t uncommon for the young woman to misbehave , really . now that she was out , she was ready to pay her sister a visit . she ruffled her brown hair , trying to make herself look more presentable , before walking out of the store ( not paying for anything , of course ), on her way to 221 b baker street . she welcomed herself , though her sister didn’t seem to be around . at least , that’s what she felt . she walked upstairs , opening the door to 221 b , quirking a brow once she saw an unfamiliar face . “ another watson ? ”
@watsondearest eurus hummed , sipping the warm tea . it was good , though , she knew it would’ve been much better in the company of her sister . just much more . . . exciting , per se . especially with the possibility she just might throw it on her face , so , there was that . “ oh , eurus is fine . then again , it’s not as if you’d be using it quite often . i think this will be the second to the last time we’ll see each other . ” she gave him a small smile and shrug , as she leaned back on sherlock’s chair , crossing her legs .
@eastwindings “Mhm, you wouldn't be the first to do so then, Eurus,” Timothy smiled small, taking another sip of his tea. It was true──the first time she met the elder three sisters, the already told him his life story without even having a clue (or just a bit) of who he is. It didn't stun him that there was nothing left for Eurus to deduce. “I hope you don't mind if I call you in your first name as well, no?”
@watsondearest she merely gave a soft hum , nodding . “ maybe so . though i’d have to see that for myself , of course . ” she smiled softly , taking the cup and saucer from the table . she never did like placing sugar or milk in her tea . it ruined its bitterness — which indeed , was as bitter as her soul . “ i don’t exactly need to . i think my sisters have both done their deductions on you — you should know by now , what i’d say is — erm , well , most of what they had already ‘ seen ’ . ” she hummed thoughtfully , taking a small sip from her cuppa . “ timothy . took awhile to get your name — i was going to start calling you ‘ sardine ’ if you didn’t say it sooner . ”
@HERREIGN The man turns his swivel chair to face his boss, a soft expression on his lips. “You know that I always have a moment to spare, Ma'am,” Timothy gestured to a seat across his desk. “Fire away.”
@deadseeings “Psst, don't ruffle your feathers, young one,” Timothy patted her back gently, a warm smile curling up his lips. He handed the bow to Stasya with a bright look on his face and said, “Now, why don't you show me what you've been trying to play?” he ruffled her hair lightly. “Cheer up.”
@deadseeings Timothy shook his head, patting her head fondly. “Why? You didn't mean to,” he smiled softly. He didn't want to see the look upon Stasya's face sag onto the same face he had when he was younger, when he was always shamed for everything he did. He had promised himself that no other child he should meet should feel the same way. “Don't be sorry, but yes—be more careful. It'll help you quite well in the near future.”
@deadseeings Timothy's jaws dropped, frowning as he took the bow in his hands and stroking it gently. “Poor one,” he sighed wistfully, then patting Stasya's head and smirking. “It's alright,” he winked, walking up to a cabinet and pulling out another bow while placing its broken fellow in the cabinet. He shut its door and waved it like a wand. “I've got hundreds of these,” he smiled. “I was like you then, you ought to know. I broke my things a lot.”
Thx for the follow, mate ❤
@Aussie_King You're welcome!
// cb for a oneliner!
@deadseeings // sure!
/ i'm rubbish at quick replies so it would be quite hypocritical if i could not
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@NnoShitSherlock // you see that? There goes my innocence OUT THE FUCKIN WINDOW ! Thanks for taking it.
