Sherlock Holmes
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Sherlock Holmes
@SocioIntellect
Currently accepting cases above an 8. Inquiries to be made within at 221B Baker St., London W1, or electronically via John’s blog. (@warhaunts)

Mine? Mine is the orchestra. Strings, horns, drums, all crashing at once—every note demanding to be heard, every possibility burning itself into existence. There is no silence. There is no pause.


Sherlock gets plenty of flattery.

His mind is a hurricane—spinning, gnawing, never still. Every thought clawing at the next, no silence, no peace. Genius is a prison when you can’t turn it off. The world sleeps, but his brain burns, restless and ruthless.

Do you think he’ll notice?

No, 𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ, I knew that one was you. … Bit glad that you didn’t touch the bedroom, though. Go get properly dressed, yeah? We’ll decide where to go after you do.

Shit —— you’re desperate, aren’t you? And here I thought the kitchen was Mrs. Hudson’s work. Why don’t we go out to have dinner? Get you out of the flat for a bit. Obviously, being cooped up in here isn’t helping your cause.

‘fraid not, unless you’ve suddenly decided to become Ace Ventura, Pet Detective.

And what am I meant to do? Conjure up a murder for you to solve? Fat chance —— it’s been quiet. And as much as you ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 quiet, there’s nothing to be done.

… Christ’s sake. I’m getting a headache just listening to you.

Such a long—winded way of saying you’re 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑.
