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Can I just cry? Because for whatever reason I could log into this blog after the hacking that happened 2 FUCKING YEARS AGO?????!!

So yeah, if someone, anyone  did not know, I am at the provided link.

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ofshadowsandash:

Well perhaps it’s just a way to tease me that you even said it in the first place. A woman of your status could hardly have the courage to do as such, not knowing wether a man is dressed or not beneath his linen. It’s…beneath you.

- Seeing a fine set of buns? Please. You must misunderstand feminine taste, be it seemingly beneath someone or not, it does not necessarily mean they would not enjoy a bite or two.

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ofshadowsandash:

Well, were you, or are you just saying that to trick me into believing you were?

- You are the ingenious detective, you should give it a go.

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ofshadowsandash:

How are you so certain I’m not clothed beneath this sheet? Afterall, all you can see bare is my feet. - He teased further.

- How are you so certain, I was not counting on that?

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octoberdarkestcloud:

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” He exclaimed and started to jump around the room, waking up his friend on the floor. "Oi mate—" He grumbled but October tossed a pillow in his face. "Get out! I have to kill myself!" At least that was what he wanted to do. He still panicked and his heart didn’t want to stop racing. Was this a date or just a simple meeting? He shouldn’t see much into this thing but still, he just couldn’t help himself. If she wanted him sober, she got him sober with her replies and everything. Waking up to her phone call was a surprise on its own but this turn of events? He quickly decided not to hurt himself yet - well, not until he figured out what she thought of this all -, got dressed and left for the place, thinking she might not even turn up. October ordered something - he didn’t even know what - and sat down in one of the corners. Fortunately that certain Starbucks was almost completely empty. He leaned back and kept checking his phone for the time. His coffee went cold and he didn’t even touch it. She won’t come, he thought just when she arrived. October couldn’t help but gaze up at her almost longingly, unsure what to say so he just settled with an obvious comment. ”There you are.”

Heart beating in chest there were a miriad things, a thousand scenarios gushiing through her head through the ride. Cheeks pink from both hurry and colder winds blowing, always from the front, she thought, never from behind to help with the paddling at least. 

Tyyne gulped meeting his glance, the same kind, warm look she always received, almost feeling foolish she would have ever suspect this all being a prank. For a moment’s passing, the cradle of the least probably was a sweet notion, the barrista however stopped whatever she could have said at that time, placing her order, almost in a hurry before taking a seat near him, the same place, always on the right,

- I’m on time. - She peeked up at the clock seeing it being what they agreed upon before. - I did not want you to wait too much and realised I wouldn’t catch a bus... So, yeah, I came with the bike. - Gods, why was it so hard to even ask or mention what they spoke of before. Please do not tell me, who yours is, they established at the start of their friendship, for whatever reason, the burden of it weighing harder on them both with years. - Sorry, if you had to wait nevertheless.

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 ofshadowsandash:

Sherlock chuckled slightly and nodded. - I see, so your sole motivation is to see beneath the sheet, even if that would mean I’d be unprotected from the cold, which would make me even sicker? Now Miss Auslag, I thought you were trying to heal me, not sicken me further.

- How do you know it is so that it shall remain that way? How do you know I wish not to have you properly covered with something warmer, than a simple piece of linen?

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ofshadowsandash:

Sherlock raised his eyebrow, now quite intrigued indeed. - You wish I didn’t? Why not? - He asked. If she made him the food, he figured she’d like him to like her food, not dislike it right? Well that was the logical thing anyway. This made little sense.

- Or that it would be too hot. - There was no sign of a true reaction or reason for the time being, while watching him eat, only a smile hid on the edge of her lips, waiting to be revealed. - Well mayhaps you could spill it and would be obliged to get rid of that sheet of yours. To make sure, of course it wouldn’t leave a permanent stain.

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ofshadowsandash:

Sherlock smiled. He tasted the soup as she explained her passion for cooking and indeed, her talents were far greater than he had first imagined. - Well such passion is compensated. The soup is lovely. - He told her with all honesty. - As you have probably seen, I not much of a cleaner myself, but that is not due to the size of my flat. I have much to think about and cleaning the house is in all honesty not a priority. - He admitted.

A smile spread on filled lips along with a shake of head, unvoicedly dismissing his apology. - It depends on the person. I liked to clean because it allowed me to think. However as there were more rooms it was more of a nuisance, than opportunity for silence and thoughts. So, by the end I just did not care enough.

- I’m glad you like my cooking. Though for a moment I almost wished you didn’t.

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- Ok. - Was all she said, was all that was able to leave filled lips without the exquisite need to either threaten him that this is no game and she will not be tossed for a drunken prank or half tremble from anticipation. Damn him, damn him and this sudden found urge to confess, damn her for being such an imbecile and never saying a word of the very sam and damn herself yet again, why did she say an hour.

Thack.

The phone fell nearby on the floor, when the bundle of silver just rolled on a french bed in frustration. She would have fallen asleep, were it not for the lazy Sunday morning’s sudden freight and mess of... well, everything. But to be fair, there was no time left, leaving from her apartment to the coffee shop he mentioned would take time on the bicycle.

A coat was taken along with some boots and a bag, if he would not allow her to pay as usual, at least she could provide the food, hevay drinking always required it the day after. It took some time, her meddling to get ready and the road itself and eerily she was there at the hour mark sharp, looking around to find October sitting at a table. - Hey.

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ofshadowsandash:

Very much in fact. I rarely drink anything other. - He said and placed the tea of her choice into the kettle for a few minutes, as he went to get his soup. - I never took you for a cook, I must admit. Given you have a maid and a demanding job, I’d figure you would take advantage of having others do those mild tasks for you.

- Well they do say, it is more effective in the long run, than coffee. I wager, that is the one you need during your cases. - Following his movements, the silverette never moved. - Cleaning that large of a house is tedious. I could never keep up with myself with all the dusting and scrubbing and as you might have noticed I enjoy it pristine and so came Doreh. Otherwise I’m quite homely, cooking is one of my great passions.

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ofshadowsandash:

Sherlock smiled and showed his small collection of tea bags. - Any you’d like in particular? - He figured that the fact at least two thirds of the box were of black tea would not go unnoticed. The detective was a big fan of black tea, it relaxed him even if most people said it was bad for you, he quite disagreed.

She took her time with walking near her host, looking from the side of the counter, there was no heaven or heels tall enough to have her see behind his shoulder. - Mayhaps the ginger and smoked black would sound lovely. - Still feigning she did not notice he still did not take on anything. - Fan of black tea then?

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octoberdarkestcloud:

He knew he was in trouble once she finished the last bit of what he wanted to say. If she was right in front of him now, he would’ve turn and run. He closed his eyes tight and ran a hand in his hair — how could I be such an asshole?! "Right", he replied quietly, heart beating almost in his mouth which went dry long ago. He couldn’t breathe and he started to pace up and down in his room — drawing circles around one of his friends who still slept on his floor. "I wanted to get out of my dorm anyways, let’s meet up in Starbucks near the school?" She never needed to say more sober because once he heard her voice he was completely back to normal. He couldn’t believe this was happening — he was in love with her since he first laid eyes on her and finally he was courageous enough to let her know! Too bad he didn’t tell her face to face but he was too afraid of rejection. He couldn’t get his hopes up, not yet. She still might send him to Hell and that thought upset him even more. October felt like he’d throw up at any moment. "Is that good?" Neutral ground, coffee. Best combination. For now…

There was no cue to what she might have thought in the moment, voice unmoving, the tone the same as it was if they were talking about last day’s lecture. The shortness of his own drew a sting, ever more proof that indeed this was all, but a prank and she would be left hanging, laughed at by the one she trusted the most. Why did I even bother to think of it, the inner scold came. 

- Yeah, sure, it is. Meet you in an hour or so?

At least it would give her a chance to prepare, at least somewhat for the devastation of the childish prank and abashed apologies of why he even bothered with this sort. She had a play with her hair, before laying back onto her bed, removing the phone so the long sigh could not be heard.

 - Or you know, when you will be able to walk in a straight line.

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@octoberdarkestcloud

Holy shit, he did it. He actually did it! He was too drunk with his buddies the last night and eventually did the biggest, stupidest, asshole-y-est thing EVER. It wasn’t like nobody had a crush on her but no one dared to send a letter like that to her! He thought it was just a dream that he put something in her families’ letter box. Fuck! How could he be so stupid! Sweet fucking baby Jesus he even signed it! He must’ve been pissed drunk! October flushed immediately. She called him and she was about to send him to H— wait a moment. What did she say? October groaned and sat up, his heart racing in his chest. Did she actually—? No. He must’ve been dreaming. This can’t be real, he’s not that lucky! "Y-yes… of course… today?" It was a rather dark Sunday afternoon but they both’d have school the next day anyways so she probably wouldn’t be able to stay for long. "Where?" OhGodohGodohGod please don’t be cruel with me!

It was eerie to read the message dropped so carelessly in her mailbox. At first thinking it a joke of a drunken night, the silverette never even opened it being addressed to the “Fairest maiden of them all” pushing it aside as some silly jest of whomever felt like playing games, however the familiar handwriting, after coffee of course, it was too early for her to function just yet a wide array of emotion flooded her.  There was no question, the lean for her phone, calling in to try figure out if, despite the sentiment and mutual respect between eachother since their first year, he would do something as cruel to impress a few drunk friends, or if it was at all true. The cracked, soar voice on the other end of the phone sunk her spirits, a weight of disappointment washing through. She wanted to see him nevertheless. If nothing else, to make fun of his morning after, or slap him or play the same cruel favour, even if saying she lied would be a lie in itself. - Whereever. That or you come over, when you are a tad more sober.

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Reaching the little diner the man mentioned, the silverette took a seat.      - This seems a lovely place.

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octoberdarkestcloud:

❄ He couldn’t help but chuckle at her words. "Well they can drink that poison for all I care." He moved an arm around her waist to keep her steady and placed a tender kiss on her chin. ❄

The smile was mirrored as soon as it was given, arm wrapped around his stomach in the cuddle he pulled her into. - So will you drink the poison I made you, - A snort. - Tea. I meant tea, I’m just messing.

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ofshadowsandash:

Sherlock smiled, impressed by her concern. - Does stew also help with a cold? I always heard soup and tea were the key. - He teased, though he was grateful for it. - I thank you, none the less. You didn’t need to go through so much trouble really.

- I’m not quite sure of it, to be honest. But having not eaten anything at all during the day and it being just a tad more spicey, than you would expect, it would warm up everything that needs to be warmed up. - The small challenge was brushed aside. - Dear me, Mr Holmes, despite what seems to be the case, i do enjoy cooking, I always do so for myself. Today just had inspiration.