inyourunsoundmind

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Alex is everything you want& everything you think you need. They will sweet talk you into submission and tear you apart from the inside. Theyre not to different from the demons of temptation. There...

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"Well, that's what I'm here for, my friend."

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"Even so, I think it is important that you don’t forget that," he answered.

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"Even so, I think it is important that you don't forget that," he answered.

"You’re poison."

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"I can see you speaking but all I hear is 'meh meh meh.'"

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"You're poison."

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So, everyone knows that Andrew Scott/ Moriarty isn’t returning for Season 3 right? But nobody said anything about Season 4. I have a little thought that perhaps that Moffat and Gatiss decided that they needed a new villain for a series to give back Jim is his superiority and…

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Oh, but happens if you lose the crown? What then? Do you really think you could control yourself without it because I think not. I am a lot stronger than you, you've proven that with the need of that crown to solve your problems.

You’re a voice James. You’re not me, not anymore. I can control myself now. I have the crown, it��s mine. You’re just a voice. Just. A. Voice.

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The Darkness rolled it's eyes in boredom. That was a peculiar feeling. Boredom. These were the emotions of Sherlock Holmes that had consumed it. Sherlock was being so... predictable. Of course he would skip the pleasantries and go straight to asking what it was. It was who he was, it was who both of them were now.

"Well, now that isn't fair," the other Sherlock muttered, his pace slow as he made his way towards his double "you can't change the subject like that. So, what were you musing about then? Must have been something, with your eyebrows all furrowed and your lips all 'pouty,'" he gave a small smirk "but you asked first and I play fair. I am you. I am everything you despise about yourself in that all so brilliant mind of yours."

To Deduce Your Mind // the-only-reichenback-hero

Sherlock had been sitting, waiting, ever anxious for his god to return. It had been too long, and by this point, he was sure that his god would not be returning. For what reason this time, he wasn’t sure, but now there was no one. No Loki, no John, no Mycroft or Mrs. Hudson or Baker Street. No one had warned him how lonely New York was when there was no one in the city with you.

He was, of course, not alone. Not truly. That fact would only be made clearer to him when he stepped in front of himself. Instead of being shocked, or surprised, marked by widening eyes, Sherlock’s eyes thinned. “Neither,” he said, not allowing his eyes to leave the figure in front of him. “What are you?”

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Oh, don't kid yourself, Geoff, you love having me around. I'm just giving you what you want.

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Geoffery. I thought I squashed you when I became king. Guess the bitter, naive lover’s back.

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Multi-fandom role play party here

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// I'll be back soon. Please feel free to drop me an ask if you wish to RP

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Vox shrugged "I'm just friend, Katherine, like I said," he nodded as she pulled away "a friend who is here to help."

"enough." she snapped, pulling back. "who are you and what are you doing in my home?"

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Vox nodded, shuffling away from Jonathan "I'm always right."

Jonathan sighs, taking the blade away. “…I know. You’re right.”

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"I'm not just a thought, Ryan. I'm a lot more than that. I am what you want to be, what you crave to be. You could quite easily just let yourself go, let yourself feel the blood on your hands. We're the same person, Ryan. All you have to do is take off the crown."

You are just a thought in my mind. I’ve become much better at not acting upon my impulses. I’ve seen enough red this year from everyone else, I do not need it marked upon my hand.

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"So, whose fault is it then? I'm not forcing myself today and neither is anyone else. This is all you."

"It’s not my fault! I didn’t invite you to stay! And I can’t make you go away!"