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spidersdance · 2 months
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The last person James Moriarty wants to see is Cecelia Holmes. Not only does she remind him of the nuisance that is Sherlock, he's also been plagued by a growing suspicion that she's managed to distract his sniper. His darling Sebby. The one man who he'd once trusted more than anyone else in the world. He's not sure if he's annoyed about the disloyalty in general, or if it's the fact that it's Sebastian who's been doing it.
"Fancy meeting you here." Jim steps to her, taking two glasses of champagne off a tray as he does so. "Are you on your own? No date?"
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fxckingmoran · 4 months
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"What do you want for Christmas?" Seb clicks his tongue against his teeth, eyes glued to the phone as he scrolls through a website claiming to sell the 'most unique gifts for your partner'. It's not that he's bad at giving gifts - It's more so that they've been together so long that he wants to give her something she'll actually enjoy, rather than trying to impress her with flash. "Would you like a physical gift? Or something like a trip away somewhere? Oh -" Eyes look up. "We could combine both the gift and the engagement and just elope somewhere."
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eulogier · 2 months
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cont. / @consultingsister
felix has grown so used to saltburn parties that they hardly faze him. in his younger and more vulnerable years, felix was just a show-piece to say 'look at my pretty-faced son!' at these parties. now, he's left to drift from group to group. he finds himself searching for something more exciting in the midst of dancefloors, swigging from bottles of champagne that have touched a hundred other lips and puffing on cigarettes that have travelled across rooms.
it's hard to be bored when dressed up like an illustrious circus act. he went traditional, in contrast to venetia's purple peacock ensemble somewhere in the crowd, in glittering whites and golds. but he's sweaty under the mask, and his gold-feathered-lapel blazer has been long abandoned and he doubts he'll get it back. dressed down in a sheer button-up and jeans aligns moreso with the many tiny body-cons and wonky masks on display.
his luck is restored when he sees her. brown locks of hair and the very nicest legs on a lady in sight; if she's not kate middleton, she's cecelia holmes. he outstretches an arm, fingers grazing her shoulder blade, before he leans down to speak into her ear, the booming sounds of the latest chart music thrums over the sound of his voice. only he doesn't make it far before she swings up to find his lips, sending him stumbling backwards with her.
he doubles down, stepping back into her as his arms creep around her waist. they slot together right, he thinks, with her height. no neck cramp in sight. he wonders if cecelia would do this perfectly sober and, against her champagne flavoured lips, asks,   "how much have you had to drink?"   it's only slightly weird to think of her as something romantic. at the ease of which he's kissing her, it's significantly less difficult to imagine. the natural progression from here would usually come wordlessly, but he'll do her the honours of saying it aloud like a horny douche anyway.   "do you want to get out of here?"
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consvlting · 9 months
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It was a familiar feeling, the nausea, the throbbing headache and stabbing pain in the abdominal area. It felt like a doubled down hangover, making him throw up sweat in excess. By now he knew the poisoning would last a few hours and it was definitely not fatal, but it was as unwelcome as the person who was causing it out of revenge.
"I do not care that you're angry about me putting that man in jail." he bitterly mumbled, already feeling his sister's presence and knowing that she was listening, even if he couldn't hear her over his own groans. She had likely been let in by Joan, unless she stopped neglecting her lockpicking abilities.
"He was a criminal, no good for y-" the last word was cut off by a strong gag reflex that made him bend over the toilet once again.
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richardxoliverxmayhew · 3 months
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"no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to you"
hozier lyrics, hozier (expanded edition): ACCEPTING
II @consultingsister
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Weighted breath pressed against his lungs as his downcast gaze scanned the all-too-familiar features of her face, searching for some form of relief. "I'd rather the aspect of death didn't come into the picture at all," he croaked, Richard's quiet words lilting towards the path of beseechment. "Cee, wha'ever this is... Wha'ever's come up, ye' can tell me. Please. I'd rather ye' tell me, tha' way we can figure this out together."
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dontcxckitup · 9 months
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@consultingsister​ hit the 💙
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He looks up from the newspaper, staring right at a very familiar face. Really, he is starting to think meeting this woman is now longer a coincidence. Lowering the newspaper, Mallory leans back, his gaze never leaving her. “Did you get lost again?”
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loneheir · 2 months
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❛ you've been missed ❜ / @consultingsister ; one liner , closed
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banschivs · 9 months
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The dancing of fingers atop her shoulder had been ephemeral, though enough to make both she and Arthur stiffen. The council, including her husband, rub shoulders close in the lobby below, surrounding the great white tree at its centre hiding the true entrance to those enormous caverns below. Nix was at least relieved that her silent if compulsory summons had brought her upstairs, as opposed to further below. She has little to no desire to sink beneath the city. Her desire to climb the stairs and enter the library was barely superior.
Two masked suits flank the old oak doors as they open to her. Despite it being June, the fireplace is lit, casting those familiar cavorting shadows, long and dark across the floor. They climb the ceiling-high bookcases, too, slipping between shelves to embolden the shadows there, reaching high to mezzanine above. The Powers Club has no modest space beyond its decrepit exterior, though here she's been tucked away from the parliament below. Or they have.
Cecelia's face is half turned to the blooming fire that Nix thinks at first to avoid, but the light rolls through her dark hair the colour of treacle, and alights her eyes. " Jesus... " Relief, for a moment, drowns the aching stress in Nix's chest. Once those ancient carved doors closed heavy behind her, they're seemingly alone. Though she knows better.
A double tap of her middle finger lands and lingers against the bracelet at her wrist. Below, Arthur will count the vibrations against his own as a sign she's at least remained in one piece since her surreptitious exit. It doesn't cease her heart's anxious sputtering, but she wears it well enough.
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" They're locking you up, all 'princess in a tower', now? " Listening carefully reveals the distinct lack of a bolt on the door the way she'd come, but with two suits parked outside, and the entire council in the lobby below, with however many Talons housed in the dark corners, there's as many exits for @consultingsister as there are for Nix. None at all. Despite the snare they're in, Nix throws too-wide eyes toward the woman before the fire. Celia's expression lacks amusement in any capacity, though her apparent keeper for the evening dances from her shoulders-up. Hair too sleek to suit her sashays across her shoulders. " I gotta slay a dragon so you can come down and talk shop? "
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loneheirs · 6 months
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M. ' you are horribly old - fashioned, aren't you ? '
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the party had been a reflection of all parties they had been to. the staleness of company , a cake that had been brought in and had cost a small fortune. a party thrown in her honor yet ? it lacked all the warmness that one would expect. a penthouse rented , or perhaps owned , the views spanning the city as the billboards and skyscrapers reflected what one could only deduce as a magnificent scene. the whole of gotham unfolds before their eyes , and as he stares out over the city her voice breaks his reverie - though the interruption is not unwelcome.
❝  you are horribly old - fashioned, aren't you ? ❞ / @consultingsister
' is that so terrible ? ' intonation dips as a fondness threads wording , ' it's nice to see one friend among the crowd ' his head nods towards those who talk amongst themselves. pleased that they had managed to snag an invite , ' how do you feel ? ' turning towards her as attention is fixated and the room slowly shrinks in size , the room warming ... a response to them being brought together , ' happy birthday cee '
there is the gentle reminder of our mothers , how it would please them so to see such a thing. birthdays are somehow the loneliest thing in the world - oftentimes reminding me of what i've lost. it's why when this invitation was sent out that i went , gotham's upper crust had little warmth , and kindness was always an afterthought. even the decorations are so impersonal , a thing her and i have gotten used to. i then lean slightly forward and press a kiss to her cheek , a gesture of our shared melancholy - our ties rooted in a history that was as heavy and overwhelming as a high tide rushing upon the shoreline. i pull back , and then my cheeks lift - eyes flood with a deep understanding , and is devoid of pity.
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' i'm glad i came - when can you leave ? '
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sioraiocht · 10 days
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~ @consultingsister || ❝ hey— look at me. it’s over. it’s done. we’re okay. ❞ { For Nat } ~
Natasha is running on sheer adrenaline, the past few days pushing her closer and closer to the edge of a breakdown. A sob wracks through her body, her fingers unclenching, letting the guns fall from her grasp. Ordinarily she's composed, never flinching, never letting emotion escape. However, being back in Russia - It unlocks memories that she'd prefer to keep buried. Add the threat to Cee's life on top of that and the emotions flood out of her. She nods, forcing herself to meet Cecelia's gaze, desperate for the comfort she finds there. "We're okay. Are you - You're not hurt, are you?"
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jmencken · 7 months
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      “I’m sick of all these people talking, sick of all the noise,” Mencken groans as he looks out, and down, at the people there to support him. The passion is there but the noise from his critics gets louder and louder with every infraction.
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samhlaiocht · 1 year
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      “Oi, dickhead - I brought whiskey -” Severin barges through Sebastian’s front door, dropping his bag in the hallway and moving into the living room. His voice trails off when he realises that his brother isn’t there and he’s actually facing someone new. Someone a lot more attractive. “Shit - You’re not Sebastian.” His facial expression changes, turning sheepish. “Hellooo -” He lifts his hand, giving an awkward wave. “I’m Severin. Sebastian’s brother.”
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fxckingmoran · 9 months
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"Okay." Sebastian clears his throat, dropping down into the seat opposite Cecelia, eyes focusing over on her. His free hand places a bottle of whiskey between them before reaching for two glasses. "I've got to make some life choices involving you because we can't carry on like this. All the secrecy and shit." He flicks the cap of the alcohol off, pouring them two generous glasses as he speaks. "So, before I do that - I think I need to be -" Even saying the words is difficult. "Emotionally open with you." His nose wrinkles. "I know there's a lot you don't know about my life and I think I need to tell you everything. Before we do - Us."
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eulogier · 25 days
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WHAT, YOU DON'T HAVE TIME FOR ME ANYMORE? @CONSULTINGSISTER & ROMAN.
ROMAN PULLS A FACE.                he figures it out quickly. she isn't saying what she means, because when do they or any roy-adjacency speak what they mean.    "has shivy left you for dead? she does that, you know."    his most familiar memories with cee are from their youth; it appeared to roman that shiv and cee hated each other but here she is, twenty years later.    "d'you want me to slip a twenty in your bra first? twenty-five? what are your rates, cecelia?"    roman feigns sincerity, adorning a smirk as he leans forward for their hush-hush topic chat.
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vxctorx · 9 months
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@consultingsister​​
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  ❝—Why can’t I shake off the feeling that your father isn’t exactly going to appreciate the idea of me being back in your lives?❞ Based on the things he recalls Sherlock saying about Morland Holmes in the past, he is fully dreading the prospects of meeting an incarnation of his own father in the flesh, yet to go back on his promise to Cee would be an admittance to the weakness which still chases him after a decade.
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rmwtsns · 3 months
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she  was  trying  and  failing  on  this after Christmas  health  kick.  what  on  earth  made  rosie  decide  to  try  and  run  the  whole  way  to  and  around  st.  james  park  and  back. INSANITY,  yes  ,  it  must  be  that  that  settled  on  her  mind  that  morning.  she  was  almost  crawling  up  the  stairs  ,  trying  to  catch  her  breath  as  she  got  up  to  the  top. god  ,  not  to  self  ,  don't  ever  do  that  again.  eyes  widening  ever  so  slightly  as  she  saw  cecila  there.  "I  was  an  idiot  ,  okay."  a  brief  pause  as  she  caught  her  breath.  "and  if  you're  looking  for  the oldies  ,  they  went  out  first  thing  on  a  case. i  was almost  scared  shitless  by  the  squeal  sherlock  produced." her  body  now  leaning  against  the  banister.  "so  ,  it  must  be  something  juicy.  erm  ,  don't  know  when  they'll  be  back.  but  ,  I  can  always  take  a  message  or  you  could  wait."  a  shake  of  her  body  as  she  entered  the  main  living  quarters.  "but  ,  while  you're  here  ,  I  do  have  a  question  to  ask  you."
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starter call / @consultingsister
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