[ What a odd woman. Impatient and demanding, pressing a man who has felt simply hate in his body for the longest of times... how strange she is, he does not react beneath that hat of his when she takes his necktie by the hand to force him down. He's not moving, not showing, simply staring as she speaks without a single hint of giving away the emotions he feels and always will feel.
He is meant to burn himself into death and more, that was that, she drags him forward without a care in the world nearly. ]
...far better than having to be locked in a meeting with Moriarty whenever what I want most is before me.
[ Curse that stupid detective for thrusting that role on him before and after... ]
[ A hard to satisfy woman she is, she pulls on his necktie to empathize she is impatient for the correct answer. It's a trait of hers, if she likes you then you're stuck with her until you pass. So whether it's by his own hands or another, he will not be rid of her for now.
She'll even meet him in Hell. Wouldn't that be nice? ]
I asked what you're feeling. I want specifics, Edmond Dantes.
[ A click of his tongue is given in response, specifics, she wants those then whenever putting it to words is not always something he finds himself interested in. He'll never be rid of her, he realizes, but the thought makes it far more comfortable than the idea of going back to Hell alone where he'd be right back at home and surrounded by what he did for his revenge.
So he thinks, pauses and stares down at her in his silence. One of the rarer times he acts on thought instead of saying it once he uses her keeping him dragged down to kiss her. Maybe not in words but in doing can be another thing for him. ]
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He is meant to burn himself into death and more, that was that, she drags him forward without a care in the world nearly. ]
...far better than having to be locked in a meeting with Moriarty whenever what I want most is before me.
[ Curse that stupid detective for thrusting that role on him before and after... ]
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[ A hard to satisfy woman she is, she pulls on his necktie to empathize she is impatient for the correct answer. It's a trait of hers, if she likes you then you're stuck with her until you pass. So whether it's by his own hands or another, he will not be rid of her for now.
She'll even meet him in Hell. Wouldn't that be nice? ]
I asked what you're feeling. I want specifics, Edmond Dantes.
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So he thinks, pauses and stares down at her in his silence. One of the rarer times he acts on thought instead of saying it once he uses her keeping him dragged down to kiss her. Maybe not in words but in doing can be another thing for him. ]