[Holmes' memory drifted in, seeming to roll like late evening fog, filling in spaces in a dream.
a late night on a fog-filled streets - two men, one tall and thin - clearly Holmes though he looked to be a man in his late thirties than the twentysomething laying next to Watanuki, and the other man was of average height and broad shouldered, slightly older than him. They were the only souls around, save for a horse-drawn police wagon that could be seen turning down another street. It was clear by the way they walked and the shortness of breath that they had recently engaged in some kind of extraneous activity recently, in the distance, a stately house was light up in all the windows.
Soon Holmes broke into laughter, resting on his cane, while the other man shook his head with exasperation. "Really Holmes! Only you could waltz right into a gala and upend the entire banquet table!"
"Well Watson - I did find the missing rubies, didn't I?" Sherlock smiles cheekily, "I believe that would cover the cleaning bill we might might be expected to pay for."
"You are an impossible man sometimes," but the corner of Watson's lips tugged as the two walked closer, almost leaning together. "We should be careful not to disturb Mrs. Hudson coming back in. But do tell me, how did you know that it was Madame Blackwell that took the rubies in the first place?"
The Detective naturally elucidated on his skills, as the doctor followed along, walking close enough their arms touched, and for a moment the pair stopped, hands starting to touch, fingers twining - the air seeming to go still before they catch themselves. With a quiet noise from Watson, they quickly hurried onto Baker street, where within the steps of their familiar home, the stiff tension that crept over them from their touch several blocks away had faded.
A brief smile was exchanged as Watson unlocked the door - before it turned into shock as a roof tile suddenly crashes onto the ground, barely missing Sherlock by inches. The pair quickly disappeared into the door, Watson holding onto the taller man and fussing over him, while the detective seems far more shaken than even one would expect from having such a close call.
Slowly, naturally, his eyes opened, as the lingering melancholy, of a loved one passing over shifts into his waking consciousness]
[When the dreams have played out, Watanuki awakens, and he is aware of the fact that some time has passed. It's probably evening by then, with the afternoon having been slept away. All in all, not a terrible loss of time, given how long he can be out for sometimes.
He doesn't move much yet, and instead glances over at Ruler. Ah, so he's awake too. Well then.]
[He won't get an answer now, but the fact that the mana seems to be flowing more freely from him, like he's suddenly got a random supply of it might be a good hint.]
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a late night on a fog-filled streets - two men, one tall and thin - clearly Holmes though he looked to be a man in his late thirties than the twentysomething laying next to Watanuki, and the other man was of average height and broad shouldered, slightly older than him. They were the only souls around, save for a horse-drawn police wagon that could be seen turning down another street. It was clear by the way they walked and the shortness of breath that they had recently engaged in some kind of extraneous activity recently, in the distance, a stately house was light up in all the windows.
Soon Holmes broke into laughter, resting on his cane, while the other man shook his head with exasperation. "Really Holmes! Only you could waltz right into a gala and upend the entire banquet table!"
"Well Watson - I did find the missing rubies, didn't I?" Sherlock smiles cheekily, "I believe that would cover the cleaning bill we might might be expected to pay for."
"You are an impossible man sometimes," but the corner of Watson's lips tugged as the two walked closer, almost leaning together. "We should be careful not to disturb Mrs. Hudson coming back in. But do tell me, how did you know that it was Madame Blackwell that took the rubies in the first place?"
The Detective naturally elucidated on his skills, as the doctor followed along, walking close enough their arms touched, and for a moment the pair stopped, hands starting to touch, fingers twining - the air seeming to go still before they catch themselves. With a quiet noise from Watson, they quickly hurried onto Baker street, where within the steps of their familiar home, the stiff tension that crept over them from their touch several blocks away had faded.
A brief smile was exchanged as Watson unlocked the door - before it turned into shock as a roof tile suddenly crashes onto the ground, barely missing Sherlock by inches. The pair quickly disappeared into the door, Watson holding onto the taller man and fussing over him, while the detective seems far more shaken than even one would expect from having such a close call.
Slowly, naturally, his eyes opened, as the lingering melancholy, of a loved one passing over shifts into his waking consciousness]
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He doesn't move much yet, and instead glances over at Ruler. Ah, so he's awake too. Well then.]
Ruler-san, was that...?
[It has to have been Ruler's memory, right?]
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[His voice was contemplative, his free hand brushing against his face]
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[He's used to those, they're nothing new. Though if he knew who it was...]
The one I saw was of you and a...friend? After solving a case. Except there was a heavy air, and misfortune almost befell you.
[He's happy to hear that Ruler is feeling better, though, so he will carefully let go of Ruler's hand.]
Do you think you will need more later? I can return after eating, and sleep through the whole night.
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That would be Watson... it might've been one of the attempts on my life by Moriarty...
I am not a hundred percent myself... it might be good to be on the safe side.
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That's...I'm sorry, but I need to go check on something real quick.
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[He asked quietly, though he sense he won't get an answer immediately]
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[He won't get an answer now, but the fact that the mana seems to be flowing more freely from him, like he's suddenly got a random supply of it might be a good hint.]
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