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Post by Irene on Aug 29, 2007 18:03:01 GMT -5
((Mm, Jimmy Stewart.))
*Irene gasped*
"And neither do I. I cannot let another man perish on my account, and this may mean both our dooms. I still love my dead husband. I cannot let myself fall in love with another."
*She held him so tightly she thought her hands would snap*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Aug 30, 2007 1:40:13 GMT -5
*His eyes searched hers, moving across her face as if he could read the solution in it.*
"Then don't," *he said roughly.* "I have never allowed myself to feel, for I learned, too early in life, what it meant for me. I do nothing by halves, Ms. Adler. If you would be rid of me, you must make me go. Now."
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Post by Irene on Aug 30, 2007 7:37:49 GMT -5
"I can't", *she breathed*, and you know it. But if you wish to walk away from this, do it now or it will be too late."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Aug 30, 2007 11:57:39 GMT -5
((I just want to slap them and tell them to DO IT ALREADY.))
"You know I can't," *he said, his voice nearly a growl.* "You knew it the minute you saw me dressed as a workman. You said as much when you followed me home and bid me goodnight. What have you done to me?"
*He couldn't stop it. He was ensnared, deeply enough that he thought he might learn to credit tales of temptresses from mythology. Once loosed, the flood of his passionate nature could not be tamed.
He hated himself for it.
But he couldn't hate her.*
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Post by Irene on Aug 30, 2007 13:13:53 GMT -5
((I know, me too.))
"I didn't know back then. I swear I didn't know. It was only at the ball..."
*She knew for sure now how she felt about him. She had known ever since Dracula had threatened to kill him*
"If you can't be my protector...if you truly don't wish to see me again...then let's just have this night."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Aug 30, 2007 18:35:11 GMT -5
*Every logical voice within him--or rather, the logical voice, but it was strong--told him to walk away. Now. He could not afford this, not with Moriarty's men potentially looking for him, not with Dracula around every corner, not with a widow and the ex-mistress of a former client and most of all not he, Sherlock Holmes, slain by a singer. And adventuress. How droll the euphemisms were.
Because he knew, in his heart, that a night was not enough.
But he was powerless to contradict her now.*
"Tonight," *he said.* "And tomorrow... this will have passed." *It was like a prayer.* "I will be free, and then I'll know what's to be done."
*He kissed her again, logic having given way to biology.*
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Post by Irene on Aug 30, 2007 18:40:15 GMT -5
"Yes", *she whispered*, "I believe you."
*It seemed like such a short time ago that this would have meant nothing to her. An evening of enjoyment, easily forgotten. But since Francis, she had stayed true to her love, and since Dracula, the touch of a man had conjured as much terror as lust. And since Holmes...since him, these things were forgotten.*
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 1, 2007 12:15:25 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
*Holmes stared at the ceiling, his face void of the fire which still raged inside him. As he had feared, the release accomplished with Irene did not abate his passion, but banked it for future torment. He did not let himself feel this way for a reason; a reason he'd long suspected, but now was certain of.
He could not let go.
And yet... It had been glorious. Worth the dulling of his senses? Perhaps not.*
"Madame..." *he began, not knowing where he wished to go from here. And he hated not knowing anything.*
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Post by Irene on Sept 1, 2007 14:44:53 GMT -5
"Sherlock", *she whispered. It was the first time she had called him by his first name. She felt lost, knowing that she'd fallen for him, knowing that every moment he spent with her was a risk of his life. But hot damn, he was one masterful virgin it was hard to think of that when she was with him.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 1, 2007 21:28:33 GMT -5
*Holmes turned to face her, his face open and searching, not at all the hawk-like mien he habitually wore.*
"Irene," *he said softly.* "I... I'm sorry."
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Post by Irene on Sept 2, 2007 7:26:29 GMT -5
*Irene laughed hollowly*
"What are you sorry for? It looks like I'm the one who corrupted you."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 2, 2007 20:08:50 GMT -5
"No."
*Holmes sat up and ran a hand through his tousled hair.*
"I... I took advantage of you. A client, a widow, a..."
Woman...
"It was reprehensible."
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Post by Irene on Sept 2, 2007 23:07:53 GMT -5
"Believe me, I know reprehensible. You were only trying to do the right thing."
*Irene turned away from him. She brought her hand to her face as a single tear fell down her cheek. What had she done? It wasn't simply the thought of Francis- although that was a part- but a realization that had been in the back of her mind all night*
"Dracula will find out about this. What have I don? If I had lied, turned you away, you would be safe- instead, it seems I have signed your death warrant!"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Sept 3, 2007 0:41:41 GMT -5
*Almost instantly, Holmes was kneeling next to her, grasping her hand. He had not made the decision to do so, and it alarmed him.*
"Don't say that. I would gladly... that is, if my life could buy your safety, I would give it freely. I have already said farewell to so much. If you are lost whilst in my keeping, I would never forgive myself. Which is why... This never should have happened."
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Post by Irene on Sept 3, 2007 13:09:47 GMT -5
*Irene nodded, fighting back tears*
"We both know that this cannot end well. The only possible outcome is heartbreak...for both of us."
*She paused, still holding his hand*
"Do you think we should part ways?"
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