Guys, I am really in love with the show Arrow! May make an Oliver Queen blog…. Not sure. I need to decide if there’s a muse for him in me… xD
Demi sits at a small 2 person table with a small cup of a steaming latte. She looked up at you and yawned. “I’m sorry… What were you saying?”
He raised his brows. Sherlock crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. “Do I bore you?” He knew the answer. It was all apparent due to her posture, her constant glancing around, and her unsteady breaths.
So sorry for my inactivity! I have an audition for our show tomorrow, and then next week, I am auditioning to be a character look alike in the Disney College Program.
I have been trying to be as active as I can, but I have a job, a show, two auditions, school, and other things that I also need to worry about…
*whispers* Everyone else who reblogs this kills me because you all lie.
(Source: tonytheclockrp, via burning-vermilion)
((We can turn our date RP into that somehow! Perhaps she pictures a brutal murder of someone around them, and Sherlock sees it! I was trying to figure out what to do next anyway.))
((Oh goodness, yes! That is perfect!))
He stared at her. “I should’ve known,” he said, a slight smirk crossing his face. “I should’ve known it was you. The innocent, tiny, quiet woman who knew so much about death. You were clever. You always were more knowledgeable than any of the others.” His eyes glinted, showing the…
He continued to stare at the woman as she teased and mocked him. He blinked. She was trying to get into his head, but Sherlock would not comply. He nodded. “Perhaps it is,” he replied, voice firm. He smirked. “This seems a little too simple for you,” he said to her. “What? No puzzle? No questions? No challenge?” He shifted again, this time to get comfortable. This would take a while.
Prometheus Bound | Sherlock & Jim | Closed RP
Sherlock was lying on his couch, sprawled out because he didn’t have an interesting case to work on. His mind was screaming at him, for it always needed to be working. He shifted in the position, hoping something, anything would pop up. Sherlock’s head perked up…
Sherlock hollard for a taxi, climbed in, and gave the location to the driver. He looked around London with the expression of an excited young puppy. His breath quickened. His mind was jumping for joy at the anonymous case he had received.
Sherlock did not even know the content of the case. All he knew was that there was one. However, his mind was so bored, the anonymous message caught his attention. Inside, he had hoped that it didn’t turn out to be a simple case that was sent to him by a fan. He put that thought aside. He couldn’t afford to think like that with how bored he was.
Sherlock became lost in thought as he tried to figure out the sender’s true name. Finally, they had arrived. He glanced out the window at the castle-like building that was standing before him. Quickly, he paid the cabbie. Then, he eagerly climbed out of the vehicle and adjusted the suit he’d changed in to, for he had been specifically instructed to dress formally. Then, he advanced towards the giant door.
Molly stopped pacing and wringing her hands to stare down at Sherlock. “You…you would do that?”
He looked her in the eyes. “Yes,” he said, with a somewhat breathy tone.
Molly felt her stomach flutter, but she pushed aside the feelings. “Why? I…
He smiled the slightest smile down at her. “I could return the favour,” he said, placing a hand onto either of her shoulders.
Sherlock looked around as the music began playing. Most people were already dozing off, and it was only the opening number. He shook his head…
He took in every movement she did. Her body language giving away everything she was feeling. It was obvious she was not trying to hide anything. Sherlock stared at her for long moments, looking her up and down, studying every inch of her.
Did he know what he wanted to do next? He shifted, showing the slightest bit of uncomfortableness. Suddenly, he noticed what he had done. He placed his hands behind his back and cleared his throat. “Dinner?” he asked, raising his brows. That’s what people did on those sort of things… Right? Dinner dates….? It may have been late, but he knew places in London which were open into the early morning hours, and the occasional few open all hours.
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The moment her lips came into contact with his own, Sherlock tensed. Where was this coming from? Once she released the kiss, he stared at her with furrowed brows. “What….. What was that?” he asked.