and she dreams in the rain.

【 feredir / synnovu 】

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LoK chibis to be made into keychains /o/

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dramatis-echo:

“But he works at Baskerville, didn’t your dad have a problem with that?” Sherlock asked drearily as he and Henry continued through the foggy woodland.
Henry shrugged. “Well mates are mates, aren’t they? I mean, look at you and John.”
“…What about us?” Sherlock cut in quickly, his voice bordering on being defensive.
But Henry had stopped walking.
“…Huh.”
The detective glanced around.
“Why have we stopped?” Sherlock pressed.“S-Sorry, I just… ah… I’ve never noticed that statue there before.”
Sherlock focused his sharp eyes past Henry, and on a female statue ahead; lightly gripping the tree trunk it was positioned partly behind. It almost looked as if the angel had been moving seconds before Henry had spotted it.
“Oh…” Sherlock’s face fell to one of realization and panic. “John.”
Henry frowned, and turned to ask Sherlock what he meant, but the lanky detective was still staring at the statue tensely. “Mr. Holmes?”
“Keep looking at the statue, Henry! Don’t take your eyes off it!” He ordered. “I’ve got to find John…”
His client turned, and looked at the statue. “L-Look at it?”
“Stay here, don’t panic, don’t move, dont’ look away - I’ll be back!” Sherlock yelled rapidly, before he took off running through the woods. “John!”

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