#THAT ROOM#THAT ROOM WAS HIS FUCKING HEART AND NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE #HE’S DYING #HIS BRAIN IS SHUTTING DOWN #HIS MIND PALACE IS FAILING HIM #SO HE FALLS BACK ON THE ONLY THING THAT’S LEFT #HIS HEART #HIS BEAUTIFUL MASSIVE HEART #PADDED #LOCKED AWAY #WITH HIM INSIDE #THAT’S NOT MORIARTY #THAT IS THE PART OF SHERLOCK THAT COULD TOPPLE COUNTIRES IN DAYS #AND IT DIES WITH HIM #THAT’S WHY HE WAS LYING RIGHT NEXT TO SHERLOCK #BUT THEN #REMINDS HIM OF THE PEOPLE THAT LOVE HIM #JOHN #AND HE HITS THE GROUND #HE FUCKING MAKES HIS OWN HEART BEAT #HE FORCES IT TO MOVE AND PULLS HIS BRAIN BACK ONLINE #I LOVE THIS SCENE #AND I ALWAYS WILL #FUCK
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au // Moriarty returns, and upon discovering how important Molly Hooper has become to Sherlock Holmes, intends to correct his oversight.
"The girl who mattered." He recited, a breathy laugh escaping past his lips as he shook his head. "Once upon a time… you mattered to me first. Don’t you remember, dearest? When our… dear old Sherlock wanted nothing to do with you?” The Irishmen purred, hands in his pockets as he casually walked toward her. “I could have saved you from the tedium of this life, y’know. But then… you had to become a pretty little liar, didn’t you…” His dark brown eyes sharpened as they locked on her, “Helping Sherlock. Daddy isn’t happy.” He paused. The barest hint of a smile touched the corner of his lips, “Daddy’s. Had. Enough. Now.”
No … You’re not. I see. You’re not ordinary. No. You’re me. You’re me. Thank you. Sherlock Holmes.
Let’s Talk Moriarty
You never felt pain, did you? Why did you never feel pain? You always feel it, Sherlock. But you don’t have to fear it! Pain… heartbreak… loss… death… it’s all good. It’s all good.
Well, after all this time, here’s my page for ”The Story of Sir Boast A Lot” a BBCSherlock collab artbook. You can still nab a copy here!
I can not begin to tell you how long this freaking took me. But despite the uphill fight, I’m proud of this. ;w;