Atticus adjusted his glasses as he peered down at the blanket. “Hey, is that the book Nellie told us about?”
Jake’s eyes flicked to Olivia’s book. “You’ve got it outside in the sun? Are you out of your minds?”
Amy crossed her arms. “We’re being careful.”
“It’s not about careful, this is a five-hundred-year-old manuscript! You should be wearing gloves—Atticus brought some—and keeping it out of the sunlight.”
“It didn’t take you long to start barking orders!” Amy exclaimed, her face flushing. “But then you always know best, don’t you?”
“Somebody has to be mature in this situation,” Jake said, his gaze flashing at Ian, who was now intently trying to brush cookie crumbs off his pants.
“True. In that case, we’d rather consult your little brother,” Ian said with a smirk. “Medieval manuscripts are his field, am I right?”
“Technically, it’s early Renaissance,” Jake said.
“Thanks for the correction, my good man. Amy is right—you do know best.” Ian slipped his arm around Amy. “She’s so perceptive. One of the many things I adore about her.”
“It’s getting chilly. Why don’t we go inside?” Amy suggested brightly as she tried to step out of the circle of Ian’s arm.
Ian took the opportunity to rub her shoulder. “You do feel rather cold,” he said. “Let’s sit by the fire. Jake, since you’re so interested in proper handling, why don’t you take the book?”
Jake snatched up the book and furiously stomped off toward the house.
“You forgot to wear gloves!” Ian called after him.
Amy pushed him away. “Really, Ian.”
“What a touchy guy,” Ian said. “Frankly, I don’t know what you see in him.”
He winced as the kitchen door slammed, then glanced at Amy’s red face. “Hmmm. It might be a good time for me to take a walk.
hoo boy this is a lengthy one obvious warnings for depression, self-harm, and death/suicide.
there are many, many Vocaloid songs that center around ‘emotionally heavy’ themes so i tried to stick to topics of ‘depression’ or ‘melancholy’ rather than others like ‘breakup’ or ‘loss.’
producer Nashimoto-P is like the king of Vocaloid songs about depression, so check out more of his work.
i would also like to share THIS song here…it is a piano cover by koma’n of sasakure.uk’s GUMI song Campanella. i listen to it when i feel like shit and it really helps me get some peace of mind again. i hope by sharing it i can help someone too.
NAME: lucia GENDER: female EYE COLOUR: brown HAIR COLOUR: dark brown RELATIONSHIP: single lmao ZODIAC: aquarius FAVOURITE COLOUR: grayish pink FAVOURITE SEASON: summer / autumn FAVOURITE PLACE: my bedroom FAVOURITE HOLIDAY: national holidays bc no family gatherings + no school FAVOURITE VIDEO GAME: p.ersona 3 fes / p.ortal 2 / bo.rderlands 2 / p.ayday 2 / h.otline m.iami / pretty much all of to.uhou / di.shonored LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED: second season of b.nha
Text her back. Phone her, do something while there is still a chance because that chance doesn’t last forever, trust me, it’s gone before you know it. Before you know it.
Sherlock grumbled, that night John’s words did let him sleep.
She’s a lunatic She’s a criminal She’s insanely dangerous
Trust you to fall for a sociopath.
Sherlock grumbled again. John thought he had fallen for her, but had he? What that even… He breathed in and out a couple of time and so, against all the odds, he decided to answer her, so he opened their conversation, finding 10 unread messages there.
Happy Birthday, sexy - IA
Yes, I remembered - IA You can’t be THAT surprised - IA I sent you a present, did you receive it? - IA Of course you did - IA The real question is, did you hide it? - IA Of course you did - IA I think Mrs Hudson would appreciate that, you know… - IA I ADORE that woman - IA Not more than I adore you, obviously - IA My 35 years old posh boy - IA
He laughed slightly at that before typing
Try again, Miss Adler - SH
A couple of minutes later, unexpectedly her answer arrived
37? - IA
He smiled for a second, imaging the Woman’s face in that moment, then he texted her again, liking that conversation more than he should have, probably.
Close enough - SH Good. I like being close enough - IA
He held the phone for some further seconds, hesitant, not sure if he wanted to go in that direction but in the end…
By the way, thanks to your completely unnecessary texts, now John knows about us - SH
He almost lost a beat and despite his intellectual efforts could not understand why. Then a further message from her arrived.
Us? - IA
Sherlock waited only a couple of seconds before sending the following text.
That we kept in contact - SH
He could almost hear the Woman’s laugh, he could feel her eyes on him. Then he heard her moan. More than one time.
Is that’s what we do, Mister Holmes? We… keep in contact? - IA Just that? - IA Nothing more? - IA If I disappeared, would you notice? - IA
And he couldn’t answer to that, so she kept tutoring him
Oh so we are back there, aren’t we? - IA Don’t you DARE to ignore me on this - IA Of course you would dare, wouldn’t you? - IA At least there are troubles in heaven - IA Because of me - IA It’s almost flattering - IA
He tighten his grip on the phone
What do you mean? SH John. I bet he’s jealous… - IA
Sherlock started shaking his head
No, not at all. I think he ships us - SH
The Woman’s answer arrived only some minutes later
You have to be kidding me - IA
Sherlock smiled, genuinely amused continuing
No, he wants us to marry, I bet he’s already bought us a house, white fences, a garden surrounding it… - SH 4 children, 2 dogs? - IA Sort of - SH
He hesitated again, then she continued
He said you would complete me as a human being - SH
I could, who knows… - IA But I would have never imagined that the doctor was a fan of mine - IA He is - SH
Sherlock could almost see her, her satisfied smirked, her challenging expression… He definitively is, he ships us, you said yourself - IA I had no idea you even knew the meaning of that word! - IA
At that moment he rolled his eyes, almost annoyed
You don’t know a lot of things about me - SH I know enough, I’ve seen you naked - IA
He almost blushed before writing
Woman! - SH
But she gave him no paused and texted again
I had no idea you felt ready to talk to John about me - IA
He looked at the screen of his phone confused for a while before typing
What do you mean? - SH
Her reply came in a bunch of seconds
You’re Sherlock Holmes, if Watson heard my texts is because you wanted him to - IA
He bite his lips, that was definitely something he hadn’t considered…
You’re always so confident, aren’t you? - SH Always - IA
He waited 10 minutes before texting again
How was the travel? - SH
Comfortable - IA
Her message was strangely short, as if she was trying to avoid the subject, so he insisted
Just that? Nothing to add? - SH
Then an answer he probably would have luckily avoided arrived
My husband kept me awake all night long - IA I don’t need to hear about that - SH
… asking about you - IA
He felt something in his stomach, something very similar to… relief. Then he replied her
… and what did you say? - SH
That it was none of his business - IA
Yeah, he thought, that’s definitively true to her character
Poor man - SH
What came next seemed harsh, angry or maybe just bitter, he couldn’t tell
A colleague needed my help, that should be enough - IA That’s what I am to you? A colleague? - SH That’s what you have chosen to be - IA
Sherlock really had no intention of continuing that conversation, but then he did
John thinks we should be something more than that - SH And what do YOU think? - IA
In that instant he rolled his eyes
Till the next time, Miss Adler - SH
Irene answered 3 minutes later Which may come before you know it, Mister Holmes - IA
What do you mean? - SH He asked without understanding
Be patient. You’ll know soon, love - IA
Once he read that, for the second time that day, he almost lost a beat. He was being sentimental…It was time to forget about her. Maybe. Or maybe not.
Luke enjoyed being this close to Ashton, they could never do this before but Luke was comfortable. Luke held onto his hand with pride as he smiled “I want you to be happy, and I also want to do this” his free hand run through Ashton’s hair before he leaned up and kissed him slow and tender
Ashton was quite satified at the response but he knew it wasn’t worth it. “I want you to also be happy..” He bit down on his lip, slowly reaching down to reach Luke so they were fairly close. “What do you actually want?” He asked, kissing his cheek, playing with his ear for a bit.