Dark Wings, Dark Words

[the_kingslayer]

Dark Wings, Dark Words

You have just received horrible news.
How does your character react? Do they need someone there to share their pain? Do they want to be alone, pushing away all attempts to help them? Do they simply want to rage at the world?

→ Leave a comment with your character's name and fandom.
→ Another character replies and you can choose to either give the bad news or simply to be there after it has arrived.
→ The rest is up to you!



(trigger warning, just in case)

Comments

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

James Moriarty is dead. For good. Brains all over the concrete in front of me.

Your exile is over, if you'd like it to be.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She just stares at him at that, and a hundred different emotions flit over her face in the span of a few seconds. Wariness, vindictive pleasure, confusion, uncertainty, hope. And all of it falls back to the wayside, to a familiar look of calculating thoughtfulness.]

And if I do it paves the way for your own triumphant return from the dead.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

No. My return has nothing to do with you. His organization has a few standing orders, I need to destroy every last one of them before I 'live' again.

[Too tired to bother to lie, and too heartbroken. John, at his tombstone.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Silence stretches between them. Irene is fitting what she knows of Sherlock Holmes to the man sitting in front of her now, and the two don't fit. Not quite as well as they used to. It's back to the look in his eyes, that subtle something she had seen but not understood. She rolls his words around in her mind, tastes them on her tongue.

Ah.

Her voice is crisp when she finally speaks again, challenging.]

Something you obviously are not equipped to do at this juncture. You're missing something, Mr. Holmes. Think.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

I'm sure you'll inform me of whatever transgression you imagine I've made.

[He nearly snarls. Sherlock does not have a game in him, not right now.]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[A cool, arched eyebrow. Temper, Sherlock. Being dead is far less interesting than being alive and she doesn't even have the outlet of texting you as entertainment ever since Karachi.]

If I come back to the land of the living, so to speak, your brother will know he'd been tricked, and that someone had to have told me. Which means John will know it, which means they will no doubt come find you.

And if they do, so will Jim's rabid dogs.