bakerstreet | ( Old-School Sensuality. )

( Old-School Sensuality )

While public displays of affection may not have been entirely taboo in all cultures in the past, there's a certain air of stuffiness that have always peppered Western days gone by and their views on sexuality. Literature of the Regency and Victorian periods are exercises in hidden, torrid attraction and more than healthy amounts of repression

The power of suggestion can, when applied expertly, be much more poignant than what's overt. When the imagination is allowed to fill in the blanks, actions or images that could be innocent in another context may seem much more salacious. And even with the risque, like a sexy lingerie set, what's appealing isn't the skin showing, it's what's hidden.

The art of "leaving something to the imagination" may be dying, some say, so let's put it into practice. Stolen glances, heated touches, pinnings against walls, pining, brushing bodies, deep kissing, faces pressed in necks, and tension. Tension, tension, tension. Remember, sensuality, not sexuality, though the interaction between you could get heated when all of the senses are involved.

( comment. feel free to bring out your period or fantasy characters/AU your characters into a historical setting...because this is really just an excuse to play out costume-porn-Brontë-approved near-smut. in contrast idek, your modern character could be really proper or reserved, in a forbidden relationship - i'm not here to judge! )
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( ota canonmates - especially here for dwarves and Men, not so much about the fellow elves; ota for crossovers. )

( ota canonmates - primarily the dwarves but I'm chill - and ota crossovers, as well. )

( m/f )

[M/M, come commit those so-called gross indecencies, these vague and sensual delights in corners and in alleyways, stolen kisses behind locked study doors, made both frightening and thrilling in their necessary secrecy. That element of danger in the love which dare not speak its name.]

((Would Sherlock mind having a swordsman-turned-military/bodyguard as a roommate and potential interest? I'd be happy to AU Cor here into the Sherlock world as a fencing master with clear (to Holmes) signs of military training, who 'just happened' to find the ad for a room at 221B after Watson moves out due to marriage?))

{You know... sure! :D Let's give it a go!}

((OOC: Great! Sorry for the late reply; holiday madness is finally abating, so let's give this a go.))

The man is called Cor Leonis. Tall and of a slightly lean built, he tends to not speak much words to those he is not familiar with. Still, he's polite and courteous enough to the landlady when he first inquired about the recently opened room at 221B Baker Street.

He's had a long last decade. Years of fighting alongside his brothers-in-arms earned him a honorable discharge from Her Majesty's Army as an officer, but he's spent so long fighting that it's left him without much other options to pursue for a civilian career. And he's far from the 'foreign' community established in Hiroshima, where he had grown up and learned swordplay. So he drifted to London and offered up his skills as a fencing instructor to those who wish to learn.

Of course, he 'just happened' to have heard of the opening thru the paper, and that the place in question also housed one Sherlock Holmes. Nevermind that this Holmes just happens to be related to a certain man that Cor still owes a favor to. Curious about this 'private consultant' that seems to be helping Scotland Yard at times, Cor applied for the flat, figuring that his current students' families pay him enough to afford the place.

It's not long before he's signed the lease and moved in. His belonging are not many - mostly necessities, a few trinkets of his childhood home...and swords. At least a half-done, each of a different type that come with its own rack to be displayed with care and pride. There's one in particular that he's currently setting up near his bed - a beautiful long katana with a black sheath - when he hears a knock at the main door to his quarters. "Come in!" he calls, thinking that it's the landlady.

((ooc: Fucking hell, I had replied to this but I guess the tag didn't make it. Which is what I get for doing it from the train, I guess. So sorry!))

He hadn't wanted to let the other room. The doctor's absence was jarring and he could only imagine what the intrusion of a stranger would be like. Watson's steadiness, his predictability and his endless patience had been such a stabilizing influence on Sherlock's life and the detective would have been lying if he said he wasn't struggling with the adjustment. He was happy for his partner, of course. Watson loved his new wife very, very much and seemed to be making the best of a life without their dangerous adventures. He would not begrudge him his happiness and it was bound to have happened sometime. He knew that Watson had loved him too, but given the choice of a secret affair and a stable marriage, he knew which of those two loves would win out.

Mycroft had insisted on letting the other room. His brother cited the cost but Holmes suspected that it had more to do with his brother not wanting him to be alone during this...adjustment period. Holmes could not deny that while he was fine for the moment, the very nature of his...peculiar mind would be that the pendulum would swing back the other way and he would collapse into despondency. He suspected Mycroft had meddled a bit more in his residential arrangements, but it had brought a flat-mate to him quickly and without much-- truly, any-- effort on his part.

He'd been out when Cor moved in, a long night in Whitechapel. Nothing nefarious, he was not in the mood that might lead a man to any fleshly vices, but a long night tailing a man suspected of some trafficking scheme. But he notes the disturbances of the rooms when he returns, pacing like a cat through the spaces, reading all the little details. Eventually, he raps upon the door to what had once been Watson's bedroom.

"You must be Mister Leonis, I presume?" He inquires, poking his head into the room. "Welcome to Baker Street."