I don’t even know your name.
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page 10
The “Moriarty was real fake” just kills me. I really hope this book is put on sale soon. I really want to own a copy.

And so then I did a quick Sherlock/John. Based on this NSFW image.
oh hey so remember that one time I drew this o//////o
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which one do you guys like best?
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Six Characters (6/6) - Sherlock Holmes
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page 09
Someone send a runner
Through the weather that I’m under
For the feeling that I lost today
Someone send a runner
For the feeling that I lost today
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It’s been years since Greg’s sung anything in front of an audience. Anything real.
The Yarders know he can sing. He used to be in a band, and anyone in a car with him learns quickly that he controls the radio, singing and drumming along on the steering wheel. Sometimes he’ll even sing softly to himself around the office if he’s got a song stuck in his head.
What they don’t know about is all the times he stayed up all night in Sherlock’s flat, nervously pacing and drinking cup after cup of coffee while he waited for Sherlock to come down from a high. The flat was horribly quiet so Greg would fill the hours by singing to himself, whatever came to mind.
That’s how he found out that Sherlock’s mother sang to them when they were boys. He doubts Sherlock even remembers telling him, shining with sweat and glassy-eyed as he’d been at the time.
But Sherlock had also said that he liked Greg’s voice, and he would wave his arm clumsily, conducting Greg before he slipped back into unconsciousness. It was probably just ego and imagination but Greg thought Sherlock slept better when he sang, so it became a conscious habit that died out along with Sherlock’s drug use.
At Sherlock’s funeral he feels like he’s run out of words to say, so he sings someone else’s words instead.
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Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End.
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Sherlock meme : Six Characters [1/6]
⤷ John H. Watson
“Bit of trouble too, I bet.”
“Of course, yes. Enough for a life time. Far too much.”
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