Good heavens. Whereas my world begins to revolve around increasing capital every day, it appears that yours might impress more importance upon magic, if such powerful spells exist.
Honestly, how would a detective get anything done...?
[She can puff as long as she wants; Sholmes does not seem to be eager to have his pipe back.]
Paired with the use of logic that applies to a very strict set of rules by which the physical world operates. Magic is but a wrench thrown into that very critical process, it would seem.
You would find it new and frustrating, perhaps, but for those at home, this is simply way of life; how it has always been.
[ despite her words, it's clear she's enjoying this conversation, because her tail keeps flittering where it drapes over the edge of the table. she even dares to bring one foot up and rest the curve of her ankle over one of Sholmes' knees.
you could say she's still nervous about her ill omens wisping him away ]
[-he says at first, considering. Wondering at how he would approach matters if he were a detective born into her world, rather than his own. He does not seem to mind the point of contact, and he easily notes her flickering tail. The air between them is casual, it would seem -- less the air of student and teacher, but simply friends.]
I admit it is fascinating. And the privilege of being frustrated is only one that would happen in theory. My detective-ing will remain in London for the foreseeable future.
[ gives a little pull on his pipe and lowers it, exhaling the smoke slowly through her nose, which gives her a distinctly bullish appearance. it's always all just theory, isn't it? the one thing she cannot do is break between worlds.
[ honestly, the thought that they might not makes her entire chest clench unpleasantly, but for once, very little of it shows. the stillness of her tail is maybe the biggest tell, but only if one has come to recognize what its usual constant motion means.
her gaze is on where her ankle hooks over his knee. ]
[ how befitting of her that she might dream of a world where she was trapped and moved like a puppet, that she was loved, and everything she could possibly learn or grow from would vanish with wakefulness.
[At that, he glances at her again, considering the remark.]
Or perhaps I simply seek to wring out the best of any experience. Though fraught, this would not constitute a wholly terrible dream. I have met many interesting people, and grown fond of an equal amount.
no subject
[ puffs his pipe ]
no subject
Then it is a wonder that the strongest willed in your world refrain from controlling each and every aspect of daily life.
[Unless... they don't.]
no subject
Now you are getting idea.
no subject
no subject
no subject
Good heavens. Whereas my world begins to revolve around increasing capital every day, it appears that yours might impress more importance upon magic, if such powerful spells exist.
Honestly, how would a detective get anything done...?
no subject
[ leans back against the edge of the table, crosses her legs at the ankle. puff puff ]
no subject
Paired with the use of logic that applies to a very strict set of rules by which the physical world operates. Magic is but a wrench thrown into that very critical process, it would seem.
no subject
no subject
And are there spells that can reveal the use of another?
no subject
no subject
no subject
[ despite her words, it's clear she's enjoying this conversation, because her tail keeps flittering where it drapes over the edge of the table. she even dares to bring one foot up and rest the curve of her ankle over one of Sholmes' knees.
you could say she's still nervous about her ill omens wisping him away ]
no subject
[-he says at first, considering. Wondering at how he would approach matters if he were a detective born into her world, rather than his own. He does not seem to mind the point of contact, and he easily notes her flickering tail. The air between them is casual, it would seem -- less the air of student and teacher, but simply friends.]
I admit it is fascinating. And the privilege of being frustrated is only one that would happen in theory. My detective-ing will remain in London for the foreseeable future.
no subject
so far. ]
Yes. Indeed it will.
no subject
Such is one's lot in life. To think that I would not have known about all these other worlds without being brought into this... blasted prison.
no subject
no subject
no subject
her gaze is on where her ankle hooks over his knee. ]
And if this were all one prolonged dream?
no subject
Well, then what a dream it would have been. One of my better ones.
no subject
...bah. she can't think these things.
brings the pipe to her lips again ]
You must have some awful nightmares, Herlock.
no subject
Or perhaps I simply seek to wring out the best of any experience. Though fraught, this would not constitute a wholly terrible dream. I have met many interesting people, and grown fond of an equal amount.
[Gestures at her.]
That does include you, of course.
no subject
Oh, don't say that.
no subject
[sincerity!]
no subject
[ because it's making her teary ]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)