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she_sells_seashellsThey go home after a couple of days, without incident. The colors in Bell's hair are fading, albeit incompletely.
A bit later, when there is not the question of whether Sherlock can accompany her unnoticed, Tony finds a door and in they go.
Other Sherlock - whether this is their other Sherlock or some other other Sherlock, Bell cannot be immediately sure - is in the main bar area. Bell waves!
A bit later, when there is not the question of whether Sherlock can accompany her unnoticed, Tony finds a door and in they go.
Other Sherlock - whether this is their other Sherlock or some other other Sherlock, Bell cannot be immediately sure - is in the main bar area. Bell waves!
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-02-07 05:43 am (UTC)"May I?" she asks, touching Sherlock's shoulder.
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:53 am (UTC)Most of her affect-greys are neutral middle tones. Every fragment of thought or sensation connected to Bell is white.
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:55 am (UTC)"I love you," she sighs into Sherlock's ear.
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:57 am (UTC)This is what she meant when she called Bell a continual epiphany: this feeling like the satisfaction when you set the last piece of a puzzle in its place, multiplied and extended and carrying on into eternity.
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:59 am (UTC)She doesn't stop hugging Sherlock for a while.
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Date: 2013-02-07 05:59 am (UTC)