They will, or they won't. Human foolishness can result in the most interesting of consequences. They can take one blow after another and not learn a single lesson from the process.
[ and it's frustrating more often than not. Mostly Moriarty prefers to have them killed lest they'll annoy her. ]
There is a man in the city named Sherlock Holmes. I do wonder if you have met him.
There are two men in the city named Sherlock Holmes. But, no, I haven't met either of them.
[But she only mentioned one, so he can draw some conclusions from that alone, because she would be aware of there being two. One being of more importance. Someone she knows from home, perhaps.]
[ and indeed, only one matters to her. she had looked into the other, naturally and found herself lacking interest. how can she be distracted with both sherlock and lovely joan being in town? ]
they are alike in some regard and very different in others. they all solve crimes, all brilliant, servers of justice.
[ said with a flair of importance. women like moriarty know 'justice' to be non-existent but this is a whole other conversation. ]
[Because there is no need nor use to pretend he didn't notice. He smiles briefly at how she speaks of justice, acknowledging the statement with a nod.]
There aren't that many ordinary crimes committed here, although I'm sure they can find other things to occupy their minds. Though one never knows. There is so much injustice just waiting to happen.
I know only one and have no desire to know the other quite yet. I believe my namesake would busy himself with the other. I trust you have heard of Jim Moriarty already.
Perhaps, but one might also just call it honest in your case. I'd certainly not disagree. Although such matters are of course subjective.
[He looks at her, not really staring as such would imply a certain awareness of being improper. He has been, in a roundabout way, invited to look, so he looks.]
But then, to me Moriarty is more beautiful than Evelyn. I'd suspect the same to be true of Margaery Tyrell. Doesn't quite compare.
I have a friend who once told me that honesty is oft confused with great rudeness.
[ she remembers it clearly; he didn't quite tell to her, he told it to irene. they were lying naked beneath covers as he tried to solve the curious case of M and she was enjoying the irony of him trying to do so while pressed into the one criminal he wasn't able to track. ]
beauty is an abstract concept. a funny thing that two identical things are not equals in their beauty.
I don't know if I agree. Rudeness is a lack of manners, intentional or not. One can insult someone honestly without being rude and compliment falsely and rudely.
[That kind of irony he can appreciate. That kind of irony he is in fact experiencing, at least to a certain degree, with one Albus Dumbledore, and it is exquisite indeed. In so many ways.]
Two identical things might be. But you are no more identical to her than you'd fancy her your equal, I'd imagine. A face is shaped by personality, after all and a body is guided by it. That's how one person can be another, too. Evelyn.
Sherlock told one Irene Adler that at times, one tries to be perfectly honest for honesty's sake and named rude.
[ and Jamie perhaps would have argued as Barty does but Irene was much too busy in Sherlock's skin pressed against her own to continue the debate. Her voice is soft, she is a subtle creature in her essence. If she can turn ruthless, if she can kill a man so painfully until he begs to die it never shows on the surface. After all, Jamie Moriarty is quite the British lady. ]
The curious thing -
[ and she leans back in her seat, lifts a finger as if she is truly troubled when her tone becomes lighter, interested. ]
Irene Adler has come into this city. Poor Sherlock. That is not a name I imagined he cared to hear again.
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[ and it's frustrating more often than not. Mostly Moriarty prefers to have them killed lest they'll annoy her. ]
There is a man in the city named Sherlock Holmes. I do wonder if you have met him.
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[But she only mentioned one, so he can draw some conclusions from that alone, because she would be aware of there being two. One being of more importance. Someone she knows from home, perhaps.]
Why do you ask?
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[ and indeed, only one matters to her. she had looked into the other, naturally and found herself lacking interest. how can she be distracted with both sherlock and lovely joan being in town? ]
they are alike in some regard and very different in others. they all solve crimes, all brilliant, servers of justice.
[ said with a flair of importance. women like moriarty know 'justice' to be non-existent but this is a whole other conversation. ]
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[Because there is no need nor use to pretend he didn't notice. He smiles briefly at how she speaks of justice, acknowledging the statement with a nod.]
There aren't that many ordinary crimes committed here, although I'm sure they can find other things to occupy their minds. Though one never knows. There is so much injustice just waiting to happen.
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[ never dull, Asgard. ]
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[They're all being very British, after all.]
So you've found someone to share your name. All I have is someone sharing my face.
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[ which is even funnier, when you think of it and she laughs. ]
Margaery Tyrell. Queen. Very beautiful; but that is arrogant of me to say, isn't it?
I AM SO SORRY, I've put tags in a folder for until after my finger feels better and forgot about it
[He looks at her, not really staring as such would imply a certain awareness of being improper. He has been, in a roundabout way, invited to look, so he looks.]
But then, to me Moriarty is more beautiful than Evelyn. I'd suspect the same to be true of Margaery Tyrell. Doesn't quite compare.
shh it's fine!
[ she remembers it clearly; he didn't quite tell to her, he told it to irene. they were lying naked beneath covers as he tried to solve the curious case of M and she was enjoying the irony of him trying to do so while pressed into the one criminal he wasn't able to track. ]
beauty is an abstract concept. a funny thing that two identical things are not equals in their beauty.
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[That kind of irony he can appreciate. That kind of irony he is in fact experiencing, at least to a certain degree, with one Albus Dumbledore, and it is exquisite indeed. In so many ways.]
Two identical things might be. But you are no more identical to her than you'd fancy her your equal, I'd imagine. A face is shaped by personality, after all and a body is guided by it. That's how one person can be another, too. Evelyn.
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[ and Jamie perhaps would have argued as Barty does but Irene was much too busy in Sherlock's skin pressed against her own to continue the debate. Her voice is soft, she is a subtle creature in her essence. If she can turn ruthless, if she can kill a man so painfully until he begs to die it never shows on the surface. After all, Jamie Moriarty is quite the British lady. ]
The curious thing -
[ and she leans back in her seat, lifts a finger as if she is truly troubled when her tone becomes lighter, interested. ]
Irene Adler has come into this city. Poor Sherlock. That is not a name I imagined he cared to hear again.