—you know what was a n n o y i n g?
When people acted like they were your boss, but actually weren’t. When they issued commands and behaved as if they held some kind of leverage over your head when they’re actually a nobody that hasn’t any right to tell you shit.
It was anger that had him slashing tires in broad daylight. Irritability marred his brow while he plunged the deadly-sharp edge of a hunting dagger into thick black rubber, making each tire wheeze in agony.
Children threw tantrums when aggravated; Jude went into fits of senseless, destructive rage. There was a marginal difference.
Well, — someone had a very shitty day.
Under other circumstances, she wouldn’t even have glanced over at the lad and merely continued walking down the road, but— and there seemed to be always a but —she really couldn’t stand people touching the motorbike she’d nicked a few days ago. And he didn’t only touch it, but rather made it completely incapable of being useful by slashing the tires. Great. Really, bloody great.
Her steps came to a halt and her gaze was cast upon him for a few moments, merely observing him while trying to guess what might have caused such inappropriate behaviour. (Well, he seemed to be angry— of course; but it took her longer than expected to figure that out. It was quite hard to see his expression, after all, while standing in his back.)
“You’re lucky, I don’t yell often.” Her voice remained monotonous as always, dark waves swaying lightly as she dipped her head. “Will you stop if I ask you what happed and agree on listening to your bothersome story? I liked the motorbike a lot, you see.”
( for a moment, sherlock turned his head to face her. he hoped he was coming across relatively polite however he wasn’t quite sure he was doing the whole ‘be-polite-and-don’t-do-the-deducing-thing’ justice.
and then he turned away. being polite wasn’t in his forte, it simply wasn’t how he worked. if he wanted something, he’d ask for it in the most simplest way possible, if he had a bone to pick he’d confront the person head on. )
( was all he said. blue hues flickered around the room as he took in his surroundings. you see, sherlock had the ability to notice the little details that other people turned a blind to. for example, lil’s bookshelf was unusually clean which may suggest that she had a little soft spot for literature; the way lil complimented him was, clearly, a struggle for her.
that was how sherlock worked.
he observed and deduced things. being polite was child’s play. )
( a scoff, albeit not appropriate in the slightest. she, after all, drank quite much coffee herself. and still it was always tea she offered. perhaps because it was the first drink she had taken in when moving to london and buying the apartment. or perhaps it was due to being a smoker— those who smoked regularly often drank more coffee than tea, too. both had an excitatory effect, but— she really hadn’t read much about the topic. it bored her, quite frankly, to read about possible weaknesses of her own.
at least, however, it gave her something to work with while moving towards the kitchen and preparing the coffee. slender fingers placed the kettle onto the cooker before she returned to keep an eye on her visitor until the water boiled. )
( she sat down, crossing her legs and folding her hands together. the smile, though, wouldn’t come back soon. the act was tiring— especially because she had to make sure that the jumper’s sleeves kept her scars hidden. usually not giving a damn about what others thought, she really didn’t want him to get any idea of how much she was struggling to keep her last glimpses of sanity safe. )
"—I’d offered you a cigarette due to my assumption that you’re presumably addicted to nicotine, but.. you don’t smoke, do you? You’re teeth, they’re— quite white.”
( a pause. )
"I mean.. do not get me wrong, Holmes. I’m not good at deducing. I know you are. And as much as I know that you’re probably going to tell me some crazy bullshit about my life, I also know that I won’t get any information from you.”
When Lilith loses it, Beth can’t help but join in. She has an infectious laugh, the sort that bubbles up and consumes everyone in close proximity. She falls on her back and moves her arms and legs as if to make a snow angel, but of course there isn’t enough snow on the ice for that. “Well, I’ve decided that I like you, so maybe I’ll stay, if you’ll have me. Sure, we could get a dragon! I know a guy, he might know where to get one—we could make a pilgrimage to China and get a dragon army to take over the world!” She laughs loudly and rolls over onto her stomach, face flushed. “We could feed them people-“
She’s really bloody close to tears and she knows it. Lilith doesn’t laugh often, she doesn’t even grin often, and most of her smiles are faked or made out of mischief. But this time she’s actually laughing and it feels so utterly strange that, at some point, she even thinks that she’s suffocating. Four years have passed ever since her brother’s died. And ever since then she hasn’t laughed properly. It feels like crying, singing, jubilating. By the time Beth mentions that she knows someone who knows of proper dragons, she can’t even laugh anymore. It’s rather a hoarse snort and a breathless chortle sounding from her lips. Horribly long moments have to pass, too, until she wipes away the tears and merely lets her gaze follow the clouds in the sky. “I never thought dragons would exist, though. It was meant as a joke,” she eventually says a clears her throat. God, it feels bloody sore. “But yes; we can feed them people and especially men. And we’ll rule the world, flood the oceans with blood and fill the air with ashes. Maybe then the world might be a beautiful place to live at. And—” Lilith turns her head to face Beth. “—You’ll be the Queen and I’ll be the soldier.”
“A few years.”
“Well— but you know, a few years surely won’t be much of a hindrance, will they?”
He looked at the young girl, laughing and licking his lips. She was much too young for him. He was puzzled as to why she even came up to him… then he realized just how out of place he looked. A suit in this hellhole… why in god’s name had he come here?
This was more of a Taker job, not a job for him. He would have this crowd on its knees with one move.
He heard her.
"Sorry, you’re way too young for me.”
Fine brows rose momentarily in surprise once his words had settled and reached her mind. A blank stare followed— lips slightly parted as if in muted speech and blue eyes casting their gaze to the strangers countenance. Well— his reply definitely was unexpected. Seeing as most men wouldn’t even have dared to hesitate, but; There was always an exception. Or at least she thought it to be a mere exception. Uncommon events had never tickled her fancy and Lilith, quite frankly, did not plan on having too many of said events taking place soon.
"—‘Course I am. Yet I haven’t asked you for a permanent relationship."
Quick fingertips tapped against the counter’s surface and the brunette pursed her lips until her expression had changed into a frown entirely. It was then that she gave a sigh, looked away. For God’s sake, people indeed were such a bother sometimes. But fine; she certainly should have seen it coming. The faked smile appeared on her lips shortly after making the decision of simply enjoying the evening as much as possible. If it was possible to enjoy it at all.
"The time I need to drink some whiskey with enjoyment is limited to about half an hour— at most. So why not spend those thirty minutes with someone interesting and less dull than the others?”
Ash had been walking for a while now, not headed in any particular direction. Sometimes this lasted for hours before she even considered where she was going. On this particular walk, however, she paused. There was a gentle voice singing from not too far away that sounded beautiful. It had been so long since Ash had heard any sort of music and she felt curious enough to check it out despite her usual precautions. The singing grew clearer as she walked closer, deciding to stop a short distance away once Ash could hear the singing well enough. All she could properly see was the blurry shape of someone holding something close to them.
After a short while listening she decided to chance getting even closer, taking a few steps. She’d been so focused on the singing that she hadn’t noticed the uneven crack in the sidewalk, causing her to stumble a bit and fall forward, lending a large thump to the music as her hands caught herself in the fall.
A predator’s gaze dissolved from the smooth, yet inanimate, bundle of fur promptly and darted towards the figure. The sweet voice was smothered within a moment and crimson lips remained agape as if ready to free a surprised gasp. It did not take all too long, however, to set the cat’s corpse aside and get onto her feet. Her steps were quick, precise— albeit Lilith couldn’t have reacted differently than in sheer confusion. After all, she had expected loneliness at its best. Hence the wariness laying upon her shoulders as she approached the stranger who’d come into her peaceful silence (or at least that was how she defined her voice; covering the cruel words of the demons inside her head was always recognised as silence) like a sudden intruder would have come crashing through the cemetery gates during a funeral. Lilith found it highly inappropriate, even shockingly crude.
Kneeling down, her head tilted to the side and brunette waves swayed lightly in motion. But she didn’t offer her hand— of course she wouldn’t. The woman was not only a mere stranger, but had done what nobody had been able to do for several years— she had heard her sing and God, Lilith couldn’t stand the idea that her voice now was not solely known to her brother anymore, but to this woman, too. Nevertheless, a blatant sneer tugged on her lineaments as she mockingly demanded to know, “Are you always this clumsy, Ma’am?”
If Lilith could be any deadly sin, what would she be?
“I would’ve said lust, but — Pride.”