Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP discussion

Adele stood on the platform, her houndstooth coat flapping about in the wind. She were sky high heels and a proper black skirt with a flowing and formal cream blouse. She held a train ticket in her manicured hand to holland. She had a worried expression on her face as she glanced at her watch.

She gasped as he ticket blew away in the wind and her phone skidded across the platform. She pushed her curls away and sucked in a breath, moaning slightly in pain. "Umm... Excuse me" she said, a bit annoyed.

In her panicked state she didn't even notice it was him, though the familiar smell she couldn't quite place made her spine tingle. She was, however, too distracted that her train had just pulled in and her ticket was lost in the wind. She brushed her full and prim black skirt with all it's petticoats off as she bit her lip and muttered about her boarding ticket.

She immediately reached out to take it, yet as soon as her perfectly manicured fingers touched the ticket she froze. She knew those long and spindly fingers and those perfect cheekbones. She licked her lips, which suddenly felt very dry as his reflection danced in her eyes.

All the memories pressed themselves upon her, the long strains of violin music like a song, each stanza punctuated by the way he had held her, or the way he would cock his head to the side or some other perfection about him. She swallowed and found herself unable to tear her eyes from his face.

She reached out and took the hem of his coat sleeve in her hand in a desperate attempt to stop him, if only for a few seconds more. "Holmes. Please" was all she whispered, swallowing as goosebumps raised on her skin.

She placed her thin and freezing fingers against his neck, which was surprisingly warm due to the way he always popped up his collar. His curls brushed her face and his hot breath hit her skin as she sighed before leaning back. "Holmes. I have to-"

Her hands slid to hold shakily onto his wrists. "I need to go. If I'm not in Amsterdam by tomorrow I'll be dead" she whispered, licking her pale pink lips.

"I have a job Sherlock. " she whispered, looking at her diamond and gold watch. "From moriarty. If I don't do it, consequences are drastic" she whispered, picking up her suitcase.

"No..." Her face crumbled, and she held onto the ends of his scarf. "No please don't say that Sherlock. I was just trying to keep you safe..."

"Holmes please" his frantic manner was drawing attention, and some of them she recognized. She swallowed and pulled him around behind the ticket booth. "That night. That I told you I didn't love you. That it was all a lie. I was trying to protect you from Moriarty" she whispered

"I have to go. I have to be there. And I have to kill someone. " she shrugged as she looked down.

"I swear I will" she smiled and pulled the smart mans hand away, swallowing as she sighed. "Where are you going smart man?"

"Oh..." She busied herself, smoothly undoing his scarf and sliding it off without him noticing. She toyed with it as she smirked placidly. "What? Is smart to lamence of a term to describe you Holmes?" She giggled.

"We'll then what would you prefer?" She smiled sweetly, smoothing out her skirt. She watched him in a mildly amused way. "Reading my life line? Didn't know the greatest mind was a fortune reader" she laughed.

She frowned slightly , seeing how distant and disconnected he seemed, wondering how recently he had last been on the drug, and how he had gotten a hold of it with Watson around. "We'll they're nice..." She trailed off when he seemed not to hear her. "Sherlock?"

She frowned but smiled as she held onto his wrists, reaching a conclusion in her mind. He hadn't even noticed his scarf was missing. "Sherlock?" She kissed his cheek and leaned to his ear so no one else could hear. "Are you high?" She whispered, her bracelet brushing his hand.

She smiled as a tingle ran up her spine at the words "high as the moon". It killed her that her Sherlock would do this, yet she sighed. She knew from his easy going and laid back behavior. He would never call her Addie and let her hold him like she had if he was in his mind. She shushed him like a child and pulled him to her, kissing up his jaw pressingly. "Shhh. I'll give it back when you're better" she sighed against his ear hotly, letting him go yet holding onto his collar so he was still close. "Where are you going?" She asked in concern.

Her gentle hands rested against where his neck met his shoulders, the skin surprisingly warm. She took her hands and brushed off the sweat beaded on his forehead and pushed his raven curls back slightly. "Why? Why would you?" She whispered, her face pure worry as she breathed slowly.

"No. No. " she shook him slightly and bit deep into her lip as she held him. "Sherlock. Please. It really is me you have to listen" she ran her hands up under his coat sleeves to feel any needle marks. "Holmes I'm not an illusion" An icy wind blew at her, and she tightened his scarf around her neck. "Sherlock, you shouldn't be out in public like this"

She hushed him desperately as they drew stares again, gripping his face in her hands firmly. "Sherlock. Don't you lie. You perfect, sociopathic genius. Look. Look it's me. Adele. " she leaned back and held his hands about waist level. "Look. See? Me. I know my clothes are different. Because I listened to what you told me" she smiled sadly. "Don't do this to yourself"

"No I...I'll... Catch another train," she whispered, dropping the ticket into his pocket with a small smile, though it was dripping with sadness. She squeezed his hands and watched him slowly lose focus and start to look around. "Hey" she said to bring him back momentarily. "I'm staying with you Sherlock. Please" she pleaded, her smile fading and biting into her lip again as she tried not to cry.

She looked at her shoes. Pretty black peep toes. Something she had thought he would disapprove of and call unreasonable. Yet she bought them. She turned her ankle slightly and bit into her lip, chewing on it before nodding. "Ya. Yes Sherlock. I'm real" she whispered before stepping back.

"Sherlock I..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She knew full well Moriarty knew, and that it was only a matter of time until she was punished. "No. I'm staying" she whispered, her eyes sweeping the station for any of his men.

"Sherlock" she nearly pulled away and stared put the window of the cab, her eyes scanning for anyone. She would never have been stupid enough to do this, but the way he was pulling her and was clearly not in his right mind.... The words "high as the moon" still rang through her mind like some sort of promise as she felt him pull her body closer to his, yet she wondered where the awkward and rude genius was.

"Sherlock" she nearly pulled away and stared put the window of the cab, her eyes scanning for anyone. She would never have been stupid enough to do this, but the way he was pulling her and was clearly not in his right mind.... The words "high as the moon" still rang through her mind like some sort of promise as she felt him pull her body closer to his, yet she wondered where the awkward and rude genius was.

She smiled, her hand resting casually in a protective way on the inside of his leg. "Yes. But you don't want to get married Holmes. Especially not to me" she whispered, petting his hair for a moment before lowering her hand, wondering how much he had taken.

"No Sherlock. You don't. You like being alone. And uncomplicated. With no emotions or feelings" she assured him, patting his leg as she sighed, staring out the window as the cab sped through streets.

She rolled her eyes and let go of him as she huffed, looking away and straightening in the seat. "No. The drugs love me. What is it anyway? Cocaine?" She whispered, glancing at him with a bit of a scolding look.

She shrugged and shifted in discomfort. "Holmes you don't mean this. And the only reason you felt that way is you've got closer to me than any other woman. You'll come to your senses and regret doing all of this- drop me off at this corner" she motioned to the cabbie, pulling out a few pounds and handing it to the man. "That should cover his fare too. And keep the change. Drop him off at Baker Street. " she nodded, gathering her things as she cried silently.

She didn't move a muscle, didn't dare to breathe, as the cab stopped. She swallowed and licked her lips. "No. Not like I love you. I'm not for you. Just because I was first. There's some sweeter and better woman for you Holmes" she breathed, her hand against his knee

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Sherlock. I know. You so now. But I've heard you. And what you think. And you don't want nor need a woman. You work alone. And when you come down from this god only knows how you'll feel" she sighed, her thumb stroking the coarse linen of his pants.

"John won't. Mycroft hasn't. And I..." She trailed off and undid his scarf, hanging it back around his neck and tying it for him. He grew distant again and she sighed, leaning back and watching the rain that was drizzling in the early dusk sky

"I will stay. " she whispered, looking back at him. Moriarty would try to kill her and she would either see the man she loved die all over again or die herself. But he was worth it. "I will" she whispered, chewing on her pale bottom lip.

"Okay," she smiled weakly, patting his shoulder, which caused him to wobble in an unsafe way. "Holmes, what were you doing at the train station?" She questioned in a whisper, pressing her cold head in the crook of his neck as she motioned for the cabbie to drive around.

She leaned up and kissed his smooth cheek in a flash. "How often do you do this? How do you get it past John?" She whispered, holding his loose hand in hers.

She squeezed his hand though he was flying too high to return it. "I don't like it. Why do you do it?" She whispered, snuggling up against him, as he seemed to somehow radiate warmth in the freezing night.

"What about before me?" She asked in a whisper, playing with a spare lock of his hair as she watched his unfocused eyes refract light like prisms. "Sherlock?" she asked after he had been silent and unmoving for a few minutes. "Holmes?"

She sighed and squeezed his hand, her fingers tracing up and down his pant leg. "Like what?" she asked, sitting up and watching the city lights streak by like lights that became lines during a rainstorm. The way they reflected and shone off his sweated face.

"Well..." she was cut off by the yelling of the cabbie. "Alright! Baka' Stree'! 'Ere we are!"
She sighed and picked up her hardshell suitcase, stepping out of the car and pulling him out after her.

"Yes?" she whispered,stopping in her tracks as she realized what was happening, fear striking her as she turned to face him and swallowed, letting go of his hand. Suddenly nothing mattered. The drizzle and cold were warm and dry- the lights did not glare. But he mattered, and she could not bare to hear him say what was coming next.

When the first two words left his mouth she went weak in the knees, her mouth falling open. Then she frowned at the last words, confusion upon her face. "Wh..what?" she asked, suddenly uncomfortable and self consious around him

When he kissed her she pressed her free hand against his chest. A small smirk tugged up one corner of her full lips. "Alright..." she beat her hand against his chest and stomped her foot. "You don't have to be such an asshole all the time Holmes!" she screamed at him, turning and hailing a cab in the rain, the lacy back of her dress making her cold

"Oh. How very intelligent of you, brainless," she screamed, though when she got into the taxi she buried her head in her hands and smiled, nearly crying in joy.

((Time skip?? Btw I LOVE how well you play his personality when he's high. IT's spot on to me lol))

((lol very nice! Godd role model pahahahaha. So time skip?))

((OH YES!!!!!))
Adele stepped off the train in the sunny and chilly morning. She was wearing a navy pencil skirt that hugged her curves and a cream pin stripe blouse. Something that had pleased her sense of sex appeal yet something she thought Sherlock would still approve of. She had left her coat there, and stepped off the train with a shiver as she walked towards the street, lugging her suitcase.

Her face fell a tad as she looked down to her navy simple heels. "I knew you wouldn't like it, I..." she bit her lip and blushed as she looked back up to his calculating and observant eyes, her gaze submissive and quavering in an almost fearful way.

"Sorry" she whispered, carrying the hard shell vintage suitcase alongside her. Goosebumps stood out on her arms as she walked gracefully alongside the tall and thin man. "And you didn't say it was bad, but you thought it" she commented.

"Yeah yeah..." she shivered slightly a leaned away from him in frustration. "And what would you rather I wear? Men's clothes?" she smiled but her tone was acidic.