I stared down the barrel of the gun my eyes not showing any emotion. "Go ahead Sherlock, pull the trigger" I snapped and he turned to moriarty. Moriarty tightened his grip on my arms. "SHERLOCK SHOOT THE GUN" I screamed ((OPEN RP?? NEED A SHERLOCK AND MORIARTY))
Sherlock, your Benedict is showing. << LITERALLY THOUGHT THE SAME THING.
Sherlock- his face was a facade, but his eyes screamed how helpless he was. If only for brief moment, Sherlock realized that he had been outsmarted. Shock, anger, and a helplessness passed over his eyes as he fought for the composure that he knew so intimately. -E9 His Last Vow
Rivaille et la fée d'Été
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