Ah Ha Ha Ha Stayin Alive

[ihaveanappforthat]

Has anyone read the Grimm Fairytales? I've always been quite fond of them; as a kid I found the story of the Strange Violinist rather interesting.

It makes me want to learn how to play. Perhaps I'll teach myself.

Anyone know how to play?

  
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Jryy abj, V trg ybj naq V trg uvtu, naq vs V pna'g trg rvgure, V ernyyl gel.

Pner gb trg grn yngre? 

 

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[ihaveanappforthat]

Wolf! Wolf!

Not the lie I was talking about, Sherlock.

"Pray do come and help me; the wolf is killing the sheep"; but no one paid any heed to his cries, nor rendered any assistance.

[Another sip of his tea and then he set it down. Quickly he moved to stand up and slam his hands down on the table, causing a loud bang and for most of the things on the table to clatter. Eyes searching for something in Sherlock's own the whole time. He was a shark, and Sherlock? His prey. Just as if it had never happened before he resigned back to his seat to sip on his tea.]

There is no believing a liar, even when he speaks the truth.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock jumped. He hated this; he hated the unpredictability and the way Jim could turn the table so quickly by seemingly acting out in random bursts of gibberish which were the same as a sermon to the believer. Jim never wasted his words and somewhere there was everything in gold-lined clarity. But Sherlock had no time for fairy tales.]

What is it you want from me, then?

[ihaveanappforthat]

I'll SHOOT YOU DOWN, Sherlock.

Don't mess with me.

[He took a deep breath as if he were going to shout again, but let it out and fluttered his eye-lashes at him, looking almost innocent.]

I don't want either of us to be in misery. I won't keep running to protect your sheep if we are. As long as we aren't, I will.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock stared at him, completely uncertain.]

...I don't like riddles, Jim.

[ihaveanappforthat]

Learn to. Because I don't like being lied to, Sherlock.

[His gaze stayed on Sherlock, a coldness behind it that wasn't normally aimed at Sherlock.]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock kept his eyes locked on him for a moment longer before looking away and sipping at his tea.]

I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't lied. Of the two of us, I'm the most honest and of that you cannot deny. I've watched you play.

[ihaveanappforthat]

When have I lied to you? I'm so SCARED Sherlock, did you catch me in a lie?

[His face contorted into shock and fear.]

Please soothe my fears because we both know I haven't. Not to you.

You know how frightened I get sometimes!

[3potionproblem]

Not to me, perhaps, but all this talk in riddles and fairy tales is hardly a straight answer.

[ihaveanappforthat]

It's not a lie. I give you your answers sooner or later. I just make you work for them.

I'm the more innocent one here, surprisingly. I'm not sure how you managed that one. Bravo.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock shrugged his brows.]

We're not friends anymore, are we?

[ihaveanappforthat]

I think you decided that years ago without giving me any say on the matter.

Can a sociopath have friends?

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock shrugged, finishing his tea.]

Then I suppose one cannot lose what never was.

[ihaveanappforthat]

One can if they're a fraud.

[He stands up and leans over the table to Sherlock.]

I scare you.

[3potionproblem]

[Now Sherlock gets it. And the slight widening of his eyes is all the confirmation Jim will ever need.]

I can't read you.

[He admits. There is no imagined reason to fear the rather crazy man. Just the simple fact that he exists far beyond Sherlock's ability to deduce.]

[ihaveanappforthat]

[A look of utter disgust attaches itself to his face. His voice was quiet, at least he was giving him the dignity to keep any curious listeners out of their business.]

You got upset that I dated Molly. I watched, it wasn't just jealousy. It was a mixture of very extreme things. That's why I dated her longer. Your reaction was strange. I couldn't figure it out. It was amusing even.

It was never naivete that you didn't push back as hard, it was a lie. You're just like everyone else. Except you make the sociopaths look innocent.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock stood quietly, sorting his robes out as he stepped away from the table.]

It was years ago, Jim. It doesn't matter.

[ihaveanappforthat]

Wolf! WOLF!

[He stood up straight and watched Sherlock with dark amusement.]

Prove it, or run away like you plan on doing.

[3potionproblem]

Prove what? That it doesn't matter?

[ihaveanappforthat]

Yes.

[A simple answer for a simple question.]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock wasn't sure how exactly he was meant to do that so he walked up close to him, in that unmade personal bubble, and looked down at him, meeting his stare completely.]

[ihaveanappforthat]

Are you trying to intimidate me?

[He didn't back down, instead he leaned even closer, already enjoying this game of chicken.]

Oooh, you don't disappoint me in keeping things interesting.

[He liked it, this game, it was already fun.]

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock sighed through his nose.]

You can do whatever you like, Jim, and it won’t make any difference to me. Any “extreme” reactions I may have exhibited in the past have been dealt with.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[Moriarty kept the locked stare, his grin fading into something more serious.]

Does it hurt? Did it hurt?

Having a heart, is it bothersome?

[He brought a hand up to rest against where Sherlock's heart would be if it weren't hidden behind layers of clothes.]

It's such a pity.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock stood straighter still, reaching up to grab Moriarty’s wrist and take his hand off him.]

I don’t have a heart.

[ihaveanappforthat]

Oh, you do Sherlock.

See, if you didn't have a heart, you'd be like me.

You're a fake. You're just like me, but you're not. Bless you. You want to be though.

Bless, Sherlock! I'm flattered, really.

Does it HURT?