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]

[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?

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock dropped Moriarty’s wrist.]

I’ll leave you to your deductions.

[He turned away to leave.]

[ihaveanappforthat]

Told you you'd run away~

[His next words were low enough that Sherlock had to listen to hear them but definitely meant for him to hear.]

I'll burn it.

[3potionproblem]

[Sherlock scoffed softly, a mirthless chuckle on his lips.]

Good luck with that.