◣ BA Menswear Fashion Design
◣ MA Menswear Fashion Design
◣ MA Womenswear Fashion Design
◣ 14 years Modeling Experience
Crossover & AU; Semi-OC Friendly
"Yes I must. Trust me, I don’t like it any more than you do." He shook his head. "I love you. Don’t fuck this up for me." With that, he reluctantly went out the door.
All he really wanted was to curl up in bed with his man, in their flat. But they were here and he was going to make it work. For Jim, for them, for their life and their survival. The cash wasn’t half bad either.
Sherlock waited for a moment, letting the silence hang inthe air before he sighed and acquiesced. “I love you too. Just go, and try not to hate it too much,” he added.
He was no stranger to large houses, but when he was alone here, the place felt overwhelmingly massive. But then again, maybe that was just because he knew he would be the one who had to clean it all. He was still a bit bitter about that one.
“Why don’t I believe you? You’re not
that good a liar, you know?”
—“I’m sorry, did I ask if you
believed me? Because I
don’t recall doing so. I’d
hate to give you the false
impression that I care what
“We both know that’s true. Why
not just admit it, Sherly?”
—“Admit what, that the very sight
of you makes me physically ill?
I do have better things to be doing
right now, you know.”
”Annoy? Please. I’ve most likely
made your life worth living. No need
to thank me for that. Feeling is mutual.”
—“Don’t flatter yourself, love.
I have plenty to make my life
worth living without having to
depend on you being around.”