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Sep. 10th, 2021 10:23 pmWhatever it is, it will be better with a glass of wine, right?
[She holds open the door for him to come into her place. He's been a few times now so he ought to know the way to her kitchen. Irene will close and lock the door before following behind.]
Still a bit sad about the cult thing.
[She's not. She had been joking initially anyway.]
[She holds open the door for him to come into her place. He's been a few times now so he ought to know the way to her kitchen. Irene will close and lock the door before following behind.]
Still a bit sad about the cult thing.
[She's not. She had been joking initially anyway.]
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Jan. 26th, 2021 12:49 am"A drink would be lovely, thank you." She's giving him an approving once over.
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Mar. 11th, 2018 01:56 amAfter being rescued by Sherlock, Irene had spent over a year abroad. She had mostly traveled through Europe, using different names but with the same trade, she was the very best at misbehaving. As much as she loved Rome and Paris; London was her home and she had the intention to return.
There was one pressing issue, the elder Holmes could put a damper on her plans, so she had an assistant arrange a meeting; even Mycroft was likely unaware that she had survived. She hoped for the element of surprise when she walked into his office in her usual finery; hair swept up and off of her delicate neck, a designer black dress that was tailored to perfectly hug her curves, and black heels with blood red soles.
"Mr. Holmes."
There was one pressing issue, the elder Holmes could put a damper on her plans, so she had an assistant arrange a meeting; even Mycroft was likely unaware that she had survived. She hoped for the element of surprise when she walked into his office in her usual finery; hair swept up and off of her delicate neck, a designer black dress that was tailored to perfectly hug her curves, and black heels with blood red soles.
"Mr. Holmes."
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Apr. 30th, 2016 07:51 pmIrene had not actually expected Doctor Watson to take her up on her offer. But it truly is just sex; for the two people in love with perhaps the most complicated man in all of London. Irene might be brilliant but she owns up to her body's basic needs.
She doesn't spend too long choosing a bit of lingerie for this particular meeting, black lace, something fairly standard. She wraps herself in a silk robe and has a glass of wine while she waits.
When the doorbell finally does ring, she takes a leisurely stride to go open the door, she wouldn't want to seem too eager.
She doesn't spend too long choosing a bit of lingerie for this particular meeting, black lace, something fairly standard. She wraps herself in a silk robe and has a glass of wine while she waits.
When the doorbell finally does ring, she takes a leisurely stride to go open the door, she wouldn't want to seem too eager.
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Nov. 28th, 2015 10:18 pmIrene had returned to London not long after Sherlock had jumped to his death. And while she didn't go to the funeral, or the grave, she sent a rose to his headstone, every single day for two long years. Just a lone rose with no note.
Of course she had known what she felt for him, even if she denied it most vehemently to herself. She had truly let her heart rule her head. It was easy to throw herself back into work, a new name. A lot of bribes to get her old home back. With Sherlock went Moriarty and most of the threat to her safety.
It wasn't until she saw word that Sherlock had returned that every single emotion came flooding back at once. He wasn't actually dead. It took her a few long days to get up the courage to go visit him. She needed to see him, to see the actual proof that he wasn't dead. And she had been casually watching John, she knew he didn't live at Baker Street anymore, she was safe to stop by.
Which is what she decided to do. Even as her hand shakes before knocking on the door to his apartment.
Of course she had known what she felt for him, even if she denied it most vehemently to herself. She had truly let her heart rule her head. It was easy to throw herself back into work, a new name. A lot of bribes to get her old home back. With Sherlock went Moriarty and most of the threat to her safety.
It wasn't until she saw word that Sherlock had returned that every single emotion came flooding back at once. He wasn't actually dead. It took her a few long days to get up the courage to go visit him. She needed to see him, to see the actual proof that he wasn't dead. And she had been casually watching John, she knew he didn't live at Baker Street anymore, she was safe to stop by.
Which is what she decided to do. Even as her hand shakes before knocking on the door to his apartment.
