He didn't need to look at Edward to hear the crack, the twisting movement from the corner of his eye, the deep swallow. Didn't need body language to hear the abrupt shift in tone.
He smiled, because it took a good deal to make a man like Edward slip, and he had the final proof of what worked.
"I get visitors all the time, Edward." His eyes flickered towards the mantle piece, and there - there - flickered into life a projection. Desire, exactly how Sherlock saw It, sitting on the mantle cool and calm, cigarette between its fingers. It smiled.
Sherlock put out his own cigarette in the bowl he had been using as an ash tray. The image of Desire lingered but began to fade like smoke.
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He didn't need to look at Edward to hear the crack, the twisting movement from the corner of his eye, the deep swallow. Didn't need body language to hear the abrupt shift in tone.
He smiled, because it took a good deal to make a man like Edward slip, and he had the final proof of what worked.
"I get visitors all the time, Edward." His eyes flickered towards the mantle piece, and there - there - flickered into life a projection. Desire, exactly how Sherlock saw It, sitting on the mantle cool and calm, cigarette between its fingers. It smiled.
Sherlock put out his own cigarette in the bowl he had been using as an ash tray. The image of Desire lingered but began to fade like smoke.