Sherlock and Moriarty nonsense

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[The silence speak volumes - it is louder than anything Holmes could have attempted to say.

That urge - the desire rising in him, to keep pushing, to destroy - it hisses in his ears, whispering smooth, practiced notes...

Unconsciously, he clutches the spot over his heart.

No.

No more.

To do any more would be to destroy everything he hoped to accomplish -

(ah, but how beautiful it would be to see that moment when everything changed without any chance of recovery, no way to go back...)

- and he refused to give into that desire.

And so -

Marisbury turned his back on the silent detective, willing the burning in his chest to subside.]

...I believe I've kept you for long enough.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He was so good at keeping time, he could measure how fast a train was traveling - drumming his fingers in a rhythm as he watches the telegraph posts fly by - using those two data points to measure the speed. He could time himself perfectly to end an experiment right before he needs to leave without looking at a clock once should he care to.

Yet - he couldn't make sense how long this stretch of silence had gone on. The hollow ache in his chest throbbed with his heartbeat, for a moment aware of something missing.

Then once again, his green eyes dulled as dangerous information was dissected and pulled from his conscious memory, buried in that hollowness, to protect, to ward.]

Yes, I have other matters to attend to.

[His voice was terse, irritated as if he just had an unpleasant argument, before he dematerializes]