[His movement stops. That statement alone worms into his mind, invading the bit of uneasiness in his memory. Yes, he did admit wanting to return to that time, the grand premiere of The Fall of Sherlock Holmes. He remembers the slight breeze, but also the echoing laughter of a dying man. It chilled him to the core and choked every bit of composure he had. He needed to turn and ask "what did I miss?!"
But nothing, absolutely nothing. He's here with that mystery, something Jim Moriarty doesn't quite understand. Sherlock is another who laughed in his face and got away. The feeling swelled in his stomach, but he couldn't quite identify it. Was that fear? The fear that he was out smarted? Defeated? Ordinary?
If it weren't for that thought, he would take into account this distance Crane seems so comfortable with. But he doesn't move, narrowing his vision.]
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Date: 2012-04-27 06:45 am (UTC)But nothing, absolutely nothing. He's here with that mystery, something Jim Moriarty doesn't quite understand. Sherlock is another who laughed in his face and got away. The feeling swelled in his stomach, but he couldn't quite identify it. Was that fear? The fear that he was out smarted? Defeated? Ordinary?
If it weren't for that thought, he would take into account this distance Crane seems so comfortable with. But he doesn't move, narrowing his vision.]
Never been, never will.