KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

She sighed and squeezed his hand, her fingers tracing up and down his pant leg. "Like what?" she asked, sitting up and watching the city lights streak by like lights that became lines during a rainstorm. The way they reflected and shone off his sweated face.

"What about before me?" She asked in a whisper, playing with a spare lock of his hair as she watched his unfocused eyes refract light like prisms. "Sherlock?" she asked after he had been silent and unmoving for a few minutes. "Holmes?"

She squeezed his hand though he was flying too high to return it. "I don't like it. Why do you do it?" She whispered, snuggling up against him, as he seemed to somehow radiate warmth in the freezing night.

She leaned up and kissed his smooth cheek in a flash. "How often do you do this? How do you get it past John?" She whispered, holding his loose hand in hers.

"Okay," she smiled weakly, patting his shoulder, which caused him to wobble in an unsafe way. "Holmes, what were you doing at the train station?" She questioned in a whisper, pressing her cold head in the crook of his neck as she motioned for the cabbie to drive around.

"I will stay. " she whispered, looking back at him. Moriarty would try to kill her and she would either see the man she loved die all over again or die herself. But he was worth it. "I will" she whispered, chewing on her pale bottom lip.

"John won't. Mycroft hasn't. And I..." She trailed off and undid his scarf, hanging it back around his neck and tying it for him. He grew distant again and she sighed, leaning back and watching the rain that was drizzling in the early dusk sky

She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Sherlock. I know. You so now. But I've heard you. And what you think. And you don't want nor need a woman. You work alone. And when you come down from this god only knows how you'll feel" she sighed, her thumb stroking the coarse linen of his pants.

She didn't move a muscle, didn't dare to breathe, as the cab stopped. She swallowed and licked her lips. "No. Not like I love you. I'm not for you. Just because I was first. There's some sweeter and better woman for you Holmes" she breathed, her hand against his knee

She shrugged and shifted in discomfort. "Holmes you don't mean this. And the only reason you felt that way is you've got closer to me than any other woman. You'll come to your senses and regret doing all of this- drop me off at this corner" she motioned to the cabbie, pulling out a few pounds and handing it to the man. "That should cover his fare too. And keep the change. Drop him off at Baker Street. " she nodded, gathering her things as she cried silently.

She rolled her eyes and let go of him as she huffed, looking away and straightening in the seat. "No. The drugs love me. What is it anyway? Cocaine?" She whispered, glancing at him with a bit of a scolding look.

"No Sherlock. You don't. You like being alone. And uncomplicated. With no emotions or feelings" she assured him, patting his leg as she sighed, staring out the window as the cab sped through streets.

She smiled, her hand resting casually in a protective way on the inside of his leg. "Yes. But you don't want to get married Holmes. Especially not to me" she whispered, petting his hair for a moment before lowering her hand, wondering how much he had taken.

"Sherlock" she nearly pulled away and stared put the window of the cab, her eyes scanning for anyone. She would never have been stupid enough to do this, but the way he was pulling her and was clearly not in his right mind.... The words "high as the moon" still rang through her mind like some sort of promise as she felt him pull her body closer to his, yet she wondered where the awkward and rude genius was.

"Sherlock" she nearly pulled away and stared put the window of the cab, her eyes scanning for anyone. She would never have been stupid enough to do this, but the way he was pulling her and was clearly not in his right mind.... The words "high as the moon" still rang through her mind like some sort of promise as she felt him pull her body closer to his, yet she wondered where the awkward and rude genius was.

"Sherlock I..." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She knew full well Moriarty knew, and that it was only a matter of time until she was punished. "No. I'm staying" she whispered, her eyes sweeping the station for any of his men.

She looked at her shoes. Pretty black peep toes. Something she had thought he would disapprove of and call unreasonable. Yet she bought them. She turned her ankle slightly and bit into her lip, chewing on it before nodding. "Ya. Yes Sherlock. I'm real" she whispered before stepping back.

"No I...I'll... Catch another train," she whispered, dropping the ticket into his pocket with a small smile, though it was dripping with sadness. She squeezed his hands and watched him slowly lose focus and start to look around. "Hey" she said to bring him back momentarily. "I'm staying with you Sherlock. Please" she pleaded, her smile fading and biting into her lip again as she tried not to cry.

She hushed him desperately as they drew stares again, gripping his face in her hands firmly. "Sherlock. Don't you lie. You perfect, sociopathic genius. Look. Look it's me. Adele. " she leaned back and held his hands about waist level. "Look. See? Me. I know my clothes are different. Because I listened to what you told me" she smiled sadly. "Don't do this to yourself"

"No. No. " she shook him slightly and bit deep into her lip as she held him. "Sherlock. Please. It really is me you have to listen" she ran her hands up under his coat sleeves to feel any needle marks. "Holmes I'm not an illusion" An icy wind blew at her, and she tightened his scarf around her neck. "Sherlock, you shouldn't be out in public like this"