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

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

Her gentle hands rested against where his neck met his shoulders, the skin surprisingly warm. She took her hands and brushed off the sweat beaded on his forehead and pushed his raven curls back slightly. "Why? Why would you?" She whispered, her face pure worry as she breathed slowly.

She smiled as a tingle ran up her spine at the words "high as the moon". It killed her that her Sherlock would do this, yet she sighed. She knew from his easy going and laid back behavior. He would never call her Addie and let her hold him like she had if he was in his mind. She shushed him like a child and pulled him to her, kissing up his jaw pressingly. "Shhh. I'll give it back when you're better" she sighed against his ear hotly, letting him go yet holding onto his collar so he was still close. "Where are you going?" She asked in concern.

She frowned but smiled as she held onto his wrists, reaching a conclusion in her mind. He hadn't even noticed his scarf was missing. "Sherlock?" She kissed his cheek and leaned to his ear so no one else could hear. "Are you high?" She whispered, her bracelet brushing his hand.

She frowned slightly , seeing how distant and disconnected he seemed, wondering how recently he had last been on the drug, and how he had gotten a hold of it with Watson around. "We'll they're nice..." She trailed off when he seemed not to hear her. "Sherlock?"

"We'll then what would you prefer?" She smiled sweetly, smoothing out her skirt. She watched him in a mildly amused way. "Reading my life line? Didn't know the greatest mind was a fortune reader" she laughed.

"Oh..." She busied herself, smoothly undoing his scarf and sliding it off without him noticing. She toyed with it as she smirked placidly. "What? Is smart to lamence of a term to describe you Holmes?" She giggled.

She threw up. "Fine. Just...hung over" she groaned.

"I swear I will" she smiled and pulled the smart mans hand away, swallowing as she sighed. "Where are you going smart man?"

"I have to go. I have to be there. And I have to kill someone. " she shrugged as she looked down.

"Holmes please" his frantic manner was drawing attention, and some of them she recognized. She swallowed and pulled him around behind the ticket booth. "That night. That I told you I didn't love you. That it was all a lie. I was trying to protect you from Moriarty" she whispered

"No..." Her face crumbled, and she held onto the ends of his scarf. "No please don't say that Sherlock. I was just trying to keep you safe..."

"Sorry" Natalie whispered, her face changing before she took off and ran to the bathroom.

"I have a job Sherlock. " she whispered, looking at her diamond and gold watch. "From moriarty. If I don't do it, consequences are drastic" she whispered, picking up her suitcase.

She nodded her thanks and took the pills with a groan.

Her hands slid to hold shakily onto his wrists. "I need to go. If I'm not in Amsterdam by tomorrow I'll be dead" she whispered, licking her pale pink lips.

Natalie woke and groaned at the sharp sunlight beaming in the window. She rolled over to hide from it and groaned.

She placed her thin and freezing fingers against his neck, which was surprisingly warm due to the way he always popped up his collar. His curls brushed her face and his hot breath hit her skin as she sighed before leaning back. "Holmes. I have to-"

Natalie laid back with a groan, running her hands through her hair before passing out

She reached out and took the hem of his coat sleeve in her hand in a desperate attempt to stop him, if only for a few seconds more. "Holmes. Please" was all she whispered, swallowing as goosebumps raised on her skin.

She pushed her back with a huff. " I know already" she muttered.

((That's rough I'm sorry))