[ There's nothing amiable in her presentation even as he almost seems to relate, and she doesn't look appreciative when he mentions their small talk (but she is). I saw how you worked, too, once upon a time. It's fortunate she's already able to lean against the counter, since she doesn't have a chair of her own to sit on. Not without going near Will, and there's nothing bringing her near him just yet. Just because he isn't tearing at her throat doesn't mean there isn't still a stag in the room that might need poaching.
Did this motherfucker just apologize for keeping something from her? You piece of
The image of Freddie serves no purpose save for offering up a tainted nostalgia to him, and so the shadows flicker to life again, the wisps of smoke settling across her and obscuring like a gaussian blur before Mary Watson once again comes into focus, ridiculous apron and all. And all, she is still poised as if readied to finish the job Hannibal Lecter started if Will says just the wrong thing. Instead what does he say, and without insincerity by her lie detecting skills? ]
Seriously? That's what you say to me? You're apologizing.
[ The incredulous disbelief almost shakes the deadpan application that ought to be her default when presented with a man who just admitted to understanding at least one very dangerous thing she's not only capable of, but done in a professional capacity. All of a sudden she's in a room just like the one Sherlock Holmes revealed to her in his mind palace, and she's presented with another choice. Is she going to make the same mistake, when she's already reasoned why that would be a fool's errand?
Her expression doesn't change, sharp and distant, but slowly she moves from the counter and drawer. Not that she couldn't turn most things to weapons, but why? History (and future) had done nothing but burn the soles of her feet, why should she repeat it? So far, so far, living in the moment whilst here had only elevated her. She wants nothing to knock her down, least of all her own weak fear. John would make such a face (he will anyway). ]
Have you told anyone? April? Frederick?
[ Is it a threat, or just a question? It's presented with an amazing neutrality, but she has to ask and there's a very specific desperation behind it, even as she moves away from the most obvious weaponry. This is dangerous, this is very dangerous, because at any moment she can change her mind, and so can he. ]
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Did this motherfucker just apologize for keeping something from her? You piece ofThe image of Freddie serves no purpose save for offering up a tainted nostalgia to him, and so the shadows flicker to life again, the wisps of smoke settling across her and obscuring like a gaussian blur before Mary Watson once again comes into focus, ridiculous apron and all. And all, she is still poised as if readied to finish the job Hannibal Lecter started if Will says just the wrong thing. Instead what does he say, and without insincerity by her lie detecting skills? ]
Seriously? That's what you say to me? You're apologizing.
[ The incredulous disbelief almost shakes the deadpan application that ought to be her default when presented with a man who just admitted to understanding at least one very dangerous thing she's not only capable of, but done in a professional capacity. All of a sudden she's in a room just like the one Sherlock Holmes revealed to her in his mind palace, and she's presented with another choice. Is she going to make the same mistake, when she's already reasoned why that would be a fool's errand?
Her expression doesn't change, sharp and distant, but slowly she moves from the counter and drawer. Not that she couldn't turn most things to weapons, but why? History (and future) had done nothing but burn the soles of her feet, why should she repeat it? So far, so far, living in the moment whilst here had only elevated her. She wants nothing to knock her down, least of all her own weak fear. John would make such a face (he will anyway). ]
Have you told anyone? April? Frederick?
[ Is it a threat, or just a question? It's presented with an amazing neutrality, but she has to ask and there's a very specific desperation behind it, even as she moves away from the most obvious weaponry. This is dangerous, this is very dangerous, because at any moment she can change her mind, and so can he. ]