Prof. James
Moriarty
I believe I promised you a long walk,
Madame.
Mummy Holmes
I do believe you did, dear. And
if nothing else, you are a man of your word, yes? *smiles*
Prof. James Moriarty
*Slowly offers his hand to her.* No
cars or fancy journeys here. Just a long walk.
Mummy Holmes
*Takes his hand and as they start to
walk, naturally slides her arm through his, linking them at elbows* Simple can
be good
Prof. James Moriarty
It often does, with you and I. *He
leads the walk a little, quickly letting them move the same pace* How have you
been?
Mummy Holmes
*sighs* Regretting the loss of
interminable summers, which have been replaced by the harshness of winter,
dear. *smiles*
Prof. James Moriarty
And how did the Fall days not give us
any warning? Were there no discolored leaves to say it was getting old?
Mummy Holmes
Oh yes, but it's all too easy to
brush them aside in haste, for at the end we finally realise how little time we
have, dear
Prof. James Moriarty
You never did relent about my
drawings of you. *Her eyes were still bright.* I never sent my condolences for
your husband.
Mummy Holmes
*looks distant* Yes, thank you
Professor for the... sympathy. And the drawings best remain in my hands, don't
you think?
Prof. James Moriarty
Why would I ask for art when I have
with me the living hands that became art's reason?
Mummy Holmes
*smiles* I see you haven't lost your
gifts in crafting words, my dear. Indeed, you are a man of many talents as I
recall.
Prof. James Moriarty
And
you were always a patient woman. You made me feel like Alan Rickman in Truly,
Madly, Deeply with our word games.
Mummy Holmes
*smiles
in recollection* Well, patience is a necessity in a Holmes home, dear, with
those boys...
Prof. James Moriarty
*Continuing your walk, we end up near
a park bench. I offer you to sit first.*
Mummy Holmes
*lightly dusts the seat with her
hand, then sits* Thank you, dear. *gazes across park* Mmm, peaceful.
Prof. James Moriarty
*Sits down. Polite distance.* The are
many stories in this peace: novels, shorts, poetry.
Mummy Holmes
*smiles* Yes, because the peace is
only defined by the previous conflict, or that on the horizon...*looks at you
curiously*
Prof. James Moriarty
... ... ... ... How are your sons?
Mummy Holmes
*pauses* Well. Mycroft busies himself
with work, naturally. Sherlock... well, I only heard from him again the other
day.
Prof. James Moriarty
I remember Mycroft talk to you more
often when you were younger... It must have been big news for Sherlock.
Mummy Holmes
*looks distracted and a little
uncomfortable* Yes. *sardonically* Marriage.
Prof. James Moriarty
*tilts head to left, brows raise a
fraction* Irene Adler.
Mummy Holmes
*looks at you curiously* He did not
mention a name. He wants to see me. Is that the woman he is marrying? How do
you know?
Prof. James Moriarty
Lady Adler has fascinated me with her
dedication to your son despite... her tendencies. She is full of Sweet Dreams.
Mummy Holmes
*suspicious* Her tendency to do what,
dear?
Prof. James Moriarty
So your son truly has not mentioned
much else besides he /intends/ to wed? How typical of him.
Mummy Holmes
*snorts* And then only because he
intends to used my jewellery to seal the bargain *frustration in her words*
Prof. James Moriarty
I am sure that ring must have
meant something for you to react this way. It IS a ring, yes?
Mummy Holmes
*silently curses your deductive
skills* Yes, some things no matter how hard you try to get rid of them, still
return.
Prof. James Moriarty
[Fingers
tense slightly. A slight furrowing of brow. Little tells just like before.] ...
*He rests a hand over yours.*
[Give her breathing space] ... Lady
Adler is very busy with affairs of the state. Like and unlike Mycroft.
Mummy Holmes
*His words break her gaze at the cold
rings on her hands warming to his touch* Oh? Oh, she works for the Government,
then?
Prof. James Moriarty
Like Mycroft, that she has met
many powerful men and women of our glorious England...
...Unlike Mycroft, that she has
more success in convincing them of what she wants. Lady Adler knows and keeps
secrets well.
Mummy Holmes
*raises
eyebrow* Of course, Sherlock is aware of all this? He has deduced it, at least?
I mean, he doesn't have much experience of the heart - it can be easy to be
blinded by love- *cuts herself off short, realising the painful truth in her
words*
Prof. James Moriarty
Ms.
Adler has taught your son a multitude of things. Holmes learned love by himself
in some ways. They seem happy.
Mummy Holmes
*looks again at his hand on hers.
Turns hers over and gently clasps his hand, surprised at how much strength is
still there* Happiness is perhaps the most fleeting of all those pesky
emotions, my dear. *sighs and pulls her hand away*
Prof. James Moriarty
*Politely draws back his hand, but
dangles an arm on the backrest* Fleeting but persistent. A dream with one eye
open.
Mummy Holmes
*smiles and takes a deep breath*
Well, I will look forward indeed to meeting the dreaming couple *reminiscing* I
remember once when I too had dreams...
Prof. James Moriarty
For the glory of Her Royal Majesty
and the Commonwealth, my Vixen? I certainly hope not... for this time.
Mummy Holmes
*clears throat* As delightful as
reminiscing has been, dear, you must have had a purpose to see me again? *looks
at you*
Prof. James Moriarty
Yes, my Vixen, I have come with a
message: the Game is almost over, and my eyes are set upon your youngest...
The days of our passion have waned to
slow burning coals, and each page in my old journals have faded... But I am still
in gleeful thought of you and the fires we could have spread across all of the
world.
*Touches
your chin, lifts it* Also, my dearest... take courage for your son, Sherlock.
He will either rise or fall soon.
And
I am afraid not even you can stop him from this decision.
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RP 11, 12, & 15 July, 2012.
Between @ThatWhichRemains and @Its_MummyHolmes
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