The king

skullandridingcrop: “I needed you to believe that I was. I did it for you, and John and Mrs....

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 15:28:28 -0400

“I needed you to believe that I was. I did it for you, and John and Mrs. Hudson.” Sherlock sighed. He really didn’t want to explain this all again, but knew he would probably have to. “I’m obviously not dead.”

“I…” Greg knew Sherlock was an impatient man. Greg just knew him well enough to know the difference between him being extremely impatient or slightly. The sigh and the short reply was enough to tell Greg that. Greg didn’t care. He wanted to know why the hell he was there, how the hell it was possible to live from that fall. “No. I know. Why, Sherlock? What the hell did you do?”

cheekbonesandwittyremarks: Sherlock clasped his mouth shut and stood completely still as he watched...

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 15:22:55 -0400

cheekbonesandwittyremarks:

Sherlock clasped his mouth shut and stood completely still as he watched the Inspector closing the distance between them and for a moment he mused the possibility of having to leave the encounter with a broken nose, but soon he found firm arms wrapped around his slim figure and that made him wide his eyes a bit in both surprise and hesitance. Yes, the detective wasn’t very prone to practice human contact, but he understood the necessity of it to some, therefore he calmly forced himself to pat Lestrade’s shoulder in somehow of a comfort manner - or at least as much comfort he could provide - before the man finally stepped away.

He then offered the older man a smile and shrugged a bit. “It’s alright”, he murmured as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his heavy coat and adjusted his shoulders, straightening them up. ”I trust you’re aware of the circumstances that forced me upon such -“, he paused a bit as he searched the proper word. “To perform such dramatics”, he decided with a slight tip of his head to the side.

“I do.. I understand now. I just..” Greg paused for a moment, searching for his words. “I wish things had gone differently, Sherlock. I wish we somehow knew or… or it never happened in the first place.” He shook his head. Sherlock didn’t want ‘if’s ‘and’s or ‘but’s.

Brother's Keeper

Tue, 09 Oct 2012 15:18:00 -0400

The return of his brother was not heralded by fanfare, not introduced through the usual dramatics that Sherlock was so often prone to. Not even shreds of whispers were paved before him; discretion, was for once, exercised by both of the Holmes brothers, something he knew must have been so painfully out of character for the other. But it was a necessity, and as soon as CCTV cameras had alerted him to the very first footprint his brother had tread upon London soil, Mycroft had immediately taken precautionary measures to ensure the other’s silence: he’d called.

Needless to say, it was a very trying conversation that was decorated with the usual snide comments and sneering banter, courtesy of a somewhat harangued Sherlock, though in the end, even he had grudgingly relinquished hold of his innate stubbornness.

Now the politician found himself smoothing along Baker Street in his usual all-black limousine, eyes distracted from the commonplace sights zooming past the window. His scrutiny was currently directed at his mobile, as he scanned a mass block of information Anthea had sent him. They were details of a minor terrorist crisis down south, and while the group had been secretive enough in their operations, they were not nearly covert enough. He skimmed past the letters apathetically, and with nothing more than a passing blink, stowed it all away in the corner of his mind. For now, as the car slowed to a halt in front of the weathered flat, he had to shift his attention back to the task at hand. He’d need it.

After all, confrontation with his brother never had yielded the most civil of results, and he saw no foreseeable reason for that to change even after three arduous years.

Greg wasn’t having a terribly great time after finding Sherlock had died. He didn’t take seeing the body of his friend— The man who had grown to him like a son— very well. He sat in his office, doing the work he had to, a slightly depressed air hanging about him. His cases were slowed. His alcoholism increased. It wasn’t due to the lack of the consulting detective’s assistance, it was due to Greg’s state of mind. As Greg got older, he was starting to doubt his own detective skills, watching the young man seek evidence like it were a children’s iSpy book. Still, regardless of the constant bickering and the insults on his intelligence, Greg missed Sherlock terribly.

One day, Greg received a call on his mobile. He languidly slid the device from his pocket, scanning the screen with tired eyes. Unknown number. He answered anyway. What he didn’t expect was the familiar voice ringing in his ears, his mouth hanging open, trying to talk. Before he knew it, Sherlock’s voice had given him instructions to be at his flat, and that he would explain everything. Come ASAP. Greg wasted no time.

He was there now, sitting on a couch at the flat, listening to Sherlock rant and give his whole speech about how he did it, why he did it. Greg was just staring, mixed with bewilderment, anger, delight at seeing the man alive. He wanted badly to scold Sherlock and hug the man at the same time, warning him to never do it again and making sure of it.

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Tue, 09 Oct 2012 00:24:14 -0400

OOC: I'd like to apologize to my new followers

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 20:54:54 -0400

This account has been really inactive and I like.. Just started it.

I’ve been spending my time trying my hand at RPing Greg on Omegle. I’m going to try to be more active on here soon. Promise. Sorry guys<3

skullandridingcrop: “Hello, Lestrade” Greg stared at the other man. There was quite the long...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 13:19:17 -0400

skullandridingcrop:

“Hello, Lestrade”

Greg stared at the other man. There was quite the long pause before he decided to speak. The last he’d seen of Sherlock, the man was dead on the sidewalk. “Sherlock?” He asked quietly. “You’re dead.”

domesticroft: digregorylestrade started following you “Detective Inspector Lestrade,” Mycroft...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 13:13:48 -0400

domesticroft:

digregorylestrade started following you

“Detective Inspector Lestrade,” Mycroft turns, giving a thin, insincere smile. “How may I be of service to you?”

“Thought I’d inform you that your brother is practically stealing all of my cases. I only need help on occasion. It’s getting a tad out of hand,” he responds, glancing at the man’s smile with a slight frown. Same as Sherlock. Of course.

itsshortforharriet started following you skullandridingcrop started following...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 10:51:32 -0400

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“My goodness, where are you all coming from? Well, hello.”

notanothertimelady: “Well then, it’s nice to meet’cha, Greg Lestrade.” She grinned. “Call me...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 02:25:22 -0400

notanothertimelady:

“Well then, it’s nice to meet’cha, Greg Lestrade.” She grinned. “Call me Giselle, or the Agent if you like. Are those two names simple enough for you, or would you like me to continue?”

He blinked at the silly, slightly strange, woman. “Um— Well, whatever you prefer. If you like Giselle best, then that’s fine. What are you an agent of, exactly?”

and-dont-be-boring: “I am glad the increase in people’s interest in you is pleasing, really,...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 02:02:43 -0400

and-dont-be-boring:

“I am glad the increase in people’s interest in you is pleasing, really, Lestrade, but I am more interested in this most recent case of yours.”

“Of course,” he sighed at the other female’s words. “I’ve got none,” he lied in an attempt to save the cases he had now. He wanted to prove he was a decent enough Detective, keeping a few he knew he could solve.

cheekbonesandwittyremarks: Sherlock nodded once after the inspector demanded him to explain and he...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 00:33:57 -0400

cheekbonesandwittyremarks:

Sherlock nodded once after the inspector demanded him to explain and he shifted his weight from one foot to another as he mentally repeated the speech he had rehearsed to when he came back. He would have started talking, had something not caught his attention instead and made him invade the Inspector’s personal space to take a better look at him. “You’re still doubtful”, he mused to himself and then sighed heavily, reaching out to place both hands on the older man’s shoulder. “It was all a trick, Lestrade. You lot had to believe me dead or else you all would have been shot.”

He listened to the whole speech, every bit of it, committing to mind every detail. It was insane. Greg had almost forgotten about how Sherlock had a tendency to invade a person’s personal space in order to read them best, moving away for a moment before he stood still again. The hand’s on his shoulders made him jump slightly, a bit…. sensitive about his shoulders. Lestrade just sighed, having already found out the last sentence on his own after the Yard’s deep investigation of the entire situation. Greg, quiet for a moment after Sherlock was finished, leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the younger man, pulling him into a hug. Greg knew Sherlock never really showed any friendly forms of affection to Greg, regardless of how long they had known each other, but Greg was incredibly relieved to see the man. Sherlock had almost grown on him like a son, and seeing him dead on the ground like he did…

He forced the dark thoughts away from his mind, releasing Sherlock from his grip. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m glad you’re alive, Sherlock. I’m really glad.”

OOC: Sorry guys

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 00:15:11 -0400

I like just started this account (not just started RPing, though) and I got distracted on Omegle RPs. I know I owe a lot of starters, so I’ll get around to them. Promise<3. I changed up Greg’s profile a little bit and probably will within the first 2 days or so.

notapsychopathholmes: digregorylestrade started following you Lestrade, I’m bored. And silly...

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 00:00:04 -0400

notapsychopathholmes:

digregorylestrade started following you

Lestrade, I’m bored.

And silly me for having expected a proper greeting or of that sort. Hello, Sherlock. I’m well, thank you.

amaristhewolf: The fear stirred an idea within the wolf, normally she would have simply sniffed the...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 23:13:06 -0400

amaristhewolf:

The fear stirred an idea within the wolf, normally she would have simply sniffed the hand and perhaps begged for some food, but tonight she was feeling mischievous. She walked up to him slowly and carefully at first, wagging her tail. She lightly sniffed his hand, and looked up at him for a moment before she lept up onto him, her nose inches from his and uttered the very cliché “Boo!” before giving his face a long wet lick.

A slow grin crawled across his face, calming down for a moment. That was, until she leaped up, nearly causing him to jump out of his skin. It was even worse when he heard it say “Boo”, causing him to back away from her large paws and nearly trip as he scurried backwards. “W-what!? You don’t talk! You didn’t talk!”

digregorylestrade started following you

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 23:05:44 -0400

thegovernmentsassistant:

It is Anthea, yeah. Between you and me, I often cheat when forced to recall a name with a face that I don’t know very well. *waves her Blackberry slightly before putting it back in her dress* Do you often frequent pubs?

*He grinned a little, feeling relieved she didn’t take it offensively* No, not very much. *It was a lie, but for the sake of his dignity and looking like less of a bum, it was better*

notanothertimelady: “Nah, just thought I’d stop in and say hello.” “Shall we get started, then?...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 23:02:55 -0400

notanothertimelady:

“Nah, just thought I’d stop in and say hello.”

“Shall we get started, then? Hellooooooooooo, stranger!”

“Well, it was quite enthusiastic. I’m Greg Lestrade, it’s a pleasure.”

amaristhewolf: -the wolf simply stared at the man, eyes glowing in the dim light of the...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 22:55:05 -0400

amaristhewolf:

-the wolf simply stared at the man, eyes glowing in the dim light of the shadows-

*He swallowed, feeling significantly more uneasy about a stray dog at night than he would any other time. After the whole Baskerville scare, he wasn’t too good around dogs. He liked cats better anyways* … ‘s all right, pup. *He held a hand out slowly, hesitantly*

digregorylestrade started following you

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 22:50:05 -0400

thegovernmentsassistant:

Hello, Detective Inspector. I, er, must admit I didn’t expect to run into you here.

Evening.. Anthea it was, right? Sorry, not too good with names, and we don’t have many run-ins.

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Sun, 07 Oct 2012 22:47:26 -0400

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“Boy, I’m popular tonight. Can I be of assistance, anyone?”

cheekbonesandwittyremarks: digregorylestrade started following you For the sake of not falling...

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 22:25:08 -0400

cheekbonesandwittyremarks:

digregorylestrade started following you

For the sake of not falling into supernatural nonsense, I’ll start this conversation stating that I’m not a ghost, nor a hallucination, and that the opportunity to explain myself would be highly appreciated.

Greg just stared for a moment, unsure of what to say. Before he could, Sherlock was already talking. He listened, pressing his lips together in a thin line and nodding. He was probably just drunk again anyway. “Expain,” he replied a bit quieter than he intended, clearing his throat.