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Arthur H. Bell Sherlock Holmes
UN: ThreeCoffins

STATUS: Graduate Student

ACCOLADES: Masters in Pharmacology, Bachelors of Biology, etc. etc.

BIO: Yes I am Vampire. No I won't drink your blood, but I will assist in tutoring people in science-based disciplines.

© TESSISAMESS

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[His shoulders hitches, as the sensation of something sharp piercing one's lips ebbed, then a soft sniffle could barely be heard, as a trickle of blood starts to flow down his cheek.

God damn... he swallows the lump that formed in his throat, continuing to sniffle as the tears, once started starts flowing easily]

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[It's an odd sense of relief, when Sherlock finally starts crying as well. He's heedless of the blood, just -

This is what they've both needed for a long, long time - and something they never let themselves do.

Just let it all out, with no fear, no internal sense of shame. Only the emotions, and the knowledge that despite everything...

...despite the past, and all the pain, they both had someone who would never give up on them, or judge them now.

When the tide of emotion finally subsides, moriarty raises his head, eyes limmed with red and doing the snotty sniffles that only come with true, hard sobbing.]

...Ah. It's - odd to say, but...

[He gives a weak smile, letting himself move enough so he's able to place his hands on Sherlock's shoulders, looking into the other man's eyes.]

...despite it all....I find myself actually happy that you were the one who turned out to be my long-lost sibling.

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[It's hard to even think of the mess he was making out of their clothes, and for once he wasn't even self-conscious about his lack of warmth. It didn't matter right now, the way James leaned into him, and he refusing to let go, time and propriety didn't matter.

He slowly opens his eyes, lashes reddened by blood as the other man lifts his head, the long snotty sniffles - his now fully green eyes watching, then widening]

James...

[He couldn't even say anything to it, while he had been mostly sniffling and weeping up to this point - he let out a loud, ugly sob at the declaration]

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[The smile grows, strengthened into something genuine and sad as he hears that sob, this time going back in for a hug yet again, but more for Sherlock's benefit.]

...The one thing that I was given, in my life...was a deep appreciation for family, regardless of where it comes from.

I truly...mean it, Sherlock. You are the only man who could ever match me, and...well. Though it's been...an odd, long journey...through it all, we still found each other again.

...And perhaps, now....we can be something other than enemies, than detective and criminal.

[He pauses, tears slipping down his own face again as he reflexively tightens his hold on his twin.]

...Perhaps....we can finally just be ourselves.

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[Sherlock leans into it, feeling those new sobs bubbling out of him. How long has it been since someone that wasn't a child hugged him, or that he cried like this?

Family... the word didn't have the same meaning since he ran that test, of how things were hidden from him and unsure of what from them he could even trust anymore. Somehow... James' word, he can believe this.

They did find each other, all this time, just missing each other and then now]

Ourselves...

[He repeats, to step out of the box they put themsleves]

We'll see what sort of people we are-

[He stiffens as a sound that sounds suspiciously like a hiccough forced itself out, no doubt induced by the cry fest]