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The Reichenbach Fall
Together they fell
Through the dark abyss
Of heaven and hell
Rivers of red
Rivers of blue
It was a great fall
I'm telling you
Tears of loss
Tears of sorrow
It made one man
Completely hollow
The Spider weaved his web
of hate and gore
And the Reichenbach hero
Was a hero no more
Together they fell
Through the dark abyss
Of heaven and hell
Rivers of red
Rivers of blue
It was a great fall
I'm telling you
Tears of loss
Tears of sorrow
It made one man
Completely hollow
The Spider weaved his web
of hate and gore
And the Reichenbach hero
Was a hero no more
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Angels
Jump.
Jump.
Jump.
He threw the phone behind him, stood a little higher, saying to the angels, "Look. I am about to fall." He hated when people made that mistake- he wasn't going to fall, he was going to- no, he was- jumping.
Spreading his wings for the last time, he leaned towards the ground below.
And fell forward from the sky.
John, from the ground, stood helpless. His angel, he jumped.
And his glorious wings shattered, into the dust.
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Three Words
"Alright there, Sherlock?" the memory of John's warm familiar voice inquires from somewhere within his mind palace. It's not something he purposely saved in his mental database, but it usage was so common that it just stuck. Not that he ever tried to delete the associated memories. It is a bit of a default phrase between them. Was a bit of a default phrase, that is. It was used in the days of their easy companionship. When crime was complicated, but their friendship was simple. John's companionship was something he took for granted, a novel experience for him. Then Moriarty's shadow passed over them and everything went to hell. Not that he b
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Sherlock
I was calling your name.
My whole existence revolved around that one name, that name that always appeared to be readied inside my throat, ready to escape my lips at any moment.
Whether questioningly, or with exasperation, admiration or with frustration; your name was the one that was always there.
It was your name that I heard the most.
People talk about you a lot.
It's your other names that I hear as well.
Freak.
Creep.
Simply, Him.
It was the tones with which they say it, the slight hesitations or intonation of their voices as they say your syllables. It brings with it their feelings towards you.
But now I am screaming your name w
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oh what reichenbach does to you. i hate myself just writing it. gah.
kind of BBC Sherlock and the books fused together.
i would adore some fanart of this, since i cant draw for shiz.
kind of BBC Sherlock and the books fused together.
i would adore some fanart of this, since i cant draw for shiz.
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Do you know the feeling, if you're torn between love and hate whilst a cold emptiness fills your stomach?
Well, exactly this feeling did you gave me...
It's beautifull.
But it's also killing me...
Well, exactly this feeling did you gave me...
It's beautifull.
But it's also killing me...