He saw people as open books, wearing their entire insignificantly dull lives on their faces, clothes, postures. Some were puzzles, sure, but real challenges were difficult to come by. Rare.
It was more than just irritating that this man was one such puzzle. It was also, equally as exciting; the mystery drew his interest like a moth to a flame.
And he wasn't going to leave until said puzzle was solved. ]
Yes. [ It's an immediate answer, as soon its asked. Pale eyes barely move away from the other.
This one's posture? Suggests pride, comfort. He's smug. At what? It's like he knows Sherlock is trying to figure him out. ]
Who are you? [ A name. That was the standard start, wasn't it? ]
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He saw people as open books, wearing their entire insignificantly dull lives on their faces, clothes, postures. Some were puzzles, sure, but real challenges were difficult to come by. Rare.
It was more than just irritating that this man was one such puzzle. It was also, equally as exciting; the mystery drew his interest like a moth to a flame.
And he wasn't going to leave until said puzzle was solved. ]
Yes. [ It's an immediate answer, as soon its asked. Pale eyes barely move away from the other.
This one's posture? Suggests pride, comfort. He's smug. At what? It's like he knows Sherlock is trying to figure him out. ]
Who are you? [ A name. That was the standard start, wasn't it? ]