I’m not entirely sure why anyone would assume Mycroft and I had touching moments as children based on the current status of our relationship. I wouldn’t say we shared any moments that match what you are seeking but Mycroft has always been… Protective, to say the least. He took it upon himself to watch after me because he felt it was his responsibility and he still does.
He’s doing a marvelous job, isn’t he?
“Not for much, but maybe something. Maybe it’d make him a little more bearable.” She chuckled, her tongue between her teeth as she looked up at Sherlock. “Too bad I’d be sure to either be on the run or would have to spend a bit of time in jail. That wouldn’t be terribly fun, would it?” The thought of being on the run was enough to almost excited her. She’d spent years on the run…not because of crimes but more because of choice. The fact still stood that she knew what it was like to live day to day and not know where your feet were going to tak you.
Though, if she were being honest, she much preferred this. A sort of settled life with Sherlock. A life of someone to wake up to and have meals with. A life of sharing theories and stories and ridiculous thoughts. Sure, she could do that on the run. But, on the run she couldn’t spend lazy days knicking his robe and lounging in the oversized chairs with a book. She couldn’t lay back and listen to him playing the violin while he thought. Running…oddly enough, she was quite happy to have given it up to stay with him.
Rose remained hidden against him for a time, her smile budding as his arm still held her close. She ran over the moment in her mind, her cheeks growing pinker with each thought. He’d kissed her back. Sure, they were together…but he’d actually kissed her back. And she quite enjoyed the feeling of it. Enjoyed it enough to be a bit more bold than normal with him. “You…can kiss me too, y’know?” Her eyes trailed up to his and she gave him a sort of soft, nervous smile. “It’s a perfectly acceptable thing to do when you’re with someone.”
Sherlock shrugged a little. Jail would be boring, of course it would be boring. As a matter of fact, he actually knew personally how boring a prison cell could be, but he didn’t think being on the run would be as dull as that. In fact, being on the run as an outlaw would probably be more exciting than his day to day life now, but he did have a some sort of moral code that kept him from doing something that would land him on the outside of the law. He was often mistaken for the murderer of the crime scenes he was called in for but the fact of the matter was some sort of unseen and unspoken code that Sherlock lived his life by.
His thoughts, however, came to a sort of stand still, well… Stand still wasn’t the correct term, not really. Stand still indicated that he could stop his mind from racing out of control when he truly had little control over it. That was why he grew so tense and so irritable when he had nothing to do and nothing to preoccupy his mind. However, he was attempting to understand the kiss. There wasn’t any exaggeration when he said that he had literally deleted information that he didn’t believe held any importance and up until this point, kissing was one of those things. Anything romantic was actually pushed to the side. During university there was a very brief time where he actually explored romantic relationships and deemed it useless.
Now that wasn’t the case.
“Oh, um, yes, I suppose that is…” Sherlock, for once, was actually having a difficult time getting his thoughts to form into decent sentences that would roll off of his tongue effortlessly. “I’d like to try an… experiment, if you don’t mind?” He wasn’t an export in kissing, but surely he’d be able to do it without actual instruction?
His chuckle had her grin spreading ever the wider. She’d gotten used to that grin. The one that only she seemed to get…as well as Mrs. Hudson on occasion but there was something special about this one. Something only for her. Something that Rose couldn’t quite put her finger on, but something special all the same. Something she would hold onto. When the two had met, she’d only known him to laugh at stupidity or as an insult. It had never been because he was happy. But then she’d caught the slight grins when she’d say something particularly rude to one of Lestrade’s men (or women as the case may be) or when she’d catch onto a particular mistake. Those were the grins that let her know she was doing it right.
They could be happy together.
It was an odd thought, being happy with someone. Rose didn’t think she’d have that chance again. But she cherished it. She may not have talked about how much it meant to her or about how tightly she held onto what they had, but she found her ways of letting him know how much he meant to her, how happy she was with him. “He’s an idiot who doesn’t deserve sight! It’s not my fault he can’t distinguish between the scent of Rosemary and Basil! Perhaps if I’d clawed his eyes out, he’d gain more of a sense of smell to compensate!” A bright laugh filled the air and she turned to look up at him. He was lovely and he was smiling and they were together. Without really pausing to think about what she was doing, she leaned in and pressed her lips gently to his in as soft a kiss as she could manage. Rose allowed it to linger for a moment before pulling away, surprised with herself, and tucked against his side once more, a shy smile plastered on her face.
Rose turned to look back up at him, her smile never leaving her face. When she’d first met the detective, she never would have thought that they could have developed into anything more than partners. Sitting in the back of the cab with him on that first meeting had been more than interesting. A part of her had been worried she’d bore him all too soon and she’d be looking for a new place for his sake…but then there was a part of her that wanted to show him what she could do. And here they were.
He knew who she was…completely. He knew her past and where she came from. And somehow, he seemed to enjoy her life and her stories and the quirks that came along with being in the wrong reality. But Sherlock accepted it. He seemed to thrive on it at times. There was so much more about her to figure out than most and she enjoyed the mysteries she could bring home to him. “You just like the way I talk to Anderson. How many times has he been reassigned to make sure he’s not on your cases? I think he’s afraid of me.” She laughed softly and cuddled into Sherlock’s side, perfectly content with life.
A chuckle escaped the detective’s lips, a true, genuine chuckle, not his signature ‘you’re-an-idiot’ chuckle that usually rumbled within his throat. Generally speaking, Sherlock’s sense of humor was extremely sarcastic and dwelled in the realm of believing he was better than everyone else because he was the only person who happened to possess such massive deduction skills. It came so easily to him, he didn’t understand why it was so difficult for everyone else, but this was nothing like that.
Sherlock was actually happy.
Up until this point in his life, Sherlock didn’t actually believe happiness was something he could achieve. He sacrificed happiness for his massive intellect and his amazing, almost unbelievable skills in his particular field, yet Rose proved that belief false. He just needed the right people in his life, as rare as they might seem. “He should be afraid of you,” Sherlock agreed, remembering the last time Anderson and Rose had crossed paths. That was an exceptionally satisfying day. “Last time you spoke to him, I half expected you to claw at his eyes. He may be a moron, but even he can’t be stupid enough to cross you.”
There was a part of her that wished she could take Sherlock out to see the stars. She wanted to know what he’d make of them, what he’d think of the TARDIS or a Vortex Manipulator. But…that wasn’t who Sherlock was. Sure, Rose could bring him things from Torchwood, slip something into her pocket, and show it to him. Many an interesting night had been spent with asking him to figure out the use of something while she held the knowledge. He’d gotten much better at deducting alien technology, she had to give him that. And it always lit his eyes when he got it right. Each frustration was rewarded with a swift kiss on the cheek and a soft nuzzle of encouragement. Those were the best dates she could have ever asked for.
“Better with two.” The words rolled off of her tongue before she could catch them and she couldn’t fight the grin that spread across her lips. Yes, she was right where she was meant to be. Not necesarilly by fate, but still where she needed to be. “Oh, you could be spending your time with someone sensible. Someone less flighty without her head in the stars.” She drug her teeth along her bottom lip, her nose wrinkling in a tease. “Though, I can’t think of anyone better to be here with than you.”
‘Someone less flighty without her head in the stars.’ Logically speaking, she was probably correct considering Sherlock was excessively down to Earth in his line of thinking. Everything he believed to be important revolved in humans and their way of life. He, however, had grown rather fond of having Rose sneak technology out of Torchwood for him to examine. It was a challenge and it helped him to resort his priorities. Perhaps he needed to stop closing his mind off from everything that wasn’t solidly within the realm of human mortality. It was this line of thinking that led Sherlock to believe that the best companion he could possibility as for was someone whose “head was in the stars”. She was like his compliment, while he was wildly realistic in the mortal sense, she had a far more open mindset and that was something Sherlock needed. As odd as it sounded, it helped him become more human and, of course, it opened his mind to so much more information. Sometimes he actually considered taking cases for Torchwood. They would be lucky to have him work for them, he couldn’t help but think. “No, I don’t think there is anyone more suited to accompany me on my cases. Anyone else would be dull, terribly so, definitely not something I would be willing to deal with on a day to day basis.” And that was true, life with Rose was never dull. While he made her life interesting with his work and the way his mind worked, she opened up the universe to him.
It wasn’t the first time she’d let herself kiss his cheek. Eventually she’d just kiss him. And she’d probably duck her head and pretend it never happened out of fear of embarrassing. But, she’d get there eventually. Rose knew just how different sentiment or physical affection was for Sherlock. She knew in the beginning he’d been so sure of her rejecting him that he had shown his worst…but his worst was nothing compared to everything else about him. In all honesty, she was surprised he’d let her stay after she told him as much of the truth as she could deal with. She’d told him about aliens and a Time Lord and somehow he hadn’t kicked her out as raving mad woman. She owed him for that. She fell for him for that. And Rose wasn’t blind. She knew the effort he put into treating her a little bit differently, into not shutting her out as often. “There isn’t much to put up with, Sherlock. Not really.” She gave him a smile and slid a hand to tangle her fingers with his to give an appreciative squeeze. “I’m where I want to be. Living a life of a sort of adventure, chasing after criminals, and laughing at the morons who think they know everything when they can’t even scratch the surface. I like this life.”
Hearing of Rose’s previous life had been shocking, but on some level, Sherlock hadn’t actually been all that surprised to hear that she had traveled with an alien called a Time Lord. By all reason, Sherlock knew that the chances of Earth being the only planet with life inhabiting it was extremely slim but he had always believed that, in his lifetime, coming across another species from another planet wouldn’t happen, so he didn’t believe it to be important. Rose was so different from the average person though, she was so much better in Sherlock’s opinion, something had to be different about her past. Since that day, Sherlock had been a bit more open to admitting that the solar system, the stars and space were actually important, although he definitely hadn’t become an astronomer. “It is a fantastic life, isn’t it?” Sherlock asked, returning her smile with a tamer, but still sincere smile, one that was only really seen by her and, on occasion, Mrs. Hudson. “I can’t think of a better way to spend my time,” he added and he meant that he loved spending his time working cases with Rose. He was used to being alone, to working alone, but he truly did like having a companion.
Oh my god, you are perfect, let me love you! I just <3 thank you lovely, I love roleplaying with you so much and you are wonderful and Sherlock loves having Rose <3
Sherlock’s existence alone was the only thing that could subdue John’s PTSD. Now that he is gone, John’s tremors have come back.
Rose studied him for a moment. It wasn’t often he expressed any sort of sentiment. She was used to that, could handle that quite well and it didn’t bother her in the least. But in those moments that he actually tried to say something comforting…those were the moments she found herself caught off guard and falling more. “Fate’s a silly thing if you ask me. I like to think that I choose where I end up. I have choices and making them gets me different places. I made choices that led me here. But, even if how I got here was terrible and painful, I’m glad I’m here. I’m glad you put up with me, Sherlock.” A genuine smile spread across her lips just before she pressed them lightly against his cheek. “I’m happy here with you. I’m happy tagging along on cases and learning and observing. I’m happy to have a home. I guess…sometimes the past just catches up to me. Thank you for sticking around, though.”
Sherlock blinked as she pressed her lips to his cheek. It wasn’t the first time, he and Rose had grown undeniably close and closer throughout their time together, but Sherlock was still used to everyone rejecting him. Did he mind how Rose treated him? No, not at all, in fact he found that it was wonderful to have one person who didn’t treat him like the freak he was and someone who didn’t accuse him on being a psychopath was an added bonus. Putting up the effort to treat her differently than he treated everyone else was always worth it as well. “That’s true. Fate is a ridiculous notion all together, but I am… pleased that you are here with me. If anything, I suppose I should be surprised that you put up with me.”
Rules About Roleplaying:
I’ve taken notice that some people seem to be a little confused on how I run my blog, so I’m going to outline it and then I will add it to my “rules” tab on my theme.
- I will answer almost anything that comes into my ask box. However Loki replying to an ask is not the same thing as Loki roleplaying. Asks and roleplays are not the same thing so if you send and ask and you reply, it will probably not get a response. If you wish to communicate with Loki this way, you will need to send an ask each time you have something you want him to respond to.
- If you click on my “rules” link, there is a list titled “Questions that I will probably not reply to” and there is a list of questions that I have gotten multiple times that I no longer feel are appropriate to reply to. I have complete and full right to change this list whenever I please and add to it as necessary.
- Loki doesn’t have a FAQ page. My FAQ page doesn’t pertain to things about Loki. Questions that I get repeatedly, for example “What is your favorite type of music?” and “What is your favorite prank?” are actually covered in his headcanons. If I get a question that is covered in his headcanons page, I probably will not answer it and if I do, it will probably be privately or ooc. There are bios and headcanon pages present for a reason. Every link on every roleplay blog is extremely important, otherwise they wouldn’t be there.
- Also a side note: If you send Loki an ask, please understand that Loki is not always a nice person. He may be offensive and if you do not wish to partake in something like that, please be mindful of what you say to him so he has no reason to be rude.
- I don’t publish how many followers/roleplay partners/ect. that I happen to have but it can be an overwhelming number, so I cannot promise that I will be able to roleplay with every person who asks.
- If you wish to roleplay with me, you can send me an ask. I have somewhere around 40 threads on Loki’s blog alone, I also happen to have three other roleplay blogs so it’s easy to reason that I am buried in threads at times and can’t always accommodate new ones but if you have an idea for a roleplay, you can always shoot me an ask. I’m always willing to hear about roleplays and just because I can’t accommodate a new roleplay now doesn’t mean that I can’t roleplay with you later.
- I do not take/make starters without discussing them first. If you write a starter and tag me in it without talking to me, chances are I won’t actually reply to it. I rarely search through my track tag, so I wouldn’t see it straight away anyway.
- Every thread that I have is specific to a one other person or possibly two people. All of my threads are CLOSED threads, meaning that if someone the post was not meant for replies to it, that reply will not be answered.
- Open threads, meaning threads that anyone can reply to, will clearly be marked as OPEN in the title and in the tags. I don’t do open roleplays very often because they are very hard to keep track of but every once in a while, I do.
- Generally I don’t take multiples of the same character in a romantic relationship. I have made a couple of exceptions, but the people that I do roleplay with on a regular basis, I have grown very attached to. This doesn’t mean that I won’t rp with the same character, but if Loki already has a romance with, for example, Tony Stark, the chances of forming another romantic relationship are very slim.
- Loki actually has several AU lovers and I am currently not looking to expand his list anymore. He doesn’t have nearly enough friends, family, enemies and so on, so I’m not focused on new romances.
- I will never agree to a romantic relationship without actually roleplaying with a character first. I simply won’t do it. I can’t ship characters together if I’ve never seen them interact. If the relationship works that way, it could happen, but please don’t ask for a romantic relationship straight from the get go.
- Regarding smut. I have and do roleplay smut. I’m of legal age and I will roleplay smut with those that are also of legal age, however smut, I find, is a sensitive topic. Chances are, if I don’t know you personally, I won’t roleplay smut with you. It’s nothing personal, it just feels rather awkward if I don’t feel comfortable with you to roleplay smut.