accidentalacidburns said: ▼
12. Two horns have sprouted out of my muses head and are very painful or pleasurable to the touch the majority of the time.
It almost as though the kidnapping sand experiments weren’t ever going to stop. As soon as Sherlock was found and brought back to health, reversing whatever effects the experiments had had on his body, he was captured again.
When he was found—always in a laboratory, though never in the same one—his first intelligible words were “I’m never leaving the house again.” Growing out from beneath his dark curls were a pair of red and gold horns, starting to curl slightly.
Sherlock smiled softly as he listened, then nodded. “My name is William Sherlock Scott Holmes, but I exclusively go by Sherlock,” he began, voice thoughtful. “My favorite color is purple, I own…one purple shirt, assuming nothing has happened to it in my absence. It is just slightly too small. I sleep under everything. I work as a detective when I’m not being kidnapped, and my parents were uni professors—my mum wrote a book on mathematics, and my father was an English professor. I love pasta, but my favorite ‘meal’ that I have most often—or rather, had before moving in with you—was coffee and a few biscuits.”
"I’m Ben!" Ben said, "I’m nine and I like to eat chocolate chip biscuits and the little super hero fruit snacks." Anderson smiled at him, and ruffled his hair. He looked back at Sherlock,
"I suppose I should tell you some negatives, as well. I mean, it’s easy to get the impression that I’m perfect, but i am certainly not." He chuckled. "I spoil said son rotten, I have a history of being unfaithful, can be incredibly pretentious, already have one failed marriage under my belt, and this could be a positive or a negative, I suppose, but I have no other friends, so I can devote all of my time to you."
Sherlock nodded, chuckling at the both of them. “Alright… I can also be very pretentious, have a history of manipulating people to get what I want, and have this odd habit of getting kidnapped and experimented on every month or so. Sometimes I don’t eat or sleep for days at a time, and play violin at three in the morning. I’ve been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, and insomnia, but all of them have gotten a lot better as you joined my life. Minor Asperger’s syndrome suspected. A history of substance abuse and homelessness. Very few friends, none of whom seem to be here.”