Improbably Extraordinary

((Hey! It’s a good book!))

“Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulll~!”

((Oh really? At least I’ve been doing something productive and intellectual. What have you been doing?!))

Doesn’t anyone want to play?

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

Anyone want to strip down for me? I’m in the mood to draw a nude.

Why are you looking at me?

“What size loin cloth do you wear?” Ava holds a napkin at Sherlock’s crotch, tilting her head a bit.

Sherlock slapped Ava’s wrist, hastily getting to his feet. He navigated around her to the kitchen, and quickly made it seem as though he were in the middle of an experiment. ”I am not posing nude for you! And don’t say ‘oh, that’s what friends do!’ because that is not what friends do,”

He tinkered with a universal clamp, trying to hide the embarrassed look on his face. “Anyways, I’m sure you can give Irene a ring. She poses naked professionally … more or less,”

“But I’ve already painted her naaaaked.” She makes her voice a bit whiny to annoy him. “And I saw you looking! So, was the sex with her as glorious as my experience? Practicing for those cold nights with John? Huh? Huh?” Ava teases, sitting on the table so he’s forced to look at her.

She grins and boops him on the nose.

“Although that’s more of a question I should be asking her.”

Just as quickly as she pounced on the topic of Sherlock’s sex life, she switches gears. 

“Have you seen Corvus around lately? I’ve been getting worried.”

“What - what on earth are you babbling about? How do you know about Iren - no, why must I repeat myself, I am not with John!”

He wrinkled his nose when she poked it.

“John and I are just flatmates, so I apologize to your desire to fantastize about homoerotic scenarios between the two of us, and I don’t have a doubt in my mind that you are quite creative, but-” he paused, then shook his head. No. Do not let yourself wander into that landmine. He opened his mouth to continue his rant, then stopped when she inquired about Corvus. “What? No, no I haven’t seen your bird.”

“He’s never gone for a day…. let alone three.” She looks incredibly worried, the goofball act falling away just as quickly as it began.

She gets up and starts pacing.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.”

He sighed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It wasn’t as though he loved the bird the way Ava did, he didn’t. If anything, he hated the thing. But he recognized what the bird meant to Ava, and while he couldn’t use empathy for the relationship, he knew Ava would be upset if something bad had happened to Corvus.

“When did you last see him?”

“The day I came home from being on vacation with Irene. He had said he had to go out for a bit…” She gnaws on her lip.

“What if he’s hurt? Oh I never should have taken my eyes off of him…”

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

beingholmes:

avaharrisonah:

Anyone want to strip down for me? I’m in the mood to draw a nude.

Why are you looking at me?

“What size loin cloth do you wear?” Ava holds a napkin at Sherlock’s crotch, tilting her head a bit.

Sherlock slapped Ava’s wrist, hastily getting to his feet. He navigated around her to the kitchen, and quickly made it seem as though he were in the middle of an experiment. ”I am not posing nude for you! And don’t say ‘oh, that’s what friends do!’ because that is not what friends do,”

He tinkered with a universal clamp, trying to hide the embarrassed look on his face. “Anyways, I’m sure you can give Irene a ring. She poses naked professionally … more or less,”

“But I’ve already painted her naaaaked.” She makes her voice a bit whiny to annoy him. “And I saw you looking! So, was the sex with her as glorious as my experience? Practicing for those cold nights with John? Huh? Huh?” Ava teases, sitting on the table so he’s forced to look at her.

She grins and boops him on the nose.

“Although that’s more of a question I should be asking her.”

Just as quickly as she pounced on the topic of Sherlock’s sex life, she switches gears. 

“Have you seen Corvus around lately? I’ve been getting worried.”

“What - what on earth are you babbling about? How do you know about Iren - no, why must I repeat myself, I am not with John!”

He wrinkled his nose when she poked it.

“John and I are just flatmates, so I apologize to your desire to fantastize about homoerotic scenarios between the two of us, and I don’t have a doubt in my mind that you are quite creative, but-” he paused, then shook his head. No. Do not let yourself wander into that landmine. He opened his mouth to continue his rant, then stopped when she inquired about Corvus. “What? No, no I haven’t seen your bird.”

“He’s never gone for a day…. let alone three.” She looks incredibly worried, the goofball act falling away just as quickly as it began.

She gets up and starts pacing.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit.”