Eurus Holmes
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Did you ever pause to think that Sherlock's secret brother was, in fact, Sherlock's secret, mad, sister? The East Wind is coming. (RP|21+|Mature Content)
Microphones recorded any sounds she made. In those hours there was nothing other than her breath, and the gentle scuffs of cotton on stone.
April 20, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Microphones recorded any sounds she made. In those hours there was nothing other than her breath, and the gentle scuffs of cotton on stone.
Soft cotton socks helping them glide silently over the polished stone surface.
Boredom.
She hated the word, boredom, but that was what this was. Counting the minutes until her next meal; her next assessment; the next escape.
All the while, the cameras on the wall monitored her movements.
Boredom.
She hated the word, boredom, but that was what this was. Counting the minutes until her next meal; her next assessment; the next escape.
All the while, the cameras on the wall monitored her movements.
April 20, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Soft cotton socks helping them glide silently over the polished stone surface.
Boredom.
She hated the word, boredom, but that was what this was. Counting the minutes until her next meal; her next assessment; the next escape.
All the while, the cameras on the wall monitored her movements.
Boredom.
She hated the word, boredom, but that was what this was. Counting the minutes until her next meal; her next assessment; the next escape.
All the while, the cameras on the wall monitored her movements.