RP for ignoringjohn

[consulting_detective_221]

OOC: Following exchange here.

"Well, if she was a relative of yours, then yes, I'm sure she did possess a certain degree of madness," Sherlock shouted at her over his shoulder. His excitement was far too much to contain; he did have a certain fondness for taxidermied animals. Never had he before seen them put in imaginary situations, such as a tea party. It made it all the more interesting and exciting.

He waiting for Anthea at the door, rocking on his heels a bit. He could be just like a little kid sometimes, waiting to go to the sweets shop.

"What else should I be aware of before we enter Aunt Agatha's House of Oddities?"

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[ignoringjohn]

Her head tilted imperceptibly into that brief caress. For a man who regularly, perhaps purposely called those around him by the wrong name, to hear her request was watching him break a pattern. But her name, her real name, which was not even one her aunt used, was a spoken reminder to be herself. A reminder that she didn't have to be Anthea, that she didn't have to distract, to fight and hide and sway, and a dozen other things she did to manipulate and trick those around her. Anthea was a tool to be used to get what was needed, and Anna... She hadn't been Anna in a long time, would forget how if she kept on the mask and without a reminder, she would slip back into a roll that had been perfected over the years.

"Thank you."