WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

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Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard shudders, torn between the dichotomy of the demon and the buried man he's lost. He feels the sharpness of teeth and can't deny that, for God knows how many heartbeats, he's lost in the thought of teeth like Natsuno's moved by the whims of someone with Sherlock's face and voice.

It would be so easy to tilt his head back, to offer up his throat.

He trusts Sherlock, after all.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He may appear every inch of the vampire, but he was not one. He brushes Erhard's hair from his face]

Poor thing, it would be easier, if you could f̡̦̥͉ͅo̢̤̩ṟ̢̙̫ģ̮̮̙e̡̱̖̙t̩̯͜ ḙ̢̮̙͚̭v̧̘̞͈e̢͖̩r͔̳͢y̖͔͇̲͜t̰̙̱͔͍͢h̨̟͉͉i̡͔̭n̢̫͙̩̤͔g̨̫̣,̧̦̜̖̳ ę̬͍̙v̞̪̞̗͢e̢͓̰̳ŗ̜͔y̨̯̳̣ͅ l̨̙͇̞̟i̡̬̭̲t̡͍͎̩͚t̢͖͎͔l̗͢ͅe̢̘͇͚̱͖ t̢̳̲̰̜̗h̘̘͓͢i̲̩͜n̢͓̜͖̘g̜͓͢.͍̣̬͢ ?

[cryosurgeon]

[He finally remembers how to breathe, and it's in a tiny, soft whimper. With his eyes closed, he can believe, he can just believe.]

[literalidiotball]

[Believe hard enough, and the doors of Hell shall open and swallow you whole- Oh, wait. That's just a white goat opening the door to the sitting room and seeing THIS happening on the couch.] Uh... [...] Did you two need a moment? [He came in here to clean what are you two doing.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[His head pops up, the impression of a hunting dog that is searching for it's quarry, before focusing on the goat. Before smiling as if a Cabrito was presented to him, before fixing his face into one a proper gentleman would have]

I have no need of you as of this moment.

[literalidiotball]

OH! UH. [THAT IS A SCARY LOOK.] A-Alright, then. Just... Let me know if you need anything. [He quickly bows and exits the room to not invoke the demon's wrath.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Terios gives the goat a look.

Save him]

[literalidiotball]

[HE IS A SIMPLE GOAT WITH NO ANSWERS, SORRY WOLF BUDDY.]

[chaoscontrol]

[NO DONT LEAVE HIM ALONE WITH THIS--!!]

[literalidiotball]

[GOOD LUCK, DOGGO!]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Doctor Mueller.

[When Moriarty speaks, it's in a deadly serious tone.]

Not to interrupt you, but might I speak with you out in the hall about a medical issue?

[chaoscontrol]

[TAIL WAG.

HES SAVED (???)]

[cryosurgeon]

[The sound of his name is barely enough to snap Erhard out of his daze. He doesn't step back from his embrace, but he does look over his shoulder at Moriarty with haunted, tear-bright eyes and a thousand-yard stare.]

Wh-- what...?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Please, doctor. I'd like to talk with you about a medical issue I'm having lately, if you would be so kind...?

[He smiles, brightly - back to being the jovial old man he normally is.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Caarcrinolaas peers at Moriarty, the scarlet eyes suspicious, but he makes no move yet to encourage Erhard to stay - yet]

[cryosurgeon]

I....

[His attention darts back and forth between Moriarty and... and....

Duty, or his heart?]

[Caarcrinolaas will easily feel his tension, torn as he is.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Terios finally makes a move and grabs Erhard's pant leg in his mouth, pulling at it gently in Moriarty's direction]

[cryosurgeon]

I...

[But he's moving. Stumbling a bit, his eyes fixed on the demon, but still moving.]

I'll just be a moment... please don't go....

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He smiles, more human-like, though briefly a baleful glare of suspicion falls upon Moriarty]

I'll be here or the library if you wish to resume or conversation.

[cryosurgeon]

Yes... yes, of course....

[He tears his gaze away and follows Moriarty a bit clumsily. He seems a bit less out of it once they're in the hall, though he keeps touching his forehead where the demon brushed away the lock of his hair.]

Please, just tell me what you want. I need to get back to him.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[And that's when Moriarty basically grabs him and begins to march him down the hall without a word - his grasp very hard to get out of, what with Servant strength behind it.]

That's not him, Doctor. Do not be a fool and make a poor decision solely out of your feelings for Holmes.

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard makes a pitiful sound, trying to pull away while his eyes fix on the entrance to the sitting room.]

No, you're wrong... I know he's in there! There's a demon, I know, but Sherlock is in there, too!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Nope - he's just roughly dragging the other man along, not caring about his feelings.]

A shard of the man, and not the man himself! Is that what you want to have? A mere Fraction of the person who you fell for? If so, then don't you dare to presume that you actually care about the man if you're comforted by a mere demon wearing his face!

[cryosurgeon]

... he can fight it if he knows I'm here. I'm trying to call him back!

[He can't resist Moriarty's pull, and he knows the man is right. Nirrti is damaged but still too strong for that piece of Sherlock to take control again. He won't cry in front of the man's rival, but God does he want to.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Unfortunately, that's when Moriarty loses all of his patience - and lets Erhard's hand drop, whirling around, his face nothing but sheer cold anger and piercing eyes.]

Fine, then. Go to the demon and get your soul taken away or whatever it wants to do with you while you lick your wounds and tell yourself that this is enough.

If you want that so badly, I won't stop you. But know this - you are nothing but a coward for taking that option and looking away from what is rational, and you're certainly not worthy of standing by his side.

Go ahead and languish in your own despair - I won't stop you, nor will I care. But know that Holmes certainly will weep at seeing what you've become.