→ I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook.

[thedominatrix]

Who: Irene Adler & Sebastian LeMat.
What: Insomniac chatter.
Where: A late night diner in Flyside.
When: In the wee hours of Shundi.
Notes: We are transplanting from a meme BECAUSE WE CAN.
Warnings: None as of yet.

I believe you," Irene says, admiring the picture once more and then looking at Sebastian with a slightly strange smile, her eyes thoughtful. Her expression is almost smug- got you- but it's also rather sweet. She likes a love story- not that Sebastian's exactly got hearts in his eyes, but there's more than one type of love, isn't there? And the way he says her name has something bright and lovely in it, no matter if it's romantic or not. "Lucky girl."

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[thedominatrix]

Irene is good at seeing those layers of disguise and reality- though layers isn't precisely the word she'd use for them. They're more intricately linked than that; there is more overlap than people think, sometimes.

"Then I can trust you to come smartened up," she says expectantly, mock stern before she breaks into another smile.

[heardmermaids]

Perhaps a more apt metaphor would be 'filters'; at heart, Harry is the same man, but he can been seen through various lenses and each alters the viewer's perspective.

"I think I can manage that." He seems pleased by this outcome and decides that it was worth the fit of insomnia.