→ 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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[heardmermaids]

"She is and, even better, she's happy." Luck is all well and good, it'll get you through all manner of trouble, but what's the point if you're miserable? "Last I heard, she was working on, I think the best translation would be as a sort of zoologist, specializing in the more outlandish sorts of creatures. A cross between Jane Goodall and David Attenborough."