Holmes curses quietly to himself as the barrel of his gun 'click-clicks', registering the empty chambers. Watson's comment about saving bullets goes unheard because he's listening very carefully. Blackwood's voice as it trailed off was canting right, but the soft footfall teasing at the edge of his hearing are to his left. It only takes a moment
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Gah, but no, LOVED the fic. Blackwood's just... I mean my internal Blackwood's kind of a chibi ninja a lot of the time, creeping unseen into your bedroom to watch you sleep I mean, into 221B to watch Holmes watch Watson sleep in the shadows of London, and you just played into that like whoa. <3
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