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The following morning, Bell hears what sounds like a fire alarm. It's not in their building - it's at least a block away. From her window, she can clearly see the house that's caught, near the train station, and just as clearly see that there isn't any bucket brigade handling it yet.
She seizes her wand from the nightstand and assumes control over the fire; if there's anyone in the unburnt part of the house they'll be able to get out. "SHERLOCK! TONY!" she calls.
Bell wants a second opinion before she snakes this fire down the corner of the house and over the grass to destroy the train station.
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she_sells_seashells
sicaria
"You probably don't. I would have killed him already, but he made sure to let me know that he has made arrangements for Tony to be killed if I do. I am not sure whether setting him on fire in a cunning way would qualify."
she_sells_seashells
"Internal burns would look very strange on an autopsy report, but they would not look like a stab wound or a broken neck," says Bell. "I'll try it if at any time you determine it's a good idea and you can get me in range."
she_sells_seashells
"You're welcome." Nuzzle. (Platonic nuzzle.) "Can you think of other reasons to have hangups about medium-sized wants?"
she_sells_seashells
"Do you think... President Snow..." It's weird talking about him like he's just a person, who has ex-friends and so on - "cares who you date?"
she_sells_seashells
"Can you convince your brain of that enough that it will try figuring out how to want stuff on that subject, then?" Pause. "This is hard to talk about, everything I know about it is in note-to-self format."
sicaria
"Despite obvious evidence, I am on some level convinced that wanting things inevitably leads to calamity."
she_sells_seashells
"That almost sounds like some kind of anxiety disorder." (Bell has read introductory-level books on psychology, at Milliways.)
she_sells_seashells
"Would it be preferable if - I don't know, if I flipped a coin? No, that would be silly, the reason my results are contingent is because I don't want to hurt you, if you wanted me to flip a coin that would just amount to saying you're up for the risk..."
sicaria
"...When you put it like that..." says Sherlock,
"I think I am up for the risk."
"I think I am up for the risk."
she_sells_seashells
Bell nuzzles.
Less platonically.
"Pretendy-style cuddles," she announces comfortably.
Less platonically.
"Pretendy-style cuddles," she announces comfortably.
she_sells_seashells
"I asked for his advice when just a few hours with the recorder didn't get me to a decision. Pretty much his input boiled down to 'you'd be cute together,'" Bell says, sort of speaking into the side of Sherlock's neck.