[It sounds like it would be. Still, pretty wicked, really.]
i love hearing about your cases they're so cool! i mean, creepy as hell but wicked cool like sherlock holmes, but ten times darker and not like the holmes here he's mostly just an asshole kinda reminds me of me actually and that's really not a good thing especially when his brother thinks it makes us like parallel siblings, or something
[ Despite how odd it sounds, Will understands that House is genuine in his fascination with the cases the ex-profiler worked. It doesn't come from a place of macabre voyeurism ... well, not entirely, but rather from that deep curious nature and need for puzzles. ]
Ask anyone I work with, they'll be the first to tell you that I'm a first class prick. And they're not wrong.
People don't like observation. It makes them feel naked, vulnerable, exposed and out of control. They don't like having their shadows yanked out of the convenient boxes in their minds and laid out for everyone to see.
Mycroft has a lot of sibling issues. Something tells me his overprotectiveness of Holmes the younger is coming from something in their childhood. Just not sure what. Either way, I wouldn't use him as a reliable gauge when it comes to sibling relations.
Did I ever tell you about the case of the woman who made people into bee hives?
but i like you more so, again more tolerable also, you know how to keep your trap shut at least some of the time holmes has less of a filter than i do and that's almost impressive
you're not wrong about holmes the elder i'm just saying also i live at 221b baker street at home that was a choice, tho not coincidence
you didn't tell me were they, like, actual honey bees or yellowjackets?
Sounds like that bar is set pretty low. [ For the liking part of things. ]
But that is impressive, because you make no filter into an Olympic sport.
You're kidding me. You live at 221b Baker street. Were it not for the fact that you can't seem to lie at the moment, I'd call you out on that fabrication. Did you choose to live at that address, or was it simply fate?
Honey bees. A holistic healer was lobotomizing her patients in order to heal them. A few she emptied the skull cavity completely and set up a hive.
yeah i was pretty much constantly snacking at home or popping pills or sucking on something
i actually have no idea why but i'm sure some psychoanalyst asshole'd say something like it developed because your mom stopped breastfeeding too early
and that sucks did anyone else taste it? i mean, someone had to try it honey is honey is honey oh, hey that reminds me anyone try the mushrooms mushroom-guy was growing?
It's the most available form of fidgeting. Chewing on a pen cap, smoking a cigarette, sucking on a lollipop, chewing gum. It's internalized fidgeting, a habit developed to help focus a mind that is constantly racing.
I suspect it became more pronounced when you suffered the injury to your leg and could no longer run as a way to do something similar. You fell back on the next readily available way to self-medicate.
Were I to psychoanal... never mind.
[ There was a brief pause before the next text. ]
As a rule we try to avoid tasting evidence. Of course Hannibal made a game of that. On our second meeting he feed me sausage made from the lungs of his latest victim.
okay, fair that makes sense and coming to think of it yeah it did get worse around them you're not actually bad at this even though it's srsly irritating sometimes i appreciate you actually trying to not do your thing while i'm like this
do you really make sausage from lungs? that's pretty gnarly did it taste good, at least?
[He's trying to be a bit more proactive these days, a decision made after long (oh so long) conversations with Flynn. He's already spoken to Kunsel about his doll, but he'd rather not actually speak to House if he can help it, the man has an uncanny ability to rile him up.
So he just takes a photograph of the perfect little doll replica of House being cradled in his metal palm. He has something of yours, pal, thought you should know.]
so........ is this a threat? cause i'm, like, 60% sure i haven't done anything recently to piss you off unless i have in which case what the hell was it, snowflake?
[It's not a threat, and House is right that they haven't interacted in long enough that he doesn't have any immediate animosity towards him, just a general dislike. Not enough to want to hurt him, at least not right now.]
[The answer should be 'no.' He doesn't have a particular need or desire for it. Except... well, except there are still experiments to run and Davesprite isn't here to tell him no.]
nope but i want you to burn it when i contact you tomorrow
i wanna see if it'll still do anything the buildings out here have felt empty for the most part wondering if that extends to this, too burning affected that parr guy when he was around so that's the only thing i know that should probably have some effect
[It makes sense, even if it seems reckless, but if it's just the sensation and not actual damage then he sees no reason why not. After all, House would only be hurting himself.]
I'm on the line when you do it, video. If it starts to actual injure you, I put it out.
and here i thought you'd wanna be on the line 'cause you're a sadist fine, tho wilson's with me so, it's not like it'll be a big deal if something happens i'll tell him to stand by with a bucket of snow
cw: serial killers / cannibalism / mental non-con of a sorts
I appreciate your acknowledgement of my charms. But I can't claim the latter. I can't turn off the lens, anymore than you can. I've just made a conscious effort not to burden you with the results.
I didn't make sausage from lungs. Hannibal did, and he fed it to me unawares. I remember remarking how good it tasted. Later on, when I realized what had happened, I drank a bottle of ipecac and spent the night throwing up.
It was much too late, months after the fact and I can't even claim I felt better afterwards. Just lay on the bathroom floor, with Winston licking the tears off my face.
cw: serial killers / cannibalism / mental non-con of a sorts
It was one of his favorite games, feeding human flesh to guests. He was renowned in the top social circles of Baltimore and the DC area for his dinner parties. People clamoured for him to throw these parties and scoring an invitation was considered a social coup.
No one realized that every dish served, was human.
Alana, Jack ... he even fed Abel Gideon to himself. About the only way to truly avoid the risk was be vegetarian.
he kind of sucks as a bf just fyi i suck as a bf but i could at least apologize for some of the crap i put my ex through but maybe he's great in bed and you've got that whole "at least someone can understand me" thing going on with him, i guess you do you
[House has made his own terrible relationship choices, so it's not like he can judge. Mostly he is the terrible relationship choice for other people. So.]
cw: serial killers / cannibalism / mental non-con of a sorts
I'm mentally unstable, not much of a support system for a partner, forget going to parties or social events. I've spent so much time in the minds of the monsters that I have a dark and cynical view of humanity. That minor "righteous violence" kink I appear to have developed. I'm manipulative. I tend to bring my work home with me, which in this case means serial killers follow me like lost puppies and try to kill anyone I'm intimate with.
Anyone who got into a relationship with me would probably find me needy in my brokenness, and not worth the effort as taking down the monsters would always come first.
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