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post Reichenbach AU - lost and found again
Apr. 6th, 2014 08:12 pmThe day of his funeral had been cloudless, but the day she had visited his grave, the rain had come. For a half hour it was a misty drizzle, but as time passed it became a steady downpour. Irene's hair had become lank and plastered to her forehead and water had snuck into the gap between her collar and coat. She had stayed there for over a hour watching the raindrops smack against the freshly chiseled letters, forcing and willing and demanding herself to accept the hardest thing she'd had to face in a long time.
He's dead.
He is dead.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
Reading the news in the papers had been enough of a shock, but that hadn't convinced her. Words were easily spun to the benefit of the writer or the speaker, and falsifications could make it into the news all the time. But gradually as paper after paper continued to report the same story in different wordings, her curiosity rose higher and higher. It was a trip back to London that forced her to come to terms with the truth. Falsifying a publication was one thing, but falsifying a tombstone - well, that was another league of its own.
It had taken time, but she had come to accept that he was gone.
That didn't mean her life had stopped its moving. Irene Adler couldn't stay in one place for too long, for she was still on the run from the past - the decisions she had made were powerful ones and the consequences just as much so. Keeping herself safe meant moving often, from one continent to the other if necessary, whatever it took to stay ahead - and to stay alive.
For the present time, her home was Berlin. The Schlosshotel Im Grunewald was proclaimed to have luxury rooms, and anything that had been built in 1912 with the purpose of being a residential palace surely had to have its perks. Irene Adler had taken up residence in one of the luxury suites, boasting a private living room and a more than comfortable bed. Berlin itself was cold but the room was warm and pleasant. The only chill was the iciness that clutched at her heart now and again.
