Nicholas: Heh, I wrote a sequel. Because when I wrote the original, there were two ways that I wanted to end it. One, the general way you've seen, and this more slashy, dirty one ^_^. I figured it was just like Sherlock to continue a conversation hours later as if they had just been talking about it.
Disclaimer: I'm not that crazy. I'm only this crazy. That? That's all them
Rating: T...talk of violence and murder, implied sexual situations. Could also be slash or het, but was originally written as slash.
"That may well be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me."
"What? About the sofa—?"
"Of course not. That thing you said earlier."
"The thing…When I said I wanted to murder you?"
"Yes that."
"Well…that's because you're a psychopath."
"I'm not—"
"Right, sociopath. Whatever."
"Just think about it though. The perfect murder, you described. And it would be me. How everyone would be so utterly baffled. And it would be you, dear. My perfect murderer, and I the medium underneath those artist's hands, good god, man! You could not comprehend the honor that that would be, what an extraordinarily wonderful way to die!"
"Oh! Is that a gun in your pocket?"
"Can you just picture it? All of those idiots at the Yard, and you'd stand right next to them and it would be like they couldn't even see you, couldn't fathom that it was you that—oh yes…do that again."
"You really are turned on by thoughts of your own death."
"Don't be absurd! That isn't the point. It doesn't matter that I'm dead; it's that you were the one who did it. You! You are the only person I want to ever be responsible for my end, just you."
"Goodness, I…I just…"
"If I'm dying, you must promise to be the one to kill me, or at least the last thing to ever touch me. Promise me!"
"…
"Promise!"
"Y-yes…just, don't…don't stop."
"What the crime scene would look like—absolutely beautiful."
"Are you really talking about this while we're…really?"
"You've yet to shut me up."
"How about I show just how I would end you? You want that?"
"Oh yes, do that. Oh!...nuh…"
