#experimcnts

[shrlxcked-a]

plotted  starter  for  @experimcnts​

DATES  WEREN’T  EXACTLY  SHERLOCK’S  FORTE,  but  he  was  willing  to  do  whatever  it  took  to  make  Molly  Hooper  happy. 

They  sat  on  the  settee  together,  having  a  glass  of  champaign  while  some  dreadfully  boring  movie  played.  He  was  pleasantly  tipsy,  just  ever  so  slightly,  enough  to  feel  more  at  ease  in  what  was  an  otherwise  unorthodox  situation  for  him.  He  could  smell  the  borderline  overwhelming  scent  of  candles  burning,  various  herbal  scents  lingering  all  about  her  flat  and  mixing  up in  the  air,  burning  his  nostrils.   

She  had  certainly  dressed  up,  despite  his  prior  asking  her  not  to  do  so.  A  short  dress,  and  clearly  uncomfortable  underwear  judging  by  her  consistent  shifting  and  scratching  at  the  hemlines.  He  had  elected  not  to  bring  it  up,  didn’t  want  to  spoil  the  mood.  Being  an  obnoxious  arsehole  could  use  a  day  off  from  time  to  time.  But  oh,  how  lovely  she  looked  -  hair  hair  loose  and  curled  up,  a  modest  lip  gloss  and  amount  of  makeup.  He  had  to  admit  he  appreciated  curls  on  her.  

❛  You  didn’t  need  to  dress  up.  I  told  you.  ❜    he  spoke  in  a  low,  throaty,  sultry  voice  - his  lips  just  a  gasp  away  from  her  ear.     ❛  You  can  just  be  yourself,  Molly.  Next  time.  Alright? ❜

#mollv #experimcnts #╳⦁ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ CLEAN. ╱ ❨ verse: main. ❩

[unecrth]

When  he  thought  about  this  (    and  he’ll  be  honest,    he’s  thought  about  it  a  lot.      Steve  has  gotten  used  to  goodbyes,    both  said  and  sudden,    and  considering  how  he  feels  about  Tony  .  .  .      Of  course  he’s  thought  about  when  it  will  be  their  turn    ),    he  had  been  hoping  they’d  be  together.      He  had  always  been  convinced  he  would  go  first,    has  made  jokes  about  his  old  age  and  how  after  one  hundred  plus  years,    it  just  made  sense.      He  wanted  it  to  happen  in  Tony’s  arms  so  of  course  it’s  when  they’re  countries  away  from  each  other,    team  stretched  too  thin.      The  groans  and  shudders  of  the  building  that  had  already  collapsed  over  him  tells  him  he  has  little  time  and  it’s  with  shaking  hands  he  takes  off  his  gloves,    presses  a  finger  to  the  comm  in  his  ear  not  because  he  needs  to  but  because  it  feels  right.      He  switches  to  the  private  channel  before—    ❝  Tony?  ❞      Is  it  what  he  knows  is  coming  that  makes  his  voice  that  soft  or  the  slab  of  concrete  over  a  part  of  his  chest,    his  legs?

@experimcnts​ (  Tony Stark  ).

#enjoy the pain. #𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 : threads . ⧽ — — my shelter in the storm. my war is over. #𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 : timeline . ⧽ — — i’ve been seeing all that you’ve done. #𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 : tony . ⧽ — — and you quiet the voices in my head. #experimcnts

[perfectmetaphore]

@experimcnts wanted a starter for Flint. 

When had it happened, he wonders, this new AGREEMENT between them. After the escape from the cursed Urca gold, the fight to gain the crew back, an entire clusterfuck of misfortunes and dumb luck, all mixed up in an outcome he’s certain neither of them had expected. But, as it turned out, all, well mostly, in their favor. 

For now, there’s a certain ‘ strained ‘ peace aboard of the Walrus. One Silver is certain will break before long, almost like a bad omen. Something is brewing, and he isn’t sure he likes it. 

However, the crew seems to have started taking a liking to him finally... the majority at least. It’s a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Now, the pending question is where he stands with his Captain. 

The air feels cool and gentle against his forehead, calming, and putting a damper to his far too hot skin. Stress, anxiety, even the stupid DULL ache in his ribs, everything all at once swaying his thoughts away from sleep, tearing him back to reality without much rest. 

‘ How the hell did I end up here? ‘ A phrase that keeps popping up in his head more often than not as of late. 

Torn from his thoughts, he watches a silhouette move towards him, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he waits for the Captain to join him. 

“Are you stalking me, Captain?” 

His smirk is tired and voice far too rough to show any hint of mischief.  

#experimcnts #[ THE WALRUS ] #[ FLINT ]

[crimesolved-moved]

𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒'𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, but something about it told him that it wasn't just something funny on the news or Twitter. ❝ What's wrong with you, why is your face like that ? ❞ he demanded briskly. Eying John Watson with a curiosity as he moved past him to reach his coffee. ❝ What has you in such high spirits this early in the morning ? ❞

@experimcnts / 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝘩𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑜𝑛.

#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 / experimcnts. #experimcnts #experimcnts / john watson. #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑡 / main canon: bbc. #𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛 / ritchie au: modern. #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 / threads. #/ closed starter.

[mollythepathologist]

Plotted started for @experimcnts (Elizabeth)

Molly Hooper had spent her life between two roles. The first being that of the dutiful daughter, and the second, a passionate student. While her parents lived they had provided her with the best tutors, with all the books she could ever ask ,and in return - she simply had to mind the boundaries of her sex. Parties, gowns, gossip, and a lack of formal scientific study. She had all the skill, but none of the prestige.

She loved her parents deeply, and was heartbroken when they passed, but with time - the ache lessened and her yearning for freedom took hold once again. A woman of society with an inheritance as large as her own had no shortage of suitors. If she had wanted, she could have had a perfectly adequate life as a wife and mother, but Molly could have never settled for such a gilded cage. No, in the end she decided that a life of freedom was well worth the risk.

So, she settled her parents estate and took off to the sea. Yet, finding a ship willing to take a woman on board was more difficult than any high society game. She’d put out advertisements and sent letters to any respectable ship she could find - all to no avail. In the end, there was no other choice than to don trousers and choose a new name. Overnight, she became Malcolm Hooper, a sawbones seeking any vessel that could float. The binding was a bit difficult to get used to, but she did find the trousers a great improvement.

Suddenly, there came a great need for someone of her skillset. She’d taken meeting after meeting with as many captains as she’d ever seen, but few could offer her a quarter of her own and fewer still that seemed decent folk. Sitting in the corner of the tavern, Molly crossed yet another name off her list. She had but one more meeting that day, with a Captain Swan - though Molly was less than hopeful she’d find a ship before the end of the week.

#experimcnts #I hope this is alright! #I wrote and rewrote this starter like a dozen times before I settled on this #let me know if I need to change anything!

[spacetrekked]

@experimcnts​​ said:  "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭." / 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍

𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧, ❝ You think so ? ❞ he asked with a casual tone under his breath. He never knew when he was being watched, so he had to always play it safely. If he looked too alarmed, it might catch Marcus' notice. It was bad enough that Molly had to suspect someone infiltrating the servers and copying and changing data --- but as the man actually guilty and serving as confidante to her, it meant he needed to be extremely delicate.  ❝ It could cost you you're career if you're wrong, be careful. You don’t want to be thought of as a wave maker, Section 31 is hardly fond of those who make waves. ❞

#𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / john harrison. #𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 / star trek. #𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 / threads. #experimcnts #𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 / experimcnts. #experimcnts / molly hooper. #𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 / queue. #𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 / kelvin timeline. #uhh i have no icons yet so....

[freckledboss]

“I don’t know how I feel about this cappuccino white for the wall color, what do you think?”

@experimcnts​

#experimcnts #here you go c:

[storyweaved-moved]

“ 𝑠𝑜, 𝑤𝑒’𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑐𝘩, 𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒... ”  Irene mused, her jacket slipping off her shoulders and onto a nearby chair --- before moving across the cosy but stylistically minimalist flat that was the latest of her hideaways and slinking over onto her french sofa. Kicking off her heels as she lounged comfortably.  “ Open up the wine and perhaps then we might be at the part where you finally tell me why you’ve tracked me down. As much as I’d enjoy entertaining the idea that you simply missed my company --- a dead man doesn’t typically make leisure calls. ”

@experimcnts / 𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑚𝑒𝑠 (𝑏𝑏𝑐)

#experimcnts / sherlock holmes. #experimcnts #𝑠𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 / irene adler. #𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑦 / bbc sherlock. #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑠 / threads. #/ closed starter.

[shrlxcked-a]

@experimcnts​       ;       molly    hooper

it    had    been    nearly    eight    months.       rehab    was    a    brutal    experience    that    sherlock    never    wanted    to    go    through    again.     now    out    for    nearly    a    month,     readjusting    to    normal    life.      day    in    and    day    out    was    an    exhausting    effort    to    remain    in    control    of    his    body    and    mind.      he    had    learned    mindfulness    techniques    from    therapy,      using    them    to    remain    grounded    in    moments    of    panic    or    when    experiencing    cravings.     the    trauma    still    fresh,     the    knowledge    of    what    his    childhood    and    life    had    been    --     still    shaking    him    to    his    core.      he    would    always    be    an    addict.      till    the    day    he    would    die,      that    identity    was    stuck    with    him    --    he    had    learned    that    the    sooner    he    could    come    to    terms    with    it    and    manage    it,     the    better.       throughout    it    all,     only    one    thing    seemed    to    really    be    missing.

           molly    hooper.

finding    the    courage    to    arrive    on    her    doorstep    had    taken    the    entire    month    he    had    thus    far    been    out    of    rehab.     obsessing    through    what    he    should    say,      trying    to    determine    what    might    be    the    best    course    of    action    to    win    her    back.     but    as    he    stepped    onto    her    door    stoop,    clad    in    his    usual    suit    and    coat,      nothing    was    on    his    mind.      he    had    no    plan    down    his    sleeve,     no    grand    scheme.     he    wasn’t    typically    a    ‘ let’s    just    see    how    this    goes ‘     type    of    man,     but    in    this    case,     he    had    realized    that    molly’s    love    wasn’t    a    prize    to    win.     he    had    to    do    what    scared    him    most,     and    the    very    thing    that    had    been    so    difficult    for    him    in    rehab    and    therapy:     he    had    to    bare    his    very    soul    to    her. 

he    gave    a    solid    three     knocks,      and    sucked    in    a    sharp    inhale.      held    it    in    his    chest    until    the    sound    of    the    doorknob    being    turned    caused    him    to    deflate,     exhaling    sharply    and    trying    to    shake    any    identifiable    distressed    expressions    from    his    face.

#experimcnts. ; verse 1 — the addict. [ sherlolly ] #experimcnts

[unecrth]

𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘, @experimcnts​ ╱ continued from here.

Finally,  they  can  find  some  common  ground  and  settle  before  any  major  argument  really  broke  out.  The  night  was  stressful  enough;  neither  of  them  needed  any  additional  tension.  Tony  deflates  at  the  comforting  hand  laid  on  his  shoulder,  gives  Steve  a  smile.  Watching  Gaea  kiss  the  taller  man,  before  she  pays  him  the  same,  sweet  gesture.  “You  have  nothing  to  apologize  for,”  he  says,  and  pulls  her  into  a  tight  hug.  Chin  resting  on  her  shoulder,  eyes  closed  for  a  little  while.  “I  trust  you.  I  trust  both  of  you.  If  you  say  you  were  careful  with  it,  then  I  believe  you.  And  I  can’t  wait  to  see  the  house  in  person.”  A  kiss  to  her  cheek  and  he  leans  back,  a  smile  on  his  face.  Tony’s  honest  about  it,  he  truly  believes  they  can  make  it  out  of  here,  alive  and  well,  and  live  the  rest  of  their  lives  in  freedom  and  peace.  They  only  need  to  last  through  tonight.  To  win.  “Ready  to  do  this,  babe?”  This  question  is  directed  at  Steve,  his  eyes  glinting  with  confidence  and  anticipation  to  kicking  the  demi  god’s  ass.

Their  disagreements  usually  don’t  end  up  going  so  well  but  Steve  is  happy  that  this  has  resolved  itself,��   if  only  temporarily.      They  can  hash  it  out  more  after  this  final  match,    after  they  win  (    anything  else  is  out  of  the  question    ).      Freedom  is  so  close  he  feels  like  he  can  taste  it  and  he  cups  the  back  of  both  their  necks,    closes  his  eyes  as  he  bends  down  so  all  their  foreheads  touch.      ❝  This  is  it,  ❞    he  says,    instead  of  answering  the  question.      ❝  This  is  what  we’ve  been  fighting  for  all  this  time.      Our  freedom.      A  taste  of  fresh  air  and  getting  as  far  from  The  Underground  as  possible.      The  life  we’ve  talked  about  and  what  all  this  time.      Whatever  happens  after  this  happens  but  we’re  going  to  keep  our  eyes  on  the  prize  and  walk  out  of  here  together.  ❞      Gaea  will  never  have  to  leave  them  behind  again.      Straightening,    he  smooths  his  hands  down  both  their  backs,    nodding  at  the  brunette.      They’ll  talk  strategy  when  she’s  not  around.      He’s  ready  when  Tony  is. And  Gaea,    for  her  part,    exhales  shakily.      Death  isn’t  on  the  table  but  maybe  the  loss  is  worse.      The  three  of  them  are  all  in  cages  and  this  feels  like  the  first  step  towards  actually  getting  out  of  them.      She  can’t  help  them  once  the  fight  starts.      Can  do  nothing  but  sit  and  watch,    yell  and  hopefully  be  heard  when  she  tries  to  encourage.      She  never  feels  so  defenseless  as  during  these  matches.      ❝  I  know  we  like  Thor,  ❞    she  says,    receiving  a  quizzical  look  from  the  blond,    ❝  but  I’m  going  to  need  you  both  to  fight  him  like  you  don’t.  ❞

#𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐀 : threads . ⧽ — — and i choose to love you it’s sincere. #𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐀 : underground . ⧽ — — we break the chains all by ourselves. #𝐆𝐀𝐄𝐀 : steve & tony . ⧽ — — how it feels when it’s meant to be. #𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 : threads . ⧽ — — my shelter in the storm. my war is over. #𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 : underground . ⧽ — — we break the chains all by ourselves. #𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 : gaea & tony . ⧽ — — how it feels when it’s meant to be. #experimcnts

[masterstrange-closed]

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍’𝐒--- 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓. The only blessing was the medicine he’d received not too long ago starting to kick in. His head was unclear, foggy as his eyes adjusted on the figure of--  “ Tony ? ”  his words forced out, as he tried to hide his surprise and relief at seeing him there. Things had been, strained since their talk. Victor having brought past things to light and long overdue conversations. He was surprised Tony would have come here at all. “ What happened ?  Last thing I remember, I was in my study going over--- ”  The spell scrolls. Something had to have happened when he was trying to use them to learn and modify those ancient spells. His eyes then registered the calendar behind him --- November 1st, his birthday. Had he really been out for two days ?

@experimcnts​ requested a birthday starter

#experimcnts #experimcnts / tony stark. #𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 / experimcnts. #𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 / threads. #/ closed starter. #𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 / nebraska au. #𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 / main canon. #𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 00X / into the unknown.

[disasterlibrarian]

‘ yes , yes , yes , i do like you . i am afraid to say the stronger word . ’ / From Rick~

Evy set down the book she’d been reading and looked up at Rick in surprise. Did her ears deceive her, or did he just admit out loud that he was afraid of something? Somehow, that meant just as much to her as if he’d actually said the “stronger word,” as he put it. 

“That’s all right. It’s enough to know you’re thinking it.” She knew how he felt about her; the way he’d kissed her outside the ruins of Hamunaptra made it clearer than any words could. “I’ve never used that word myself with anyone outside of friends and family, so it’s a relief to know I’m not the only one who’s hesitant,” she admitted, then added with a tender and slightly sheepish smile, “But I like you, too. Very much.”

#experimcnts

[crimesolved-moved]

❝ 𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤, and eating it later... ❞ Sherlock pointed out indignantly, his fingers quickly sneaking past to swipe a bit of the icing she was evenly applying. ❝ Besides, it is for me after all --- isn't it ? Doesn't that mean I should get a say in this ? ❞

@experimcnts / 𝑚𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟.

#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑒 / experimcnts. #experimcnts / molly hooper. #experimcnts #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 / threads. #𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑡 / main canon: bbc. #/ closed starter.

[mollythepathologist]

@experimcnts for Mycroft

“I think it’s amazing that so many cultures harbor similar beliefs about the dead!” she exclaimed, fingers pulling at the delicate pastry on her plate. “The Etruscans would even recreate the homes of the deceased so that their spirits could be comfortable.” she continued, pausing only to chew and swallow the ruptured bit of scone. “It’s a bit sweet, don’t you think?” she asked, eyes moving to focus on the man before her with a look of soft curiosity. 

It was a little strange to discuss anything more than Sherlock’s latest antics with such an intimidating figure, but Molly found him - and their conversations, rather lovely. He was well educated, articulate, and he always picked the best cafes. 

#experimcnts #Mattered most // Series 3⤝✿⦙