Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Starryy Skiies]

Moll giggled, blushing. "Only because it's you." She poked his chest and hoped onto the counter. "Have..you ever made pancakes before?" The pathologist asked, raising an eyebrow.

[Spike20096]

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"Not that I remember...If I have, I've deleted the memory." Sherlock said in a monotone voice. He walked over to the lower cupboards, and brought a large bowl out. Sherlock placed it next to where Molly was sitting. He rested his hands next to her knees, placing his weight in them. Sherlock moved in closer to Molly, while he leaned against the counter. "Have you?"

[Kanaria]

(( Wedding bells are ringing, and while one half of Rostrade, that is... Gregson... Pfffttt... is emboldened and ready for the upcoming union, our blushing bride is more confused and upset then ever. The Eleventh Doctor had gone to talk to her, and had found her on top of a cabinet. She called him dad, but he was unable to clarify what she had meant by that, when the Master started hurting Xavia. Hearing her cries of destress, Roger went to save her. She did, and proceeded to rough the Master up a little, unaffected by the drums. Xavia left, crying before the big reveal. The Master hadn't been just a little unfaithful, but somewhere along the line had an actual kid, though it's not clear how distantly related Roger and he are. Roger went to go find Xavia, and now after a brief chat, Xavia's going back to her room.))

Roger looked after the bleeding dragon girl. What would cause a person to go back like that? It was puzzling. Roger frowned, then realized it was something cheezy. It must be love, right? That girl loved him enough to go back to him after that. Roger sighed, looking down at her hands. Did she love Greg enough to suck it up, wear a dress, and endure the nerves of a wedding. Roger gasped slightly, tears springing to her eyes as her hearts beat out a resounding yes. She jumped up, looking to Xavia. "Thank you," She called, then dashed off. She had a wedding to get ready for.

[Starryy Skiies]

(All hail the King/Queen of recaps. Lol.)

Molly giggled, blushing at Sherlock's closeness. She shook her head at his question. "No, I don't think I have. Mum did, but she never let me help because I always too much of a mess."

Xavia took a steadying breath, and pushed open the door. "Kos?" She called softly, timidly entering the room.

[Kanaria]

((I'm thinking we settled that issue at the beginning of this RP. But, king sounds better, and honey, you should see me in a crown.))

Koschei had moven himself to slouch against the wall, as the pain that girl had inflicted on him passed. There was a chance, he supposed, that she was in no way related to him, but her resistance to the drums, and then how she had reacted where strong indicators otherwise. Also, seeing as he had had a child, or maybe a few more, who really kept track of their offspring? It was more then likely she was. Crap, Xavia was going to kill him. Even if he was... Like that, she would still kill him if she had found out.
He looked up at Xavia, his brown eyes clear of every emotion. If she was going to leave, he wasn't going to stop her.

[Starryy Skiies]

(Wonderful use of the quote.)

Swallowing thickly, Xavia crouched down by the Master. She looked him in the eye for a moment before throwing her arms around him in a tight hug.

[Kanaria]

((I'm having to much fun with this fandom.))

Kos was surprised by the hug, though it actually was hurting him because of the force the girl had used tho throw him to the ground. "But, Xavia, why?" He asked.

[Starryy Skiies]

"Because I love you." Xavia whispered, pulling back slightly. "But if you ever do that again, I will beat you to a pulp." She wagged a finger at him, blood tricking down the side of her head and neck.

[Kanaria]

Kos raised a trembling hand to her head, but dropped it before he touched her. "Oh." He said softly. "Xavia, I'm..."

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia sighed, closing her eyes. "It's alright." She whispered, trying hard not to flinch away when he reached a hand out.