She didn't care what happened to Sherlock. But he did. Of course he did and his fairytale knew that all too well, didn't she. And he didn't care what it took to get them there or who he had to hurt along the way but Sherlock Holmes would have his fall. There was no disputing that. There never would be. And of course people would try to stop him. Or come after them if he did manage to do it. But it was all part of the plan. It all played into what was to come. Because there was nothing they could do to stop it. All puppets in the grand scheme of things. Weak little puppets.
Not her though. He wouldn't be with her if she was weak. Oh she was malleable in a lot of ways. He could give her what she wanted, what she'd always needed. Someone to be there for her. Someone to love her. Someone that would tear apart heaven and hell to keep her safe. Protected. She didn't like being the girl in the glass cage. That's what she said. But she did. She liked it even if she wouldn't quite admit it to herself yet. And he wasn't going to tell her any different.
"You get time with me whenever you want it darling? You know how it works." But oh, no interruptions. And it was true. It was just the two of them and he suspected Emma liked it that way. That and he liked when she said home. And she was being oh so delightfully minxy at him, which he had to admit he was fond of. "You are aren't you? All mine." His eyes seemed to light up at the concept. He liked things being his. He liked possessions, he was always so fascinated by the whole idea of someone that was just for him. He'd finally gone and gotten a live in one. And they were just so interesting.
"Well then dinner can wait can't it?" he said, pulling her toward him forcefully. "Dinner can wait until later. That's what you want isn't it fairytale?" he more told her than asked before pulling her back into a kiss.