Status: Just a piece of a Sherlock fanfic that's been floating around in bits on my laptop for a while. Maybe posting it might help me. D:

Elusive

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Aria Royale seems like your average young woman. She's calm, down to earth, always smiling, and never anything short of friendly. There isn't much to be said about her, but plenty can be derived through the grace she carries herself and the manner in which she interacts with strangers. Aria, although genuine and kind, hides more than you know behind her placid demeanor.

She comes off as an open book, but oftentimes, she is intentionally vague or very personal. You know what she allows you to know; you do not know what she does not want you to know. Most everyone thinks that they know her like the back of their hand when in reality they know nothing at all. That seems to be Aria's gift: an illusion of familiarity and a habit of building mirrored walls that refract her image and bend the truths.

"Who are you, Aria Royale?"

"I'm whoever you think I am."