adamnedsoldier
@Reverie_221B added to library (:
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REICHENSFALLS
“you’ve been staring for the past five minutes. it’s a bit distracting. if you’re going to entertain your internal crisis and growing doubt over the current state of our dynamic, could you / please / do it in a different room?”
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@REICHENSFALLS ; john groaned and threw his head back slightly, pinching the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath. “your mother wanted to know if we were still visiting this weekend, for your fathers birthday. you know, that’s what couples do right? do these things with each others families.” he almost growled, speaking through gritted teeth. he knew what sherlock was like with others, but he was different with john. more human. until they started dating that was. john felt like their relationship pushed them to be strangers rather than romantically involved. “i /do/ care about the case but /youre/ not telling me anything! i’m having to speak to lestrade to find out what your conclusions are. i want to find this girl as much as anyone. did you even bother to learn her name?”
REICHENSFALLS
“eight minutes ago. sorry, what was the question?” sherlock’s tone was flat; distracted. he hadn’t looked up from his microscope for the duration of the afternoon. / barely talking for days on end. / he had warned john about that when they initially met, hadn’t he? besides, this was important. it was for a case. over some dead girl . . . or boy. the gender didn’t matter. it was a dead child, and the culprit remained at large. with an impatient exhale, sherlock tore away from the microscope, leveling a scowl towards john. “i thought you’d at least be / invested / in the case. bit pressing, and judging by your whole caring lark, i assumed this would be right up your alley. so what is it, then?”
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@REICHENSFALLS ; john blinked several times and couldn’t help but frown. “well i asked you a question,” he checked his watch briefly, turning his wrist back over, “about seven minutes ago, and i’m yet to get an answer from you.” johns voice came out sharp and strained, the pair had only been dating a month but sometimes it felt like years. sometimes he wished he never bothered. “i’m not like you, you know. i can’t just push it to one side and ‘delete’ anything that upsets me.”
adamnedsoldier
/ any like gut wrenching sherlock fics out there?
REICHENSFALLS
/ if you get the chance, you should listen to ' après un rêve ' by gabriel faure ( specifically the joshua bell version ) .... it's a french composition about unrequited love in a dream state and it SO sounds like a sherlock composition about john
adamnedsoldier
/ rip john watson, you’d have loved saying no homo tho
happy pride people
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/ sherlock would definitely enjoy heartstopper but not tell anyone until john catches him and they watch it together
REICHENSFALLS
@adamnedsoldier / you're SOOO right and we all know charlie is sherlock's favorite character
REICHENSFALLS
surprised you earned another chance with . . . jennifer ? janeil ? the one with the french name . she seemed quite distraught during christmas .
adamnedsoldier
@REICHENSFALLS / could do something same time ish as this one but they’re trying to navigate a relationship and it’s obviously not going well because it’s sherlock and john??
REICHENSFALLS
@adamnedsoldier / no rush ! do you have a preference for season , vibe , anything like that ??
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@REICHENSFALLS / we can try something new if you’d like! i might be a little slow at getting back still
REICHENSFALLS
sherlock had been . . . wrong. it was a ridiculously humbling realisation that struck him upon returning to london and finding john prepared to propose to a woman at an expensive restaurant. even then, he had persisted, but in the end, he was not prone to denial. things were / not / going to magically return to normal. there was no longer any 221b with john watson, and by association, 221b had grown dark as a bottomless pit. though he was insistent on not letting it show, especially not to john. john, who was getting married and who had asked / sherlock / to be his best man, and how could he refuse? which was how he'd ended up in this situation, sitting cross-legged alone on the sitting room floor, folding a varying degree of serviettes. an indeterminate amount of time had passed, the movements becoming muscle memory, when sherlock finally heard a familiar tread on the stairs. too absorbed in his process, he didn't bother looking up, though his shoulders did tense.
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@REICHENSFALLS ; john was an idiot when compared to his friend but a lot of people underestimated him, especially when it came to said friend. in the two years without sherlock were two of the worst years of his life. a crippling loneliness after years of adrenaline and the chase hit him harder than his return back from afghanistan but then mary came along and things fell back into place. yet there was still a gap. something didn’t feel right when sherlock made his return but john did his best to look past that. with the wedding around the corner and a new chapter of his life starting, he wanted to try and mold the broken piece to fit a little better. john sighed as he looked at the familiar gold knocker of his home and felt the corner of his lip quirk upwards as all the memories of their adventures came back. ‘oscillation on the pavement suggests love affair’ he chuckled as he heard his flatmates voice in the memory, missing the past and felt like he’d broken up with a life that won’t be the same. he shook his head briefly and pushed the door open, making his way up the stairs. he dragged his finger along the wall paper as the memories continued to flood his mind. “sherlock, you’ve not been answering my calls or texts actually- oh, you’ve been busy,” john hesitated and looked over the sea of napkins, he didn’t miss the way that sherlocks shoulders tensed either.
lNTELLECTUS
Family gatherings. Sherlock had never liked them. Once, when he was twelve, he attempted to set the shrubbery on fire to halt the "festivities". He was caught by an uncle he had never met and his mother scolded him. He smiled to himself as he recalled it and sipped on his tea. Rosie had been asleep on his chest and he'd been reclining on the sofa in the living room. He ignored the chatter and bustle around him, friends of his parents and family he didn't know well all mingling and drinking. He supposed it was inevitable, the domestication of his life. Partner, child, commonly quiet days. That's how a man dies his first death, he thought. He didn't mind this death. Not all that much.
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@adamnedsoldier Sherlock was partly surprised that Lestrade would be joining them. Would they be sleeping there as well? Mycroft would probably sleep at the inn. He always did. If he even slept, that was. The vampire of a man he was, Sherlock sometimes wondered if he did human things at all. Sherlock watched as his mother cooed and took Rosie from Mycroft to go clean her up, and offered her a smile as she walked off. Sherlock moved to hold John properly and kissed his head. He hummed thoughtfully and leaned into the kiss to his jaw and went to respond when Mycroft made a noise of disgust. He chuckled and turned to look at his brother, "they don't kiss. They stare at eachother until Mycroft can't stand the contact anymore and Lestrade goes home."
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@TheFatalWoman ; John was cradling Rosie, humming softly to her when Lorna called. “Yep?” He walked through to see her, tilting his head at the look on her face before glancing up. “Oh- I think you owe me something then, my love.” He grinned.