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so the reason we’re never on this blog isn’t because of the lack of muse, but bc we don’t have any drafts, we think? (& because we’re stupid & shit at distributing time to blogs) so….
LIKE for a starter!
HOLMES.
“ perhaps. “ IT’S BEEN A THOUGHT played with for a while, an outing of sorts. something to get his mind off of events, keep it in the now. ( this detective knows better than anyone- the detrimentals of holding fast to old memories. of what was & what could of been. )
“ there’s a new restaurant down a ways from our street. “ A PAUSE, SHIFTING WEIGHT to rest primarily on his right foot. “ i had hoped you would feel up to eating out tonight? “ shoulders rise in a subtle shrug, gaze flitting away from watson briefly before returning.
it wasn’t like him to beat about the bush as he is, avoid the topic for so long (or at all! a confident man with alluring features, denying him of anything is quite the taxing accomplishment.) surely, he knows, he’d go with him anywhere he desired...
so why was he shifting, gaze lifting from the assistant to avoid contact, returning just a moment later. taking so long for the proposal to be said. ...don’t tell him... ‘ there’s no need for you to be so nervous! of course i’d love to. ‘
so the reason we’re never on this blog isn’t because of the lack of muse, but bc we don’t have any drafts, we think? (& because we’re stupid & shit at distributing time to blogs) so....
LIKE for a starter!
HOLMES.
@chainbiting // LUMINARY.
“ Watson. “ HIS VOICE IS SOFT, already contrasting a usually confident tone. Even then, his smile doesn’t drop. Hands fold behind his back, a faux formal stance being put on display.
“ Are you busy tonight? “ DESPITE THEIR ENTWINED SCHEDULES, heavily reliant on each other’s activities– it wasn’t tangled so much so that Holmes completely knew his companion’s activities by heart. Sometimes he needed to ask.
' busy? ‘ his first reaction is that of excitement && curiosity, wondering what would compel the detective to ask. it never mattered that he was busy, work dropped with EASE if so asked of him.
‘ i’ve a few papers && files to sort, but other than that, i’m entirely free! ‘ icy blue eyes stare up to holmes with nothing but light glinting off of them, brightest of smiles plastered on his face, such a warm contrast to cold colored hues. ‘ i take it you.. wish to plan something--? ‘
If you want to keep your suit tidy for these dishes, you might as well take the whole thing off, so you don't get jism on your trousers ;9
‘ aha...? but isn’t that indecent to do in a restaurant-? even in front of HOLMES that’s quite a feat...! ‘
tediivm replied to your post:the names for the kind of dishes that you order...
[ except u like making holmes’ shirts all dirty aPPARENTLY ]
listen..........
the names for the kind of dishes that you order when you wanna get naaaasty
‘ nasty-? so i take it.. they’re dishes that are known for causing a mess? i’m not sure i’ll be ordering it, unfortunately, i like to keep my suits as tidy as possible! ‘
unorthodox flavors like trouser snake or vertical seafood taco
‘ what sort of names for dishes are those..... ‘
watson, are you pretty vanilla when it comes to sausage matters or do you enjoy spicier, unorthodox flavored things?
‘ …. sausage… matters? ‘ hm.. i don’t often cook, but i’ve never tried to put vanilla on meat before! it’d take away from the expected taste, would it not..? make it a bit sweet, as well. i don’t believe many people look for sugary or sweet meat when eating… normally that goes with deserts, no? putting spices on your cooking, however! that is always a grand idea, as long as it’s not too much, i’d say. it can distract from a wonderful flavor. ‘
a short apuse. ‘ …what do you mean by unorthodox flavors, though? ‘
watson how big is your dick
wake me up inside starts playing.
so would you call your situation more of an english breakfast sausage or a german bratwurst?
‘ …. situation? ‘ what a strange way to word it–! well… perhaps it’d help if he knew what IT was, this odd conversation that’s been sparked. a moment of contemplation before the assistant perks, a small ah! leaving him. ‘ i believe i understand what you mean… i’d say it’s more of a crepe! as holmes && i would generally be looked at as enemies from a certain stand point, as well as those mr. victor works for.. but to say we’re so tightly packed together would be giving us all too much credit! we’re a loosely packed set of friends && allies that are blanketed in an enjoyable && comfortable sense of protection && trust! exactly like a delicious midday snack! ‘
how 'big' would you say you were ? c:
‘ ah? well... last time i checked, i stand at about six foot seven inches. over the average, i believe.. but not much taller than any i used to associate myself with. mr. victor is even taller than i am. ‘
we get told to come on & this is what we do amazing
hey how flexible is holmes? : >
‘ how flexible? ‘ ooh.. how anyone would love to know how the detective can bend && squirm! it brings such WONDERFUL memories to his head... ‘ i’m afraid i can’t tell you! it’d no longer be a treasure if i gave it out, now would it? ‘
SIDERION.
deity dips ichor-bled black head in the briefest of courtesies. a tepid response, one reeking of false promises &&. jilted worship, that he receives stirs a mischievous streak within breast. however, such a place is not for one with secrets deeper than time &&. he offers a polite bow at the waist.
❛ a folly on my part. perhaps i have wandered into the wrong place. perhaps luck has deprived me a meeting with the ever famous holmes. ❜
‘ you’ve only missed him by about an hour, i believe, but unfortunately i don’t know when he’ll return to the office. ‘
it’s RARE that the detective && assistant aren’t found together, especially during that of an assignment, but as the world would have it the man needed to play catch up with some paperwork. a smile of reassurance comes to his face, offered with bright, friendly eyes. ‘ i’m not as famous nor as impressive as dear holmes, it does seem that luck isn’t on your side today. ‘
"Have I mentioned that you snore in your sleep? It's almost unbearingly loud most nights."
‘ ehh--?! ‘
to accuse HIM of snoring -- !! HOW ABSURD! to think he’d snore so loud that it would become unbearable.... surely he jests, bringing forth such blasphemy as this! ‘ holmes.... ‘ it’s a soft whine if anything, a bit of a weakened pout that he gives the detective as the name leaves his lips. what a cruel thing to say-! && here he’d wish to be PUNCHED instead -- words are quite hurtful!
‘ you shouldn’t be saying things like that..! i’m sure i don’t snore whatsoever during my sleep, you just refuse to rest! ‘
TEDIIVM.
drearily, bluejay eyes open to the prodding along his shoulder. his head lifts weakly, one arm propped up by his elbow while the other one is curved under his chin as support. sleep still had holmes in it’s clutches, holding him steadfast, shown obvious by the glazed glance given to the assistant.
words are barely registered, nodding along but not quite listening. pushing himself to sit up properly, a mumbled, half hearted protest to his exhaustion being watson’s response. rubbing sleep away from his eyes, trying to jumpstart his own awareness again. ( curse this exhaustion. time that could be spent working seems to be wasted–! )
“ you’ve told me plenty times. “ half hearted protest indeed! he moves to stand regardless, closing the folder that had been a heated interest just a few moments prior.
experience left him positively certain that watson would simply demand to be listened to if holmes cast his worry aside.
stretching his arms somewhat, looking up to the other tiredly afterwards. there, he’s up— but, there’s still a small matter to attend to. something that was likely true considering late circumstances…
“ have you gotten any sleep as well? or have you hidden that from me? “
‘ yet you never seem to listen... ‘
a step back is taken as the detective brings himself to a stand, hands falling to his side with a small HUFF of dissatisfaction. even after all their years of companionship he continues to work himself to the bone, shoved head first into files && papers, despite the assistants constant badgering! it’s become nothing less than a job for him now, but one he can’t help but enjoy.
if he must, he’ll carry this difficult man to bed!!
‘ ....ah? ‘ oh, this cunning little... surely, he’ll be the death of poor watson one day, turning the conversation onto its head like that, forcing him to think of a lie! this isn’t about HIM, now! it wasn’t meant to be -- && it’ll continue to be so! ‘ i had a small nap, but nothing other than that.’ no, he’s kept his eyes open while the moon hangs within the sky, a lookout for trouble that may once again find their office doors (quite the worrier he’s been lately.)
surely he doesn’t think holmes will believe him so easily (he knows better than that; those piercing eyes can see through him any day) but the attempt remains hanging. ‘ come, though--! ‘ && so he speaks once more, before the other can berate him for his hypocrisy. ‘ we should get you to bed, holmes. we wouldn’t want you making any mistakes because of your state of mind, now would we! ‘