The madness within;

How does it live, I hear you ask? How does this poor, pathetic specimen survive in today's harsh and irrational world? The sad answer is "not very well". Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering buggo! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this any other response would be crazy! [An OC BBC Sherlock RP Blog, but I am open to anything. FC is Chris Martin. Both mun and muse are of age.

[sonofcrime-deactivated20131104]

Liam might have growled in annoyance if it was anyone but Christopher. “Main course AND one side” he insisted further, that being his final offer. It was becoming slightly harder to be as firm as he was being with a calming feeling washing over him from the touched. “Not hard? Have you seen those hethans? They never sit still and if they do it’s because they’re in a dead sleep.” The prince huffed and rolled his eyes now. “Forgive me if I was caught up in enjoying your return. We’ll get to the ocean soon enough, after you eat your lunch.”

[entirelybonkerswatson]

"I'll try", he replied noncommittally, knowing fairly well his limits. At the following remark, the youngest Watson simply huffed a laughter, shaking his head from side to side in a theatrical manner. "They're only babies, Liam", he chastised lightly, always the protector of the little hounds of hell -- regardless of how they were growing up to be almost taller than his knees. Still, Christopher's expression softened a bit a the final statement and he whirled one strand of dark hair around his index finger while he closed the distance between their faces to press a chaste kiss on the criminal's lips, taking advantage of the momentum to rest his forehead against Liam's. "Don't be a liar, prince o'mine. You've barely talked to me since I returned."

[fractioussam-deactivated2017010]

Damn you, Whishaw.

[entirelybonkerswatson]

Liam narrowed his eyes at the way Christopher reacted, showing that he wasn’t amused as well as that Chris wasn’t getting out of it no matter what he said or did. “I don’t particularly care if you don’t see a point to it, but the fact is that your body needs sustenance to be healthy, and you will see to it that it has ample nutrients.” He was possibly being firmer than was necessary, but he wasn’t giving him an inch to run with. Even when his fingers reached the nape of his neck which was often known to calm him, his voice became softer, but his stand on the matter didn’t. “No. You’ll eat a main course and two sides before we even start packing. Besides, I need to get the pups ready to go anyhow. We can’t leave them here alone.”

"I am healthy", he stated matter-of-factly, the roll of his eyes seeming only fitting to the situation at hands, although it'd only take a second glance at his appearance to know otherwise. An inconspicuous sigh followed the act as Liam remained unyielding, his shoulders sagging down by a few inches as he slowly accepted the prospect that he'd have to give in. Partially. "One main course and that's all", he insisted, avoiding the criminal's gaze as he followed the peeks of pale skin amidst strands of dark hair with his eyes; Christopher's nail gazing the warm skin beneath the criminal's mane as he traced his way back to the superior part of Liam's skull. "And that shouldn't be that hard, prince. Come on. You claimed summer was your favourite season and yet we stayed home all month. I want to see the ocean."

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[sonofcrime-deactivated20131104]

It wasn’t troublesome at all. In fact, he sort of liked the intimacy it provided, coupled with Christopher’s fingers wandering into his hair as they so often did. “That’s perfectly acceptable,” he murmured before he leaned up to place a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re eating a full lunch before we go, though…and that isn’t negotiable. It’s my terms and conditions.” Chris had forced him to be healthy in the past when he’d gotten sick, even if he hadn’t wanted to, and this was payback no less. Actually, it was more of returning the favor because he knew that unless he took care of his Watson, then no one else would.

[entirelybonkerswatson]

The youngest Watson fiercely scowled at that, scrunching his nose at the prospect of having to eat a full meal; it seemed pointless to him, really. In his point of view, he'd be fine as long as he had Liam with him. "And what would a full lunch entail, exactly?", he asked in a duteous fashion, all to eager to leave London behind, his gaze shifting to his fingers amidst Liam's hair -- which he moved gently throughout his scalp, calmly reaching the nape of the latter's neck. "Can't I eat once we get there?"

[sonofcrime-deactivated20131104]

Liam sat in his armchair, left leg folded over his lap as he re-read his favourite book by Niccolo Machiavelli. He was lost in the pages and the words of such an intellectual man, and he hardly noticed Christopher moving toward him. When the book was pushed aside and Chris moved into his lap, he tilted his head, but didn’t speak. Instead, he waited for Christopher to tell him what was on his mind, and when he did he simply offered a nod. “The lighthouse? Or…somewhere else?”

[entirelybonkerswatson]

The realization that he was considerably taller than the other male crossed his mind at some time, but considering how thin he was -- either the result of lack of nutrition or the undergoing stress --, Christopher found hard to believe his position in Liam's lap was anywhere near troublesome. He even shifted a bit, enough to be able to look down at those familiar eyes and bring a hand up to the raven waves, calmly threading his fingers into the dark strands. "I don't really care where, just, anywhere but here."

[entirelybonkerswatson]

Christopher had been uncannily quiet since morning and such odd behaviour had not changed throughout the day, his gaze slightly glassed as he stared at the distant wall while his fingers played with some imaginary piano keys on his thigh. He fiercely scowled as his mind seemed to cross a specifically hard path and his nose wrinkled a little, some substantial hint of liveness finally reaching his ocean hues as he shifted them to where Liam was sitting. 

Calmly, he pushed himself up and crossed the room, unabashedly pushing the book aside to claim the criminal's lap. "We should go elsewhere."

[entirelybonkerswatson]

Maybe we're is falling apart and this could be the end of everything. They say we live in deeds, not years; that we should count time by heart throbs. That'd mean that I'm a billion thousand years old. It'd also mean you're my Big Bang, except I'm not like the universe, I'm not expanding further. I'd like to believe I am, that I'm growing up, growing more savvy; but if anything, I'm recoiling in fear. I mean, a lot about being in love has to do to being afraid, doesn't it?

But then again, you don't seem afraid of anything. Sometimes I don't know if that's fruit of courage or of sheer ignorance. 

Sometimes I'd wish you were afraid. At others, I'd pray I could be a little more brave. Still, things stay the same and it doesn't make any sense, anything. I can't shake the feeling that we're different human beings at every dawn that brights our sheets.

That is, when you are there, lying next to me. Those mornings are the worst; my bones always ache when you're not near. 

They also say that one cannot smell their own scent, and now you're probably wondering if I had been taking my meds or not. I took them today, but I've just been thinking: life would have no meaning if I couldn't smell you. You smell like the first day of summer vacation; like adventure. 

Maybe that doesn't make any sense. I don't know. I just really love you.

[thekidwiththegun]

El posted it first

Blame her

She brought on the feels first and you just made it worse

[entirelybonkerswatson]

El is always giving me the feels.

I should have known better.

It's her fault then.

[thekidwiththegun]

No, that was just uncalled for

My wounded feels, it burns

This is your fault

[entirelybonkerswatson]

You brought this upon yourself.

By posting a picture of Liam.

With babies.

[entirelybonkerswatson]

thekidwiththegun replied to your post: I’ve been thinking a lot about the day we first...

((DID I GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO TWIST MY FEELS LIKE THAT? NO I DID NOT, MISSY. GO IN THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST DID))

... It's your fault.

[entirelybonkerswatson]

I've been thinking a lot about the day we first met, and how it's starting to look dim amidst all the mayhem taking place inside of my brain. I remember it being really... simple. Like leaves swirling down in a fall day. I remember playing to you. I remember you crying. I remember falling in love right there, in front of the piano, and feeling like that was it. For the rest of my life. You, me and a piano. 

Well, the piano was always near, but a lot happened in the meantime. I don't think I understand half of those events, I don't think I want to, and the half I do understand still rips shivers out of my spine up to this day. It was all just very cold, like the winters you despise with so much fervor. The funny thing is -- I used to love this season.

Now, I'm not so sure. Like I'm not sure if you're going to come back as each day comes to an end, or where your mind truly rests while you gaze at the screen of your laptop. 

I just know I love you. 

Please don't go away. 

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[disguisedbones]

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