Private James Holmes

The Other One. The third. Gone too young. Little did they know. ♕Private James Holmes♕ ♕Royal Regiment of Fusiliers♕ ♕Second Battalion♕ {Independent Sherlock OC RP blog. Please read the rules and about page before interacting!)

[littleenolaholmes]

"But Jamie, come on. It will be fun. Also Mummy wanted me to drag you to her place."

[privateholmes]

"Fine... but... okay, so I won't regret it. But... yeah, fine."

[sanguinarydesign]

[text: Handsome Stranger] You're really attractive and I really want to keep seeing you. JH [text: Handsome Stranger] Oh, god, don't read that last message, alright? JH

Send my character a text that was meant for them but they were never supposed to receive.

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Nice to know the feeling’s mutual ;))

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Too late.

[sanguinarydesign]

      Smiling, Dimitri glanced at the other just as he looked out the widow. He took a brief second to admire how beautiful he looked in the moonlight before he forced his eyes back on the road. Hesitantly, he outstretched a hand and grabbed the other’s, stopping him from tapping as he intertwined their fingers. His other hand stayed on the wheel as he made another turn onto a dirt pathway surrounded by forest. “I swear I’m not going to kill you.” He joked about the suspicious scenery. “I just…want this to be special.” That was all he said about their surroundings. In a few minutes, he would tell James to close his eyes as he pulled up to a driveway. He didn’t want the other to see the grand cabin before them just yet. It was a beautiful little place by the lake he found a while back. He figured he’d take the other here and cook for him. Make it seem cozy, and it was secluded enough for them to talk and get to know each other. And the scenery was just gorgeous at night. There was so many possibilities for them here. He hoped James would like it.

[privateholmes]

      The Private's brow crinkled somewhat as they turned onto a dirt path. "Alright..." he replied skeptically. He believed Dimitri, but it was a bit unusual. Rubbing his thumb gently over the other man's knuckles, James watched out the dashboard, even more curious as to where they were going. When he was told to close his eyes, he nodded and did so, teeth biting gently at his lower lip as his hand gripped Dimitri's tighter as a way of keeping himself in reality. He didn't want to have a panic attack on his first date with a handsome man, after all.

[privateholmes]

{5 have found the private}

[sanguinarydesign]

      Dimitri smiled softly at him, relishing in the way those fingertips brushed over his scalp. He closed his eyes, thinking a moment before outstretching his arms and grabbing the other. Pulling the man down to lay down with him, he wrapped his arms around James to prevent him from moving away. “I’m more comfortable like this.” He mumbled softly as an excuse as he lay against the other.

[privateholmes]

James chuckled softly ad he felt Dimitri pulling him down to lay with him. He kicked off his shoes, not wanting to dirty the man's duvet, and curled up next to him, closing his eyes as well. He doubted that he was going to get any rest, but he had to admit that he was comfortable. "So am I."

[littleenolaholmes]

"Oh, come on. Its your birthday, brother dear. You aren’t allowed to be sad today."

[privateholmes]

"I'm fine, Enola. Really."

[privateholmes]

{3 have found the Private}

[fortiusfideli-deactivated201407]

"Well er- yeah, yes— I’m not. I’m not a huge fan of the rain, no. But that’s not your problem." Greg responds, though not unkindly.

However, when the information sunk in, Gregory let out something between an exasperated sigh and a chuckle.

"The youngest brother— returning home, and yet your brothers aren’t here to welcome you back. Figures." He murmurs, running a hand through his hair.

"I used to work with Sherlock rather closely, and as for Mycroft. Well. He and I are—…were. Well. It’s er-…all a complicated story."

[privateholmes]

      "My brothers don't truly care about me. They think I'm an idiot and a burden. Honestly, it doesn't bother me, not much, anyways. It's always been like this. Oh, well." James shrugs, slipping his hands into his pockets.

       "Oh, really? I understand the complications, but, with Sherlock? What's your name, sir? So that I could ask my brother about you, if you don't mind..." his brows crinkle somewhat with nervousness. He doesn't want to scare the other man away.

       "I'm sorry if I'm being a bother. I understand if I am, if you want me to go away. It's just... this is the first discussion I've had with a human that doesn't involve accounting in a very, very long time."

[sanguinarydesign]

[text: Handsome Stranger] You're really attractive and I really want to keep seeing you. JH [text: Handsome Stranger] Oh, god, don't read that last message, alright? JH

Send my character a text that was meant for them but they were never supposed to receive.

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Nice to know the feeling’s mutual ;))

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Too late.

[sanguinarydesign]

      Handsome? The killer could only image the rest of the evening being filled with these little compliments and pet names. He smiled at the thought, then snickered as the other mentioned his sister. He laughed even harder as he imagined the other in a dress and heels.       “If I ever get to meet her, I’m going to ask her for a picture of that.” He murmured, giggling as he made a right turn, driving away from the city and farther north.

[privateholmes]

       "Don't laugh...!" James blushed. "She's two years older than me. Her friends used to think it was hilarious. My mum always took pictures... and... well, you'll see her soon enough. She's always around here, somewhere. She's going to want to meet you," he smiled softly, tapping his fingers against his leg as he looked out the window, curious as to where the man was taking him.

[privateholmes]

{5 have found the private}

[sanguinarydesign]

      Dimitri grinned at the kiss, chuckling as the other mentioned dropping him. His head lolled against James’ shoulder as he laughed, and he sighed as the door opened and he was set down on the bed. Getting comfortable, he closed his eyes, only to open them a moment later. Glancing up at the other with a hazy expression, his previously content smile faltered. “Are you going to leave?” He asked quietly.

[privateholmes]

       James sat down on the edge of the bed, continuing to gently push his fingers through the man's curls. "I wasn't planning on it... you need somebody here for you, and that somebody's going to be me, okay? I'll be right here, or somewhere in this flat. Just call my name if I'm not sitting next to you and you want me. I'll be right here."

[privateholmes]

{5 have found the private}

[sanguinarydesign]

      It was inevitable for Dimitri to wake up during the hoisting and carrying. He was a relatively light sleeper due to past experiences, and really most movement woke him up. Though, the arms wrapped around him felt safe enough to only allow himself to be in a half conscious state. He moaned and held the other tighter.

      “You don’t have to carry me you know.” He mumbled in a half asleep daze, a yawn following short after.

[privateholmes]

       Chuckling, James looked down at the other, kissing his forehead lightly. He didn't know why he'd done so, but he hoped that it was comforting, and not weird. He wanted to continue to see this man, whether as friends or something more, so he didn't want to creep him out their first time together.

       "Oh, yeah? Do you want me to drop you, then?" he muttered. "I don't want to bruise you... you're far too pretty for that," James grinned, carrying him up the stairs and into the bedroom, laying him down on the bed gently.

[sanguinarydesign]

[text: Handsome Stranger] You're really attractive and I really want to keep seeing you. JH [text: Handsome Stranger] Oh, god, don't read that last message, alright? JH

Send my character a text that was meant for them but they were never supposed to receive.

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Nice to know the feeling’s mutual ;))

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Too late.

[sanguinarydesign]

      “Amazing? Why, don’t thank me yet baby. I haven’t done anything.” Dimitri chuckled softly, the noise filling the car with a warm atmosphere. Looking back to the road, he pulled out and began driving to the destination he had chosen. 

      “So…” He began, breaking the silence between them. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

[privateholmes]

       Baby? James blushed softly at the pet name, pushing his fingers through his curls in an attempt to hide the fact that his cheeks were a bright pink. "You've... asked me out... and taken me out. That's more than I could've ever asked for from someone as handsome as you."

       "Well, that depends on what you do know. You know I am - was - a Private. I have two older brothers and an older sister. I get along better with my sister, although she used to dress me up all the time."

[sanguinarydesign]

[text: Handsome Stranger] You're really attractive and I really want to keep seeing you. JH [text: Handsome Stranger] Oh, god, don't read that last message, alright? JH

Send my character a text that was meant for them but they were never supposed to receive.

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Nice to know the feeling’s mutual ;))

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Too late.

[sanguinarydesign]

      Dimitri led the other to his car, pulling away only to open the door and usher the other inside. After the other got in, he paused for a moment, letting out a nervous sigh before going around and getting into the driver’s seat. He hoped he was doing the right thing. 

      “Ready?” He asked as he gently slid his keys into the ignition. The engine purred to life as he glance over to the other, a soft smile on his face.

[privateholmes]

       James followed at his side, his fingers lacing between the other man's. It felt warm, homey, even. As if that was where his hand belonged. He blushed somewhat as Dimitri opened the door for him, climbing in for him with a soft, "Thank you."

       He watched the other man walk around to his side of the car, climbing in as well. "More than ready, truthfully," James admitted with a grin, looking over at the other. "Thank you, again. Really. This... this is amazing."

[privateholmes]

{5 have found the private}

[sanguinarydesign]

      As he was pulled closer, Dimitri couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath. He wanted to cry again, but this time not out of fear. He felt so happy to be held like this. It made him feel warm and safe. God, he’d never felt safe before. Always in alone and in pain. Now though, he just—…He was safe.

      “Th-Thank you. Thank you so much.” He sobbed softly, burying his face in the other’s neck. The car rocked itself a few more minutes before it halted. He was peacefully asleep by then.

[privateholmes]

       James continued to stroke Dimitri's hair, wanting to cry himself. But he had to hold his head high, to pretend as if he was strong, to help Dimitri get happy before he cared about his own well-being. It was a fatal flaw of James', and he knew that - his over-obsession with making everyone around him happy. That, and his loyalty. They could get him killed.

       When the cab pulled to a stop, the Private looked down at Dimitri to notice him fast asleep. He smiled softly and slowly moved to pull out his wallet, paying the driver. He then opened the door and quietly climbed out, hoisting Dimitri into his arms bridal style with a little groan. It was the most work he'd done since returning from Afghanistan. He kicked the door shut and started up the steps to the flat, trying not to wake the other.

[privateholmes]

"Happy birthday to me."

[privateholmes]

wHO PROMOED ME

[privateholmes]

"Well, it's certainly... quiet around here."

[privateholmes]

{3 have found the Private}

[fortiusfideli-deactivated201407]

Such niceness was something of a shock to the former Detective Inspector, and it took him more than a couple of moments to really register and process what was currently taking place.

     “Th-…you—…that’s-….that’s rather. That’s rather nice of you.” Greg finally manages to say lamely before clearing his throat. “…but you don’t need to do that.” Besides, there wasn’t anywhere in specific that he could go. The last thing he needed to feel guilty about was taking a stranger’s money and go riding about London.”

But when the name was mentioned, Greg started, raising his head so that his eyes settled on the younger man in front of him.

     “Did you just— did you just say Holmes?” A brief pause. “… You don’t happen to have two brothers, do you?”

Surely he couldn’t be related to Sherlock and Mycroft. Hell, this kid was too damned nice.

[privateholmes]

"But I should... it's the right thing to do. You seem to hate this rain," James admitted, chuckling softly and looking around. He'd loved the rain, especially recently, after returning home. Afghanistan didn't get any, and Australia got very little. So the feeling of water against his skin was lovely. "Let me, please."

When the still-nameless man questioned his name, though, James' brow crinkled slightly. Had his brothers gotten that well-known in his time away. "Well, yes... Sherlock and Mycroft, both elder than me," he nodded, looking up at the other man. "Is... is there something wrong, sir?"

If the man knew Sherlock, that was no surprise. He'd seen his brother's little blogger's website. They had plenty of people requesting his work. But, since he knew Mycroft, then he had to either know him personally, or be extremely close to Sherlock. 

He then repeated his name, a bit slower, and clearly; "Private James Holmes, sir."

[sanguinarydesign]

[text: Handsome Stranger] You're really attractive and I really want to keep seeing you. JH [text: Handsome Stranger] Oh, god, don't read that last message, alright? JH

Send my character a text that was meant for them but they were never supposed to receive.

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Nice to know the feeling’s mutual ;))

[text: Private Hot Stuff] Too late.

[sanguinarydesign]

      Smiling warmly, Dimitri combed a hand through his hair and let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the other left. He was so nervous, and he didn’t really know why. Was he actually that serious about James? Or maybe it was just a social thing. He shook his head and sighed.

      “You’re very welcome.” Bright viridescent eyes brought their attention back to the Private as the man returned. The moment his gaze met the happy smile on the other’s face, something clicked in Dimitri’s mind, and he knew exactly where he wanted to go. “Shall we then?” He outstretched his arm for the other to grab so that he could lead him to the car. 

[privateholmes]

"Yeah, of course," James grinned, pushing a hand through his curls to get them out of his eyes. He then gently took Dimitri's arm, fingers wrapping gently around it, as he looked around. He wondered where the other man was taking him, but, at the same time, he wanted it to be a surprise. So, he just smiled softly, following behind Dimitri, still shocked that someone actually wanted to date him.

[gammaslamma]

   ”You say that as if you really believe such a ridiculous theory.”

[privateholmes]

"Well, I thought that you were too... posh to even try to tickle me."