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"Does it look like I'm laughing ?'
Stop. Sherlock lifts his eyes to read John’s face, and true to word, he finds not a single crease or wrinkle of amusement. Perhaps he went a bit too far. Did he? Probably. Sherlock straightens, and clears his throat – a tell approaching an apology.
“I didn’t mean to be insensitive.”
He was doing so well ( at least he thought so ), but his next words fell faster than even his verbal filter could salvage.
“But it was a little funny.”
X | CONTINUED
“—H’m?” A hum, one that rumbled IN HIS throat before he had GIVEN IT consent to do so; the sound that no doubt stemmed from an SUBCONSCIOUS MIND that wanted to appear OBLIVIOUS to one’s own ALARMING ACTIONS. But he could not deny the appeasement for long, for IT was far too OBVIOUS. He swayed to John’s front; a complacent RICHNESS IN HIS features, as he turned away from the woman whom had taken her outdated leave. “Oh—I JUST thought that we had learned all that we needed to know. The rest IS J U S T guesswork. SIMPLE - STRAIGHTFORWARD,” palms clapped and rubbed together WITHOUT sound. “Shall we get GOING?” And WITH the QUICKEST OF SMILES, he turned to walk IN the OPPOSITE DIRECTION. [ @hisjiminycricket ]
tagged by: stolen from: @mollv tagging: @bakerstreetsconsultingsociopath @hisjiminycricket @losingsiide @isaidfocus @thesecondmost @mvcrofts @nctanthca @thenewsexy @deadcentred @hiistiger @traiinedassassiin @dcntcount @skullandridingcrop @letshavediinner
//iknowalotofpeopleokay && YOU IF YOU’RE A MUTUAL <3
four similarities between mun and muse:
● couldn’t give less of a shit ● irish ● initials are JM ● hate the world ; want people (+self) dead &&lots more, i could make a list
four differences between mun and muse:
● i haven’t committed that many strong crimes ● not the same age ● he’s well known and consulting criminal, i am jr criminal ● ??? he killed himself; i haven’t yet
@mollv / @doctxrwatsxn / @amanandgoodatit / @hisjiminycricket --- i love u fam. your targets are every damn old man at my branch. they are a creepy plague.
@hisjiminycricket
This was something she was supposed to be happy about. After loosing their last child, she was so lucky to fall pregnant once more. Though the worries from the last loss continued with her, she couldn’t shake them - she still could loose this baby for all she knew. She wanted to smile, jump for joy. But she couldn’t. Instead, she put on a facade of happiness. “Aren’t we lucky?” Mary smiled, trying to hide her worries. She didn’t want John to worry about her.
🎤 : Be honest, what do you think of Anthea?
Send 🎤+ a question or a statement and I’ll record myself answering as my muse ( not accepting! )
MYCROFT IS SO INFATUATED WITH ANTHEA HE CAN BARELY TALK
did mycroft say he loves @nctanthca? maybe. if you listen closely near the end.
[ text; ] this might be the last text i ever send you. ( because angst )
MEME | ACCEPTING
[ Contact: J.W ]
(18:40) John?.. I’m not sure I understand?[ @hisjiminycricket ]
@hisjiminycricket | Rosamund’s letter to John (re; college verse)
My darling,
I know I am the last person you wish to hear from, the last person you want to think of, but when I heard you were to be deployed to Afghanistan, I didn’t want to part on the lasting memory you had of me - especially if that is to be the last time I will ever see you.
First of all, I want you to know that everything I felt for you was real. It wasn’t a lie. I still remember the first time I saw you come into our lecture. You were wearing these, tan coloured chinos, and a grey jumper, a simple scarf wrapped around your neck to keep you warm amongst the cold and harsh English weather. I sat at the back of the class, you were a couple of rows down from me. You had such a focus, you took everything in, learning whatever you could. I was, struck, I suppose you could say. It didn’t take much for me to know you were going to be a phenomenal doctor. I know you wouldn’t of noticed me, but I always took notice of you when you came into class. You fascinated me.
Then there was that incredible night we shared. I didn’t expect, that to happen. But I had no regrets. I usually had never been that sort of girl, or at least I thought better of myself then to not see myself as that ‘one night stand’ girl. Anyway, tangent - you were just, such a gentleman. Now before that, I always thought you were cute, but that made me see you in this whole other way. In the best way a girl could ever see a guy. Who knew cheap pub alcohol and study could do that? Usually if anything, it’s the other way around.
I fell for you, completely and utterly, head over heels. Yes, at the time, I was with Mycroft. If you must know, we’ve now split. I still work with him, but we are no longer together. But during that period of time, Mycroft barely looked at me the way he used to. I felt as if he didn’t love me anymore, if he even did. You wandered into my life at the time I felt like no one would look at me the way he used to. But you did, in ways he never could. You made me smile when I couldn’t, you made me laugh when I wanted to cry, You made me so happy and fulfilled in a time where I felt so empty and without a purpose. The way you held me in your arms, the way you smiled the first time you told me you loved me... I had forgotten what it felt like to be loved the way you loved me. You gave me faith that not all guys were devoid of showing any heart.
I can’t tell you how much I regret not telling you about Mycroft. Every excuse I made, everything I hid... I can’t explain how much I hated myself for doing that to you. I was so scared that if I lost you, I’d end up loosing myself. I was finally starting to remember what loving myself felt like when I was with you, and to go back to how I used to see myself, how I see myself now... It’s not a place anyone would want to be. And now, here I am without anyone. Loneliness is becoming all too familiar of a friend once more because I let my heart get caught between a rock and a hard place.
You’re a good man, John Watson. A brave man. A loyal man. One of the greatest men I have ever met. I don’t think I’ll ever come close to loving another like I did you. Please know, I truly never meant to hurt you. I know what I did was stupid, and pathetic. Mycroft was the first man I fell for, but you were the first man I could see myself in forever with. And that will never change. I left my heart in pieces with you that night, and I doubt I will ever be the same, but alas, I can only hope.
I love you, always. I hope one day you can find it within your heart to love me again too.
Rosamund.
x
