#james | john

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@rainbowmuses​ (john watson)

“I had that dream about the fish men again.” He pinched at the bridge of his nose as his head was tipped against the back of the sofa. “You know? the one with the galleon with all the barnacles? I just... I don’t know.” James cracked an eye open to look at his friend. “What does it mean? It’s like I’m stuck in a horror movie version of Muppets’ Treasure Island. And then there was this woman when I went to the coffee shop earlier.” His expression grew tight when he thought of the look on Elizabeth’s face, how hurt she’d been. “I hope you’ve been having a better time of things, John.”

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@rainbowmuses (john watson)

James gave his friend a sheepish wave. It had been sometime since he had last seen him, kept busy by his approaching thesis deadline and Elizabeth. "I feel like I've spent the entirety of the past week in the library." She sighed as he sat down, settling back in the armchair. Of course, there was the elephant in the room that was their last conversation, and the subsequent changes in his and Elizabeth's relationship that he knew John would feel entirely too smug about.

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@rainbowmuses (john watson)

James reached down to unclip the lead from the harness, not that Banquo ever went to far — he always seemed to glue himself to James's side. "Thanks for coming out with me, John." He threw the tennis ball, the little dog charging after it. "How are things with you and Sherlock?" He knew that John would ask after Elizabeth, no matter how much James wished that he wouldn't.