Nov 12, 2021
@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.”