#sparklock

[strellux]

When your girlfriends are both nonchalant

[sniperwithasmoke]

sparklock replied to your post: Listen to me, Doctor Watson. You need to flee. Out of town, out of country— it doesn’t matter. Take the gun. And don’t you dare use it to blow your own brains out. -MM

Shit. -MM I wasn’t going to send it to him, Seb, I swear. It never crossed my mind. I was just venting. That’s all. -MM

You say that like your excuses'll change my mind. -SM

Here's a hint, Morstan, they won't. -SM

[sniperwithasmoke]

Listen to me, Doctor Watson. You need to flee. Out of town, out of country-- it doesn't matter. Take the gun. And don't you dare use it to blow your own brains out. -MM

Not entirely certain he'll get the message, love. Not entirely certain you'll be hearing the plans before they happen any longer, either. -SM

[sniperwithasmoke]

got your asks. I’m headed to work, but yeah you can work on a starter if you like :)

[doctorjwblog]

Watson reporting. I'm alive. A broken rib and dislocated shoulder, but I'm alive. What do you mean everyone else? Over. -JW

[sociopathsidekick-blog]

Misery Loves Company, part 6

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John couldn't remember the last time he actually started a conversation with someone. It must've been years since he actually felt like having a chat with another person. Back in the day, before the death of his flat mate, he never had much trouble starting a conversation, not even with pretty women. But he had given up on doing so, until today. He observed the lady, her smile, her beautiful eyes, and listened carefully to the words that left her mouth. 

So they had a similar interest; books. Could there be something else they had in common? Couldn't hurt to try to find out, now that he got this far anyway. He gave her a smile as she introduced herself. "Mary...", he repeated after her. "D-do you come here often? I've never been here myself, I just figured it'd be a good place to wait for the snow to pass and enjoy a nice, warm cup of tea."

Of course, he left out the part where he didn't want to go back to the flat, just to sit there alone in silence, to wait until the day would finally end. You just don't say such things to people who are practically strangers, especially not to people who you're trying to impress. He wasn't sure why he wanted to do so, why he actually cared about her opinion or approval, but he did. 

He thought it would be a good idea to try his tea again, just to avoid staring. After thinking about it, he felt like he should take back his words. The snow wasn't such a horrible thing, without it, he would have never entered this coffee shop. Meaning, he would have never met Mary. Maybe she would have to leave soon, and they would only talk for a short amount of time, but it felt good to have something nice after such a long time of waiting for something to happen. 

[sociopathsidekick-blog]

Misery Loves Company, part 4.

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He felt rather surprised to hear the lady respond, to say the least. He didn't expect that to happen, perhaps maybe a quick smile, but she actually replied to him. John couldn't help but laugh softly as he noticed he woman was ranting about the book. It was rather cute, he thought. Even though he felt a little nervous, he decided to turn his chair so that he could face her properly.

"Well...it's in my top three." he spoke with a smile, but this time, a real smile. "I've only started reading about a year or two ago. Figured it would help me kill time", he added with a nod. He tried not to think of the lonely days and night he had been through, desperately seeking something to focus his attention on, anything at all, as long as it got his mind off of things. 

"You should definitely read the second part when you're done. It's even better than this one." He picked up his tea cup and took a sip, testing if the temperature was alright. After putting his cup down again, thinking it was still a little too hot for his liking, he studied the face of the pretty stranger in front of him. Would it be weird if he introduced himself? For some reason, he felt like he wanted to, like he had to. Before he knew it, he reached out his hand to the lady. "John Watson." 

[sociopathsidekick-blog]

Misery Loves Company, 2.

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John was wondering around in the cold, noticing the streets were almost completely empty, only a couple together with a child in sight. He struggled through the snow with his cane in his hand. He almost wished he wouldn't have gotten the day off, at least he wouldn't have been in this situation that way. After checking the time on his cellphone, he decided he didn't feel like going home. Whatever was left of his so-called 'home'. He wouldn't dare to use that word anymore to describe the flat, knowing if he went there, he'd be all alone once again. 

After scanning the area quickly, he noticed a nice looking coffee shop. He wondered if he would seem desperate if he went there by himself. After arguing about it for a while, he figured it wouldn't be too crowded anyway, since most people would be at home because of the horrible weather. He remembered the conversation he had with his therapist, where he had discussed exactly this subject. 'You have to try it someday.', she had told him. Today would be that day.

He walked over to the coffee shop, and opened the door, allowing some falling snowflakes to follow him inside as he entered. After quickly making his order, he looked around the room to search an empty table. He started making his way to an empty seat, balancing his hot tea carefully, but stopped as he recognized the cover of the book the unknown, beautiful woman was reading. "It's good", he said out of nowhere with a smile, giving a slight nod to the book she was holding. He cleared his throat, thinking she'd probably think he's a creep for suddenly talking to her, and finally sat down at the free table.