The Wolf

Dr. John Hamish Watson. Former army Captain and Doctor. But that's not half the story. (( Werewolf!John Watson. I own no images unless stated otherwise. I will gladly RP with anyone. ))

[wolfwithagun]

Reading Diane Guerrero's book and listening to this track.

[wolfwithagun]

(( Ughhh. I'm sorry for poofing again, guys. But it's been insanely hard to just get on the computer period lately. Still no new laptop. Still have to share it. And it's killing me. I really wish I could say I'll be on more soon, but I really don't know when I'm getting my laptop. All I know is I'll have it before next fall, because I'm doing class then and need it. But that's like forever away. Hopefully it wont be THAT long or I might go insane. ))

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+wolfwithagun

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

Her eyes widened a fraction before she was putting her phone away and taking a step closer to him, “What do you mean you can smell it?” She said sharply, arms crossing over her chest, head tilting a bit.

[wolfwithagun]

Well, that was a good sign. She wasn’t looking at him like he was crazy. So he was right. He wasn’t just thinking it. “Well, I’m not exactly normal either.” He gave her a twitch of a smile, though a rather sad one.

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

“Oh really? How exactly are you different?” Sharlene asked mockingly, wondering if what this man smelled on her was her brand new immortality, or perhaps he could smell Emma on her, whatever it was, she didn’t trust it.

[wolfwithagun]

John paused, looking at her with some unease. He looked around quickly, his tongue moving over his lips in his nervousness. He had no idea if he could trust her. But she was something else, even if he couldn’t explain it. He looked back at her in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly before he took in a deep breath. “I’m a werewolf.”

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

Sharlene raised an eyebrow, finding herself pleasantly surprised, “A werewolf? I don’t believe I’ve ever met one of those before, which is odd considering the incredibly supernatural company I normally keep.” She mused, before crossing her arms, “Now you must explain what I smell like? How on earth do I smell different than the regular human?”

[wolfwithagun]

John frowns, his eyes darting with unease. He let out a breath, unsure how to even answer it. He shook his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. "It's not something I can explain. You just do. You notice these things after a while, even if I don't understand it." He wished he could explain it, but he couldn't, not really. He hadn't exactly smelt anything like it before. It was just... different. 

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+wolfwithagun

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

Her eyes widened a fraction before she was putting her phone away and taking a step closer to him, “What do you mean you can smell it?” She said sharply, arms crossing over her chest, head tilting a bit.

[wolfwithagun]

Well, that was a good sign. She wasn’t looking at him like he was crazy. So he was right. He wasn’t just thinking it. “Well, I’m not exactly normal either.” He gave her a twitch of a smile, though a rather sad one.

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

“Oh really? How exactly are you different?” Sharlene asked mockingly, wondering if what this man smelled on her was her brand new immortality, or perhaps he could smell Emma on her, whatever it was, she didn’t trust it.

[wolfwithagun]

John paused, looking at her with some unease. He looked around quickly, his tongue moving over his lips in his nervousness. He had no idea if he could trust her. But she was something else, even if he couldn't explain it. He looked back at her in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly before he took in a deep breath. "I'm a werewolf."

[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[hellstar-rogers]

Aren’t you the one always saying that I am incapable of being ‘normal’?

[wolfwithagun]

-he pauses before smirking softly- Well, here’s proof I was wrong.

[hellstar-rogers]

…Fair enough. I’ll just assume your holidays were less chaotic than mine. Did you bring Lestrade home to meet the family?

[wolfwithagun]

You go ahead and assume. And no… not yet. Things are just good between us right now, it’s better this way. -he smile disappears and he looks away-

[hellstar-rogers]

‘Just good’ does not sound the same as ‘good’. 

[wolfwithagun]

-he rolls his eyes, giving him a look- That's not what I meant. We are good. It's just been a while since we've been able to do anything. He's been working a lot lately. 

[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[hellstar-rogers]

Aren’t you the one always saying that I am incapable of being ‘normal’?

[wolfwithagun]

-he pauses before smirking softly- Well, here’s proof I was wrong.

[hellstar-rogers]

…Fair enough. I’ll just assume your holidays were less chaotic than mine. Did you bring Lestrade home to meet the family?

[wolfwithagun]

You go ahead and assume. And no... not yet. Things are just good between us right now, it's better this way. -he smile disappears and he looks away-

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+wolfwithagun

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

Her eyes widened a fraction before she was putting her phone away and taking a step closer to him, “What do you mean you can smell it?” She said sharply, arms crossing over her chest, head tilting a bit.

[wolfwithagun]

Well, that was a good sign. She wasn't looking at him like he was crazy. So he was right. He wasn't just thinking it. "Well, I'm not exactly normal either." He gave her a twitch of a smile, though a rather sad one.

[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[hellstar-rogers]

Aren’t you the one always saying that I am incapable of being ‘normal’?

[wolfwithagun]

-he pauses before smirking softly- Well, here's proof I was wrong.

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+wolfwithagun

“What do you want?”

[wolfwithagun]

“I’m sorry..? Do I even know you?”

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

“No and that’s why I’m asking you what you want, unless you’re bothering me for no reason, and if that is the case, leave.”

[wolfwithagun]

“Sorry.” He pauses, his eyes running over her. “There was just something… no, never mind. I apologize…” He gives her an apologetic smile.

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

Sharlene only gave him an unamused glare before turning back to her phone, when he didn’t immediately leave, she raised her eyes back to his face, “Yes?”

[wolfwithagun]

John wasn't sure what to do. He stood and looked at for a moment, eyeing her before he thought maybe he should just go. Before he could she was looking back at him again and he frowned. "You're different. You aren't, well, normal. I can smell it." The words were hushed and quick, his eyes studying her face as he said it. 

[wolfwithagun]

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[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[wolfwithagun]

You aren’t ‘disappearing’. At least act like an adult. And you’d still know. That’s the main reason I don’t want you to. 

[hellstar-rogers]

I’ll act like an adult when my profession is treated like a real career, instead of getting spiteful jabs at every family function.

[wolfwithagun]

That’s what families for, you shouldn’t expect anything else. 

[hellstar-rogers]

You’re not helping.

[wolfwithagun]

Yeah, well, I wasn't really trying for once. It's the truth. Stop thinking that what you have is abnormal. It's far from.

[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[hellstar-rogers]

It loses its charm after the second time. Next year, I will follow you home for the holidays. 

[wolfwithagun]

-he winces, before his eyes dropped- No, you aren’t. I’m sorry, but you aren’t. My family… you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. For everyone’s sake, you aren’t going to meet them. I’m sorry… But you’ll know and there are just some things I don’t want you to know about me, Sherlock.

[hellstar-rogers]

[frowns, sulks] Maybe next year I’ll disappear before Mycroft can find me. And I would behave. I’m capable of behaving. 

[wolfwithagun]

You aren’t ‘disappearing’. At least act like an adult. And you’d still know. That’s the main reason I don’t want you to. 

[hellstar-rogers]

I’ll act like an adult when my profession is treated like a real career, instead of getting spiteful jabs at every family function.

[wolfwithagun]

That's what families for, you shouldn't expect anything else. 

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

+wolfwithagun

“What do you want?”

[wolfwithagun]

“I’m sorry..? Do I even know you?”

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

“No and that’s why I’m asking you what you want, unless you’re bothering me for no reason, and if that is the case, leave.”

[wolfwithagun]

"Sorry." He pauses, his eyes running over her. "There was just something... no, never mind. I apologize..." He gives her an apologetic smile.

[theultimateshowoff-deactivated2]

+wolfwithagun

“What do you want?”

[wolfwithagun]

"I'm sorry..? Do I even know you?"

[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[hellstar-rogers]

It loses its charm after the second time. Next year, I will follow you home for the holidays. 

[wolfwithagun]

-he winces, before his eyes dropped- No, you aren’t. I’m sorry, but you aren’t. My family… you wouldn’t be able to help yourself. For everyone’s sake, you aren’t going to meet them. I’m sorry… But you’ll know and there are just some things I don’t want you to know about me, Sherlock.

[hellstar-rogers]

[frowns, sulks] Maybe next year I’ll disappear before Mycroft can find me. And I would behave. I’m capable of behaving. 

[wolfwithagun]

You aren't 'disappearing'. At least act like an adult. And you'd still know. That's the main reason I don't want you to. 

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[wolfwithagun]

Back home again.

[hellstar-rogers]

It loses its charm after the second time. Next year, I will follow you home for the holidays. 

[wolfwithagun]

-he winces, before his eyes dropped- No, you aren't. I'm sorry, but you aren't. My family... you wouldn't be able to help yourself. For everyone's sake, you aren't going to meet them. I'm sorry... But you'll know and there are just some things I don't want you to know about me, Sherlock.