With what, Sherlock?
My faith in your abilities comes from months of finding messes of literally all kinds around this flat. I would say it’s well founded.
I leant on something hot by mistake. Really, you are ridiculous.
And what did you spill on it this time? Or rather, what did you stick yourself with?
Your faith is astounding really, John.
I simply burnt myself; not exactly a reckless act.
Perfect for kinetic movement, perfecting aim, and getting attention.
I’ll leave you to your deducing.
-J.W.
Dead bodies. How thoughtful.
Thank you. -SH
Recent Clients
((John stop it you are not allowed that high up.))
Sherly: I dislike animals; I don’t see any to favour.
Jai: … I on the other hand adore canines.
We both refuse to pick favourites because I love various blogs because of various reasons, and Shery is playing the “People bore me” card.
Sherly: I prefer anything that doesn’t class as din or noise.
Jai: My iPod ranges from Disney to death metal.
Sherly: Non-fiction.
Jai: … Fluctuates. Crime / Fantasy
“Sherlock…” It was a quiet whisper, the kind that reverberated in the depths of his mind and clawed into that breach that made it lucid. He gave a name to the voice, gave it ownership and physical appearance.
“John…” Was his response, the mental telepathy that was so common in dreams.
The figure of his short friend smiled, prompted by something unbidden as he walked closer to Sherlock.
“You look well…” Idle conversation that had no meaning. Sherlock tuned out John’s words, letting his eyes roam over the figure of his friend, a figure that was simultaneously familiar and alien.
It was when the paradoxical hand moved, brushed so gently across Sherlock’s groin that the detective paid heed to the previously silent words of the figure before him.
“You want it. You can’t deny yourself base pleasures… Just give in, allow yourself a distraction. It can even be a reward…” John purred, hand rubbing a little more forcefully on the front of Sherlock’s trousers, moving closer so their fronts were nearly touching.
He could feel the stirring primitive touch of arousal at the edge of his mind, prowling on the edge of his subconscious and dancing on that fine line between lucidity.
((This one I feel bad for because it’s my fault.
I just, lost it for our thread. I couldn’t think of responses and it all felt forced. It’s on a hiatus for now just in case, but we’ve not plotted anything else really.
That’s about it.
We’re still pals, so it’s not like I hate that whore of babylonc: ))
GET OUT BABYLON
Sherlock regarded his friend with a casual eye, turning back to the book clasped between long fingers with full intention of reading it. When John’s hands gripped the front of his jacket, dragged him and smothered him in a kiss, Sherlock found himself frozen, surprised and taken aback by the situation enough to simply stop.
When John moved away, Sherlock did the same.
“I see. Well… don’t ah… don’t worry.”
…
Me and you or him and him?
Because I like both.
Both is good.
Yes.
I OWE YOU KISSUS
blackeyedbasher replied to your post: OOC
you hang out on tumblR BUT IN A DRESS/SUIT
loyalbloggerwhowaits replied to your post: OOC
[people all dressed up on tumblr, asking various people to be their dates, and reblogging pictures of each other. OR IC YOUR CHARACTERS DO PROM TOGETHER.]
askanthea replied to your post: OOCjust put a picture up of you in a dress.
