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entrancelogs2012-05-04 07:51 pm
was_a_soldier) wrote in entrancelogs2012-05-04 07:51 pm
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Who: John Watson and ANYONE
Where: fields near the hedge maze
When: Friday, Late Afternoon
Rating: PGish, for angst and endless possibilities?
Summary: Happy Reichenbach anniversary, everyone! John's not in the best of moods, to say the least. Feel free to poke him!
The Story:
[John lay sprawled in the grass by the hedge maze. He'd escaped there soon after he'd thrown some half assed excuse to Sherlock about needing some air a few hours ago. Spooked by the idea that if he'd lingered he'd be fair game for the detective deduce away about the bags under his eyes or the way his feet shuffled in anxiety over not knowing what to do, where go to, because how the hell did he wrap his mind around this because...
Because of this day.
A year, exactly a year to the day since Sherlock jumped.
John supposed he should find solace in the knowledge he'd gained about the detective's suicide since arriving in Wonderland. That his friend, his best friend, had jumped not out of some unseen depression, but the desire to protect. He knew he should, also, feel silly for mourning over someone who was very much alive here in Wonderland. And he did. He was supposed to be over this, banished away when Sherlock told him it was unnecessary soon after they'd been reunited. ]
Bollocks.
[The doctor sat up, overcome with the urge to shoot something. Instead, he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, and took a deep breath of spring air. It shouldn't hurt. He was being silly and sentimental and ridiculous. He needed a distraction.
Where was a Jabberwocky when you needed one?]
Where: fields near the hedge maze
When: Friday, Late Afternoon
Rating: PGish, for angst and endless possibilities?
Summary: Happy Reichenbach anniversary, everyone! John's not in the best of moods, to say the least. Feel free to poke him!
The Story:
[John lay sprawled in the grass by the hedge maze. He'd escaped there soon after he'd thrown some half assed excuse to Sherlock about needing some air a few hours ago. Spooked by the idea that if he'd lingered he'd be fair game for the detective deduce away about the bags under his eyes or the way his feet shuffled in anxiety over not knowing what to do, where go to, because how the hell did he wrap his mind around this because...
Because of this day.
A year, exactly a year to the day since Sherlock jumped.
John supposed he should find solace in the knowledge he'd gained about the detective's suicide since arriving in Wonderland. That his friend, his best friend, had jumped not out of some unseen depression, but the desire to protect. He knew he should, also, feel silly for mourning over someone who was very much alive here in Wonderland. And he did. He was supposed to be over this, banished away when Sherlock told him it was unnecessary soon after they'd been reunited. ]
Bollocks.
[The doctor sat up, overcome with the urge to shoot something. Instead, he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, and took a deep breath of spring air. It shouldn't hurt. He was being silly and sentimental and ridiculous. He needed a distraction.
Where was a Jabberwocky when you needed one?]
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There may not be a Jabberwocky, but there is certainly a ginormous jerk on the horizon. How's that for distractions? ]
Wow, what a lazy piece of shit you are.
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If it isn't his smallness, John Watson! You smell like quite the conundrum today.