entranceway | [video]

Entry tags:

[video]

Sorry, this is so overdue, I was dealing with an... incident.

[If anyone notices him brushing his fingers against his neck absently, pay that no mind... he's just remembering where his neck was slashed open.

He clears his throat awkwardly, drops his hand and continues, expression growing concerned.]

...In any case, I'm looking for a young boy named Conan. He was injured quite badly the other day and I was... interrupted while treating him.

Has anyone seen or talked to him? Is he alright?

I owe him an apology.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Sherlock spies on John. Luckily, he doesn't even bother to pretend he doesn't. It's just what he does.

So when he sees John, he can't help but roll his eyes theatrically. His video conversations with Bela are... amusing.]

'Dial down your charm'?

...How--

[Of course, thread stalking.]

Oh, shut up.

[He's fighting an embarrassed smile, though.]

Evelyn was quite displeased with me not letting the residents of Wonderland know they had a criminal mastermind living among them. I wonder if I owe the female populace the same consideration in warning them of the potential threat of sexual conquest by the charming Captain Watson.

Says the only person who's shared my bed with me since I've arrived.

[Sherlock freezes, blushing up through the tips of his ears before clearing his throat and making himself busy with the network.]

Well... Perfectly sound counterpoint, I suppose.

[When Sherlock freezes, so does John, the implication of what he's just said hitting him and he looks away with wide eyes as if asking himself 'why the hell did I just say that?'

But, noticing the charming flush is on his friend's usually pale face out of the corner of his eye, he can't help but grin a little, a triumphant feeling bubbling in his stomach.]

...You have been telling me to be more observant, after all.

That's hardly observation. I'd honestly be worried if you didn't know it was me in your bed.

[He has to clear his throat again. Dust. Something. Sure.]

Unless you're referring to your deduction that Ms. Talbot is a 'lovely woman'.

I was actually speaking fluent sarcasm, there, but whatever works. I think it'd be hard to confuse you for anyone else casually, let alone in bed.

[...Why the hell was he still going with this topic? He should stop before he gets them into more trouble then simple deletion will allow, like the kiss and the instance after the Hogwarts event. He mentally kicks himself as he looks away again.]

Anyway...

You'd know. But yes.... Anyway.

[He pokes at some more threads. Social research. Totally not using the handheld device as a reason to not look over at him while he waits for the blood to drain from his head.]

She's receptive. And available.

[He stares at the other man, flexing his left hand a little as he considers what Sherlock is saying.]

...You're... encouraging me to ask her out?

[Considering the kiss, the peck on the cheek, the hugs and the fact they've slept in the same bed a couple of times, this is a little unexpected.]

[Sherlock shrugs, keeping his attention still on his networking deice.]

Why not? You were dead. I was under the assumption a life affirming roll in the sheets was customary.

Edited 2012-07-17 16:52 (UTC)

[John lets out a sharp laugh in surprise.]

What? No! Why would I-- I'm not that type of bloke. Besides, Sherlock, you've hated all my girlfriends, why the sudden insistence I have a primal one night stand in celebration of my revival?

[He paused, then cleared his throat.]

Celebratory pancakes were enough.

[In 221B, with Sherlock.]

No one said it had to end after one night. Besides which, I didn't hate your girlfriends, I just thought they were annoying and distracted you from me.

[Sherlock smirks a bit about the pancakes.]

If I'm wrong about Bela being your type, my appologies.

I'd hardly know if she's my type, we've barely talked over our communication devices, let alone in person.

Besides, I'm--

[Oh, better not go there, Watson. If Sherlock is suddenly supportive of you getting together with a random woman after you and he have shared a kiss, it might be a good indication that he's not interested--relieved physical contact post death aside.

He frowns in confusion , ducking his head and kicking at the ground.]

...What's this, then? Suddenly Mr. Matchmaker? You want me to be distracted from you now?

[Sherlock shrugs.]

Well, it might make it less awkward if you weren't exclusively having sex with me. Though really, I suppose events could have you paired up with nearly anyone if we leave that as the basic factorization.

[His face goes bright red from his neck to the roots of his hair and he sputters a bit.]

Sherlock, we're not even having-- we only had sex when we were a couple in an alternative reality. I don't think that counts as us having sex 'exclusively.'

...

And if that event truly put you off that much, I'm sorry. I didn't exactly have control over what our Hogwarts selves got up to. Sorry for the fact that my magical self enjoyed snogging your magical self, must have been quite awkward for you to deal with now that you're back to reality and thinking straight.

[This hurts, more then he'd care to admit, so he can't help being a bit clipped in response.]

[Sherlock blinks... he must have miss stepped somewhere... and really, he's not entirely sure he knows where.]

'Put me off?' Put me off of what exactly?

Put you off being with--

[He paused, considering the other man before setting his jaw.]

You know what? Nevermind. I get it.

Edited 2012-07-18 04:07 (UTC)

[..being with John. Oh.

Stupid]

John... that's not what I meant.

[He's turned away to distract himself with something--probably making tea.]

It's fine. Lets just forget about it, okay?

We forget about a lot of things. Or we say we do, anyway.

[He frowns at nothing in particular.]

[He laughs shortly under his breath, humorlessly, busy making tea.]

That's true, isn't it.

[Not really a question.]

[Sherlock gets up and joins him in the kitchen.]

It's not your fault. You didn't initiate this.

[He frowns, turning to finally look at the other man again. Because the kettle's boiling and he just has to wait, not because he wants to look at Sherlock or anything.]

Initiate what?

[Sherlock leans in and kisses the corner of his lips as he did once before, when he was a twenty year old version of himself.]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

Re: [Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]