I believe in Sherlock Holmes
The Notes of Captain John Hamish Watson
John Watson. Ex Army Doctor. Blogger. Bartender. Mercenary. I'm fighting His war.

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(On Hiatus at the moment, but selectively RPing based on muse.)
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Independent RP blog, but will RP with anyone. MV. If not Rping with a Sherlock, all Rps are set during Sherlock's hiatus. Can get NSFW.
Apr
hisloyalbloggerjw said:
‘Angst please.’ MEME
shallnotdisappoint replied:

(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

shallnotdisappoint:

Sherlock then hums a composition he once played in music room on a whim when he was alone. Before he met John. He hummed it softly as he shut his eyes, allowing John to lead his hand on his roommate’s chest, to feel his pulse.

John’s heart matches Sherlock’s heath and for a long moment…. everything seems alright.

Just them.

In this moment.

The taller boy watched John’s sleeping figure. Alcohol, fortunately, had kept thoughts memories and thoughts away for a moment. He didn’t know for how long, but he relished the moment of being surreal by watching John sleep.

He gave the boy a good two hours of sleep before he nudged him again to wake up. He didn’t want to, but he knew that John wouldn’t want to miss class again. Sometimes he simply just want to get mad at John for not following him. 

But he knew he just can’t.

"John." He called his name softly as he shook his right shoulder. "Wake up. You need to get some breakfast first before going to class. You might end up late."

"…no… stay…. with you…" John slurs in his sleep, hand automatically clasping around Sherlock’s wrist to feel his pulse point.

"Keep…safe…"

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shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

I apologize. That was a bit snippy. I just… don’t want the past to be involved with you. Mm…

John scrubs his face with his hands and he becomes more opaque, the strain on his body too much for him to use his normal mode of travel.

I feel like I could sleep for days… but I’ll have to deal with whatever Mycroft put in our room first.

If you say so. No need to apologize, either way. He looked at his cuppa before bringing it to the sink. 

Shall we have breakfast first, or would you want to have it finished? He brought a box and it’s in the bedroom.

Clearly enough, the man needed enough rest as he not fully recovered yet. We should meet Mycroft, after you’ve recovered. You’re still unfit for travel, I think.

Eat. I can’t stomach anything right now, but you need the food. I’ll go deal with the box.

At the mention of Mycroft, John sighs.

No… I’ll still go meet him. I have to…. I don’t need that punishment happening again. I was childish before and deserved every bit of it.

John staggers up and sways unsteadily a moment, before limping tiredly back to the room, not liking the emotions coming off the box.

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hisloyalbloggerjw:

John directs Sherlock as calmly as he can, worried more for the angel’s wings rather than the fact that they’re flying.

He can feel each powerful beat of Sherlock’s wings and it sends chills down his body.

The angel followed John’s directions quietly, though despite his calm facade, he knew his wings — or more specifically his right black wing has once again being strained. Sweats on his forehead shows he couldn’t last any longer.

 With his last ounce of strength, he finally managed to swoop down carefully, holding John close as he saw a large tree with a big opening inside. Placing John down, he almost fell to his knees, if not for John. “Let’s remain here for a while. It isn’t safe for you…to be out.”

John holds Sherlock close, a hand resting over Sherlock’s injured wing. His hand tingles as if it were being burned, but he keeps it there none the less.

"Why is this happening?" He whispers to Sherlock, wanting to know what the Hell is happening, but taking one look at Sherlock he just shakes his head.

"Sleep. Rest. I’ll keep watch."

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shallnotdisappoint:

hisloyalbloggerjw:

John’s weight soon joins Sherlock’s on the mattress and he sighs heavily, it not quite a happy sigh.

"Mmmfmmgmmm." He mumbles incoherently into the comforter on the bed.

"Good night to you too, John." Sherlock murmured as he turned, looking at his roommate.

"You’re really such an… interesting person." He couldn’t help but say that. "Your nature, the fact that you’re still with me is really beyond me."

John drapes his arm across Sherlock’s back and yawns, “I’m not anything special. Just human.”

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hisloyalbloggerjw:

blewinonaleaf:

"My mum taught me to play the piano. I sing a bit but not much." She said softly, a light blush on her cheeks. "I can cook somewhat but I’m better at baking. Like cakes and pies." She said with a small smile.

Clara smiled and set her pieces up. “It’s okay. I haven’t played for a bit. No one at the bar likes checkers apparently.” She said softly, blushing a bit.

She waited till he was set up before making the first move.

"Uncultured swine, the lot of them." John replies quietly as he thinks through his move and shifts his piece forward.

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hisloyalbloggerjw:

 

John allows Arcanine to support him as he watches the burning bar be blasted with water by the fire department’s Blastoise.

He breathes a heavy sigh and Arcanine whimpers.

John tugs a treat out of his bag and gives it to his pokemon.

"Seems like it. I’ll just have to start over somewhere else." He murmurs.

John shivers and Arcanine presses closer, a bit of steam coming out his nostrils. “Looks like it’s going to rain.”

Turning a bit towards Sherlock he tells her, “I do apologize for not being to help anymore than I can, but I’ll keep an ear out for more information for you.”

She watched the fire and the fire department putting it out. Shame, she’d best just go home now. She nodded to the man in thanks and she would have left there and then if it wasn’t for her Absol, drawing her attention and more or less telling her to not leave yet.

Sherlock wasn’t one for listening to others but she had learned by now to not underestimate her pokemon and to follow it’s advise. A few second later it seemed to her that it wasn’t as much indicating she ought to stay more so then it seemed that Absol did not want the captain to be on his own.

"I usually would not even propose this, i am not an easy person to be around however Absol here seems rather determined about it. If you wish i do have a spare room you could use" she spoke. 

John’s Arcanine’s ears twitch and makes a grumbly noise in the back of his throat as if it were speaking, but the voice too distorted to be make sense.

"You sure?" He asks the pokemon and Arcanine replies with a lick to the face.

"Well… I guess that’s settled then. If you’re offering. We’d only stay the night, mind you, I don’t want to impose. I hope you don’t mind Arcanine. He doesn’t like to go in his poke ball at all so he might make the space a bit smaller than normal."

John pets Arcanine who happily nuzzles John.

The Arcanine is about the size of a small automobile, his head just a few centimeters above John’s head.

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hisloyalbloggerjw:

John grunts before mumbling, “I don’t need anyone other than us coming in here. This is our space.”

He releases Sherlock’s hand to go to the ensuite so can hang up his clothes.

"True enough." Sherlock agreed. "However, it’s not like anyone would bother themselves in visiting our flat…" Then the conversation he had with Jim when John first arrived came into mind, plus the first hit he did after being clean for so long. "Oh well." Finally he shrugged. "Nevermind."

He laid back to his bed, sighing soon as his back touched the soft mattress.

John’s weight soon joins Sherlock’s on the mattress and he sighs heavily, it not quite a happy sigh.

"Mmmfmmgmmm." He mumbles incoherently into the comforter on the bed.

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hisloyalbloggerjw:

"I know plenty of places. But near here? Closest place I can think of is the main park." John replies, thumb running gently over Sherlock’s skin, despite the firm hold he has on him.

"That’d be fine. As long as we can hide for a while." He held onto John and once again spread his wings and flew in low profile as much as he could. "Lead me to the place."

John directs Sherlock as calmly as he can, worried more for the angel’s wings rather than the fact that they’re flying.

He can feel each powerful beat of Sherlock’s wings and it sends chills down his body.

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hisloyalbloggerjw:

John continues to flinch with each clap of thunder even when they are back in the hospital.

Adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he leads the way to her room.

The detective silently disappeared, off to check on his brother.

The door to Dani’s…

"Zhey can go to Hell." The German growled, throwing the controller aside. She wasn’t going to be able to talk over his earplugs, and wasn’t about to try.

John settles down beside her, sitting in the plastic chair beside her bed. He’s so used to taking this position.

John takes and earplug out and rubs his ear, “I see you’re just about ready to get out of here. Bit nippy out right now but I think later this week you can come back to the flat for some rest.”

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