creepin with the sailor next door
Sep. 20th, 2011 11:45 pmIsland life is not as stimulating as life in London. Even with the variety of people here and the strange occurrences, Holmes finds himself feeling idle much of the time, and the lack of food of any substance or flavor or worth has left him quite unhappy and in need of a good, absorbing distraction. The best answer he could think of was to recall some of his pastimes in London and find a way to recreate or adapt them to the island.
Solving a mystery would be difficult. Seeing an opera would be impossible, but acting would perhaps be something doable. Surely there's some pool of talent, but when he begins considering whether he would like to endure mediocre talents, he becomes less excited about the idea. Maybe he could don a costume and wander about the island, pretending to be someone else. Occasionally that yields interesting results.
And from there it isn't a very difficult leap at all as to how he ought to spend the afternoon.
He waits until Watson leaves for a walk with Nell, which means he has roughly 20 minutes at minimum to get together a scruffy outfit not unlike what a sailor would wear own at the docks. It takes him slightly longer to decide how much makeup he ought to apply, how severely he ought to change his appearance. To make himself completely unrecognizable seems... odd, and he isn't sure how Watson would like that anyway. But if he looks just the same, the game is lost.
He leaves his nose largely the same and arranges his hair differently, adds a scar or two, settles on a way to set his shoulders, and gives himself a more weathered appearance. He wouldn't be recognizable immediately, but once Watson identifies him, he ought to be able to see that the man before him is what Holmes would look like had he been a sailor.
After that it's a matter of coming up with a cover story, which is quickly done, and then he must somehow find a way to wait patiently until Watson arrives, testing out his character, selecting the appropriate accent and inflection for his words.
Solving a mystery would be difficult. Seeing an opera would be impossible, but acting would perhaps be something doable. Surely there's some pool of talent, but when he begins considering whether he would like to endure mediocre talents, he becomes less excited about the idea. Maybe he could don a costume and wander about the island, pretending to be someone else. Occasionally that yields interesting results.
And from there it isn't a very difficult leap at all as to how he ought to spend the afternoon.
He waits until Watson leaves for a walk with Nell, which means he has roughly 20 minutes at minimum to get together a scruffy outfit not unlike what a sailor would wear own at the docks. It takes him slightly longer to decide how much makeup he ought to apply, how severely he ought to change his appearance. To make himself completely unrecognizable seems... odd, and he isn't sure how Watson would like that anyway. But if he looks just the same, the game is lost.
He leaves his nose largely the same and arranges his hair differently, adds a scar or two, settles on a way to set his shoulders, and gives himself a more weathered appearance. He wouldn't be recognizable immediately, but once Watson identifies him, he ought to be able to see that the man before him is what Holmes would look like had he been a sailor.
After that it's a matter of coming up with a cover story, which is quickly done, and then he must somehow find a way to wait patiently until Watson arrives, testing out his character, selecting the appropriate accent and inflection for his words.
Holmes is seriously trying to behave
Jun. 30th, 2011 10:11 pmContinued from here.
He bites back another sigh. His mental image of a diagram of the female sex flickers as Watson shifts against him, further confirming that Holmes is rather trapped against Watson. God, but he smells good. With Watson's head against him, his nose is practically in Watson's hair. He catches himself inhaling Watson's scent and abruptly stops, exhaling instead. Giving Watson's hand a squeeze, he directs his gaze to the floor of the bathroom.
"I think after too long I would start to feel like a cucumber in a stew," he says, realizing belatedly that he'd chosen a rather phallic image for himself. He bites the inside of his cheek and starts remembering the various smells, colors, and densities of the mud in London.
He bites back another sigh. His mental image of a diagram of the female sex flickers as Watson shifts against him, further confirming that Holmes is rather trapped against Watson. God, but he smells good. With Watson's head against him, his nose is practically in Watson's hair. He catches himself inhaling Watson's scent and abruptly stops, exhaling instead. Giving Watson's hand a squeeze, he directs his gaze to the floor of the bathroom.
"I think after too long I would start to feel like a cucumber in a stew," he says, realizing belatedly that he'd chosen a rather phallic image for himself. He bites the inside of his cheek and starts remembering the various smells, colors, and densities of the mud in London.
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May. 29th, 2011 01:32 amContinued from here.
"Oh, there absolutely must be some traditional deflowering," he murmurs back, his voice husky, and he settles easily into Watson's embrace. He's already shed his shirt, happy to be free of that layer, and he cups Watson's face in his hand to give him a long, hungry kiss. Maybe it's shameful that they are so eager to tear each other's clothes off, but Holmes doesn't feel ashamed, and they aren't hurting anyone -- save Nell, but she'll be alright out there.
When the kiss breaks, he's breathless, and he finds Watson's ear, taking the lobe between hi teeth and biting softly.
"Should the deflowering commence elsewhere? I'm not sure I'd like to re-deflower you on our sofa. Especially when our sofa is this hideous."
"Oh, there absolutely must be some traditional deflowering," he murmurs back, his voice husky, and he settles easily into Watson's embrace. He's already shed his shirt, happy to be free of that layer, and he cups Watson's face in his hand to give him a long, hungry kiss. Maybe it's shameful that they are so eager to tear each other's clothes off, but Holmes doesn't feel ashamed, and they aren't hurting anyone -- save Nell, but she'll be alright out there.
When the kiss breaks, he's breathless, and he finds Watson's ear, taking the lobe between hi teeth and biting softly.
"Should the deflowering commence elsewhere? I'm not sure I'd like to re-deflower you on our sofa. Especially when our sofa is this hideous."
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Apr. 30th, 2011 12:19 amContinued from here.
He smirks faintly, adjusting to being touched once again, but so far nothing seems to be driving him toward sensory overload. It helps that Watson can amuse him, even now, even when Holmes's heart is racing just a little at entering into something like this now, so suddenly.
"I wasn't quite asking permission," he admits a little sheepishly, his fingers seeking out Watson's ribs and mapping them carefully. Their positions have slid from when they were sitting properly, and Holmes is slightly uncomfortable from the angle; besides, the urge to situate Watson under him is quite strong, suddenly. He finishes their transition from sitting to laying down, nudging Watson down and positioning himself over him.
It's rather enjoyable to have Watson solid and secure and half naked beneath him, the latter not nearly as important as the first few.
"It seems so long ago that we last did something like this," he observes, and he ducks his head to kiss Watson's collarbone.
He smirks faintly, adjusting to being touched once again, but so far nothing seems to be driving him toward sensory overload. It helps that Watson can amuse him, even now, even when Holmes's heart is racing just a little at entering into something like this now, so suddenly.
"I wasn't quite asking permission," he admits a little sheepishly, his fingers seeking out Watson's ribs and mapping them carefully. Their positions have slid from when they were sitting properly, and Holmes is slightly uncomfortable from the angle; besides, the urge to situate Watson under him is quite strong, suddenly. He finishes their transition from sitting to laying down, nudging Watson down and positioning himself over him.
It's rather enjoyable to have Watson solid and secure and half naked beneath him, the latter not nearly as important as the first few.
"It seems so long ago that we last did something like this," he observes, and he ducks his head to kiss Watson's collarbone.
Valentine's Day goes Red Light
Feb. 26th, 2011 12:36 amContinued from here.
Oh, but he likes being the object of that gaze, very much, not to mention the object of such fantasies. He takes a measured breath to keep another, more revealing reaction slip and he lets it out slowly, enjoying the prolonged tension it's produced as he stares right back at Watson. Holmes doesn't generally assume the position Watson's proposing but he certainly doesn't object to taking it when the mood strikes him, and it's striking him now.
"I'm tempted by it too," he says, his voice thicker now. "The table seems most convenient, but we would have to clear it off first. Are we nearly finished eating?" he asks, not without a trace of hope. And perhaps to persuade Watson into being ready, Holmes spreads his legs a little wider, under the pretense of wiping his fingers against the napkin laid across his thigh, and he may stroke his fingers against his leg a little more than strictly necessary.
Oh, but he likes being the object of that gaze, very much, not to mention the object of such fantasies. He takes a measured breath to keep another, more revealing reaction slip and he lets it out slowly, enjoying the prolonged tension it's produced as he stares right back at Watson. Holmes doesn't generally assume the position Watson's proposing but he certainly doesn't object to taking it when the mood strikes him, and it's striking him now.
"I'm tempted by it too," he says, his voice thicker now. "The table seems most convenient, but we would have to clear it off first. Are we nearly finished eating?" he asks, not without a trace of hope. And perhaps to persuade Watson into being ready, Holmes spreads his legs a little wider, under the pretense of wiping his fingers against the napkin laid across his thigh, and he may stroke his fingers against his leg a little more than strictly necessary.
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To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.
Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.
To be honest, he isn't sure what he'd been waiting for; perhaps he was trying to see how long he could last without kissing, or clinging, or betraying his desire in any overly forward way; or maybe he was waiting for the both of them to be bared to the waist, so that when he finally gave in, they could begin right away with the honey aspect of this.
Regardless of what he'd been waiting for, it appears as if the moment has arrived. Certainly he can't negotiate himself into waiting longer. He reaches for Watson, sliding his hand into his hair, and pulls him in for an unapologetically passionate kiss.
'Verse: The Return
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:54 amThis here is a master post for all things relating to this 'verse that Jessie, who plays ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
armydoctor, and I have started up. It imagines the life of the Holmes and Watson we play at the Last Resort rp if they were to suddenly find themselves back where they left off in canon. That is... with Watson back in London believing Holmes to be dead, and Holmes back in Tibet being, for all intents and purposes, dead. This complicates matters considerably when you consider, in the Resort, they've begun to consider themselves married.
The idea began in this thread somewhere where Holmes and Watson themselves consider this future and discuss a few solutions before putting it out of their minds.
It continues here:
1. Continuing Good Health, with Watson and Mycroft.
2. A Question of Identity, with Holmes and Sigerson.
3. Waiting, with Watson and Mycroft.
4. The Return, with Holmes and a few other identities.
5. The Real Return, which turns into Adventure of the Empty House, and then into lunch with Mycroft (played by Jessie).
armydoctor, and I have started up. It imagines the life of the Holmes and Watson we play at the Last Resort rp if they were to suddenly find themselves back where they left off in canon. That is... with Watson back in London believing Holmes to be dead, and Holmes back in Tibet being, for all intents and purposes, dead. This complicates matters considerably when you consider, in the Resort, they've begun to consider themselves married. The idea began in this thread somewhere where Holmes and Watson themselves consider this future and discuss a few solutions before putting it out of their minds.
It continues here:
1. Continuing Good Health, with Watson and Mycroft.
2. A Question of Identity, with Holmes and Sigerson.
3. Waiting, with Watson and Mycroft.
4. The Return, with Holmes and a few other identities.
5. The Real Return, which turns into Adventure of the Empty House, and then into lunch with Mycroft (played by Jessie).
The Return
Sep. 26th, 2010 01:26 amso sup again
Jessie wrote a third part. Watson waiting around like a WIFE for Holmes to come back.
But then no one gets any word from Holmes/Sigerson anymore.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??????????????????????????????????
hint: it doesn't involve double rainbows
( Holmes wakes up, tasting copper though his throat is dry, so dry, and his head itches, is sweating, and the sheets are scratchy, uncomfortable. )
Jessie wrote a third part. Watson waiting around like a WIFE for Holmes to come back.
But then no one gets any word from Holmes/Sigerson anymore.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??????????????????????????????????
hint: it doesn't involve double rainbows
( Holmes wakes up, tasting copper though his throat is dry, so dry, and his head itches, is sweating, and the sheets are scratchy, uncomfortable. )
A Question of Identity
Sep. 24th, 2010 10:55 pmso in this thread holmes and watson were like wow, it would really effing suck if we showed up back at home right where we left off.
because where they left off was with holmes in tibet on the run and watson in london believing holmes to be dead.
and then because she's awesome jessie wrote this thing where watson finds out through mycroft that holmes is alive. because holmes sends a coded telegram. you should probably read that before you read this thing i'm posting.
because i'm posting the companion to that fic.
this is holmes waking up in tibet after his time at the last resort.
( Waking up alone in an unfamiliar room alone, without Watson, isn’t the most disorienting moment that morning. )
because where they left off was with holmes in tibet on the run and watson in london believing holmes to be dead.
and then because she's awesome jessie wrote this thing where watson finds out through mycroft that holmes is alive. because holmes sends a coded telegram. you should probably read that before you read this thing i'm posting.
because i'm posting the companion to that fic.
this is holmes waking up in tibet after his time at the last resort.
( Waking up alone in an unfamiliar room alone, without Watson, isn’t the most disorienting moment that morning. )
You can dance if you want to
Jul. 27th, 2010 01:24 amWho: Holmes and Watson
When: The night of the party~*~
Where: The location of the party
What: Holmes and Watson get their booties to the dance floor.
( It had taken some convincing from Watson before Holmes had agreed to attend the party with him. )
When: The night of the party~*~
Where: The location of the party
What: Holmes and Watson get their booties to the dance floor.
( It had taken some convincing from Watson before Holmes had agreed to attend the party with him. )