( sherlock ) contact post

[consulting]

[ CALL | TEXT | VIDEO | ACTION ]

Comments

Re: ACTION.......... MAYBE..........

[enarms]

[ christ. christ christ christ god damn it.

John's all struggling limbs and a shaking head as Sherlock speaks before he had the time to process his presence and react accordingly, and for an odd transcendent half second he can almost see the pool at his front and feel the just-shed weight of a jacket primed to blow him to kingdom come at his back. but this isn't the same as then. the stagger's the same - but he's pushing up this time, not stumbling down, and the weight and culprit of his fall are different completely.

although perhaps maybe not. at the end of the day, the carpet's been pulled out from under his feet just the same. the pattern of the weave be damned.

pressed against the wall on unsteady legs, John drags a breath in. stills himself. takes a second to prepare the John that they're both more used to dealing with - it doesn't really matter if he spends some obvious time. Sherlock knows the lie already, he's seen the fall (or at least the aftermath), John's just offering the courtesy of putting them on more stable ground.

besides, as the John Watson without a care in the world, he doesn't need to have this conversation. as the John Watson without a care in the world, everything's just fine. as that John Watson: ]

What? [ the Johnsuit's dragged on. John winces, sucks in a loud breath through grit teeth, brings a hand up to his head. ] Jesus. I think I must've eaten something funny. I've been off all day.

[ running away isn't something he does lightly, but he's not (all that used to being scared) a big fan of self-destruction for self-destruction's sake, either.

we can still walk away. let's please. ]