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Many thanks to Donovan for installing Snapchat onto our phones when we had to run off after a criminal. Bloody cruel, now Sherlock can bother me at work in full colour. JW
Oh don’t pretend like there isn’t benefits, John. SH
Right, like getting photos of body parts or your latest experiment every five minutes?? You want to know what would be the cause of things, look it up. I’ve got plenty of my old medical books from university laying about. You’ve used them before you can use the again. JW
Don’t be ridiculous, John. Why would I do that when I can just ask you? SH
Sorry to hear about your da, love. Going through something like that, it’s very likely that you would have teams related to alcohol. And while anxiety is not something that we can just control, or even bloody pretend it runs by the laws of logic, you can.
When you start feel a bit triggered try and take a few deep breaths, look around, see the present. We can’t escape our pasts, the best we can do is try and not let it ruin our now.
And if your attacks are frequent perhaps it’s best you not drink for a bit, volunteer to be the DD or some sort along those lines. However, if it’s only every now and again, ask a friend for help coping. I can promise you they care more about you, than being drunk.
You can always message us. And I hope this helps. JW
…it’s always the cheeky ones who feel the urge to reply. SH
I do not shave for Sherlock Holmes. JW
Yes, you’re quite the quick learner. SH
Please, let me preface this by saying when Sherlock returned every wound that I had tried, and failed multiple times, to mend within myself reopened. I was hurt badly by his betrayal. Sherlock knew this, but I don’t think he fully understood the extent, as i’ve said before he can be naive at times. After reintroducing himself into my life at my dinner with Mary, he pursued me further, and at every turn.
My frustration, hurt, and to be completely honest, heartbreak finally reached a boiling point when he found me at the clinic. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t tell you my exact words, but to generalise I told Sherlock that he had left me, and he should have remained that way. My words left me before I could stop them, before I could so much as think on them. But Sherlocks face, that is something I will never forget. To this day I believe that I was the first one to shoot Sherlock in the chest, before Mary ever could, in a way she never could. JW
John is the Over-Romanticising writer, something I can’t ever hope to accomplish so you’ll have to excuse my rather brief explanation to this question. I spent three weeks working on a case, it was an artfully done crime. So little evidence, complex, difficult. It was a waiting game unparalleled to the normal calibre of the cases I take on. I worked tirelessly, and waited as the game usually insists. It was in that blurring passing of days into weeks, clues weaving themselves into faulted theories that it happened. A new scene, much like the others, but with a twist. Evidence, enough to put it all to an end and secure my victory.
Unfortunately, Johns sickness (a petty cold) tore that from me in the time it took to sneeze. I was…vicious to him. I ranted, yelled, accused, screamed even. I even demanded that he leave, never bother during a cases again.
Redemption took weeks. I am thankful for Johns forgiving nature. SH
Argumentative. Open. Flamboyant. JW
Physical. Funny. Delectable. SH
All sex with John is wonderful, Oral sex is no different. In fact we have experimented quite grea SH
Shut up, Sherlock. JW
No! Just shut up. JW
Grey and Beige button down incased in a maroon cardigan. Both of which complimented perfectly by grey trousers and a simple leather belt. SH