punchmeitssubtext: (I will tolerate this touching.)
Sherlock Holmes ([personal profile] punchmeitssubtext) wrote2012-02-01 09:58 pm

ladies and gentlemen, the most awkward february 14th ever

Sherlock Holmes did not, as a general rule, remember birthdays or favorite colors or even a handful of the major holidays. His concept of time was skewed and his understanding of interpersonal relationships relied almost entirely on biological markers and verbal cues. He hated parties. He hated people insisting on traditions. He hated the assumption people made that holidays meant you automatically violated your own privacy and spilled your innermost thoughts.

And yet.

And yet here he was at Angelo's, watching the thin icicles on the window-frame shimmer in the headlights of passing cars.

This is mad, John had said, that first morning after, and he couldn't disagree. It made him a little angry, almost, a little upset that his own comfortable view of the world had been so skewed by a single outside influence.

But it still felt better than the drugs or the cigarettes or even most of the case work.

So he waited.
fighting_northumerland: (downward/deep thought)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes you--" John started, before the ever-present soldier awareness kicked in. Code. But why-?

"For what?" John asked, softly. "You're the one taking me to dinner."
fighting_northumerland: Martin Freeman from BBC's Sherlock series (Default)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Good old Angelo," John said, for the benefit of the other patrons, before looking Sherlock directly in the eyes.

"I couldn't stand to be anywhere else."
fighting_northumerland: Martin Freeman from BBC's Sherlock series (disbelief)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"You know I don't get to decide who the bodies are," John said, "and I...mean it. There's no other place for me in the world. I wouldn't even want another."
fighting_northumerland: (eat gun!)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
John started, totally taken out of the moment. Funnily enough, people even a few years removed from active combat zones appreciate sudden loud noises much less that the average person.

"Bloody--" he started, then lowered himself back into the chair. "Really? Really?"
fighting_northumerland: Martin Freeman from BBC's Sherlock series (Oh dear)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
John glared at the patrons, opening his mouth to ask them if they're mothers had raised them to be so hateful and jealous before it fell open, slack with horror.

There was a brown, heart-shaped mound of cake with sparklers set in it.

It was headed their way.
fighting_northumerland: (Feeling far away)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe it isn't for us," John prayed, totally in vain. "Maybe its for anyone else..."
fighting_northumerland: Martin Freeman from BBC's Sherlock series (Oh SHERLOCK/facepalm)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
John slunk down in his chair, hoping that he could camouflage himself among the shadows and escape notice.

"Is it a murder?" he asked, hopefully.
fighting_northumerland: Martin Freeman from BBC's Sherlock series (You can't possibly know that)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Damage control. Damage control. Things were quickly spiraling towards disaster.

"Sherlock!" he hissed, making a sharp gesture. "Leave the cake! Cover is blown! Abort mission!"
fighting_northumerland: (what the crikey fuck)

[personal profile] fighting_northumerland 2012-02-05 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
John looked around the room. The people that weren't smirking or staring at the slack-jawed were having heated conversations brought on by Sherlock's damned observing.

"We are beyond Vatican cameos."