John Watson

Just a blogger who tells stories of the Great Detective, Sherlock Holmes.

SherlockRP/ writer is 25+ MDNI / MV and AU

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

"Alright, Alright girls calm down"

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@PleasedToSeeMe Anything.

"Nice little trick that... the gun. Your pet however has been frightfully silent, i'd even say depressed"

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

John Watson had never handled boredom well.
It wasn’t the quiet kind—the sort that invited rest or reflection. No, his boredom was a restless, crawling thing, burrowing under his skin and settling somewhere behind his ribs. It itched. It demanded. It waited.

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@PleasedToSeeMe Unnoticed that there had been no creak of the unforgiving step up towards the flat. "You're learning dear..." pushing himself to stand up right, he closed the curtains, a habit he had picked up over time of his stay, once a innocent habit now more for Moriarty's benefit than -

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud Finally bringing his gaze up to the man...British? American? He wasnt sure. His brows knitting together as a distant distorted voice in the back of his mind jeered at him.

"H-how?"

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud The medic laughed almost to himself, it cant...surely... if it hadn't been for the crimson liquid coating his hand he would be sure it was a trick of the light. Pulling his hand away slowly, looking at his palm, then back to what appeared to be healed skin as if it betrayed him-

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@PleasedToSeeMe Letting it ring as he pressed the device to his ear. The glow of the streetlamps illuminating his features

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@PleasedToSeeMe It was a response. Gathering the device, the blonde traced his lips with his tongue before allowing himself to look. Tick tock... was that all? Pushing himself to his feet device in hand as he peered through the net curtains as he pressed the call button to dial the number -

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud Watson laughed thinking its the worlds worst joke, rechecking the mans pulse with his cleaner hand, his other remained over where the wound once had been. "We should get you to the hospital"

The medic reached into his pocket to pull his phone.

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud checked— you don’t have a pulse—”

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud Blood, he would be sure but it made no sense.
The noise hadn’t come from behind him.
It had come from the man.
Slowly—very slowly—John looked down.
The man’s eyes were open.
Alive.
That wasn’t possible.
John recoiled slightly, shock cutting through his usual composure. “You— I -

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud Efficient. Fatal.
“Damn it,” John muttered under his breath, already shifting into clinical assessment despite the futility. He pressed his hand against the wound, knowing it was pointless but unable to stop himself. “Stay with me—”

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@AstuteRavenStud something striking about him—dark coat, military posture even in collapse, and a face that might have beenhandsome if not for the unmistakable stillness of death.
John dropped beside him immediately, fingers searching for a pulse.
Nothing. A gunshot wound to the chest. Clean. -

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

Aww poorly baby. Sounds like you need a doctor

[James Moriarty @_JMoriarty]

I have a cold!!! Someone has infected me!

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

Breaking down? I know of a good doctor

[James Moriarty @_JMoriarty]

I don’t understand everyone’s issue with my facial hair.

No, I have not lost the plot!
No, I am not in some sort of crisis!

I. Am. Fine!

idiots.

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

@HisPurpleShirt @Sir_JimMoriarty // cause we are all a glutton for punishment 😂

[John Watson @Blogger221B]

It died when Freddie died

[James Moriarty @_JMoriarty]

Trialing a moustache. I think it suits me.

In fairness I look good whatever I do.