John

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[John @semperfidelous]

𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 “𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞” 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭.

✒John Hamish Watson
✒Doctor, Soldier, Blogger
✒18+
✒Literate&Descriptive
✒Ship × Chem

RT+♡

[John @semperfidelous]

((~I Would lile more RPs and Interactions.

But I'm also aware this is the first I've been back for a week :')

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@SherlockSolves_ -language that involved gendering his future partner, not sure whether he wanted the Detective to pick up on that small bit of information or not

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@SherlockSolves_ -to work all that out for themselves" he eventually settled on, his tone even and controlled after his little outburst

"Besides, one day I will find someone who will fit into my life exactly. And I would like for you to be welcoming towards them" he purposefully avoided any -

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@CousinOfHolmes -indicator as to what was going on with him

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@CousinOfHolmes -wanting to reach out to poke, prod and examine the other man, but also realising it probably would not be welcomed.
He placed his mug on the side for something to keep his hands occupied to control the urge, but let his eyes roam over the other as though that might give an -

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@SherlockSolves_ - the way he expected

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@SherlockSolves_ -and unlike you I don't particularly want to do so on my bloody own!" He exclaimed, before the majority of the anger drained from him and he sat back in his armchair, letting out a deep sigh, he was more irritated by how he knew the other man was right, although perhaps not in -

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@CousinOfHolmes -family thing. Sherlock never noticed when I leave, apparently just sits there and continues talking to me"

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@CousinOfHolmes -away, choosing not to comment, or even give away he had noticed them. Although it did give a clue as to why he was after Sherlock.

"Help yourself to sugar" He spoke, adding milk to his own cup before removing the tea bag and leaning back against the counter

"Must be a -

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@callidumdeIigit -soon to be his, home.

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{ @callidumdeIigit }
{Starter}

The four walls of the bedsit were beginning to feel suffocating to the wounded soldier. At night time his body thrummed with unused energy, mind racing with images of hot, blood, sand and death. However during the day this energy was absent -

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@callidumdeIigit - in an attempt to make sense of how a total stranger could possibly know these things.

"Afghanistan" he eventually answered, his brow furrowing as he spoke "How did you know?" He queried, not minding how he was still stood on the door step of the other man's, and hopefully-