It seems you are versatile....,
You know exactly how to adapt yourself to different situations.
You are impossible to pigeonhole: an enigma for those around you.
That excitement is really attractive!
They don't know what to expect.
You are an interesting mix between emotional depth and shallow amusement.
Every moment is a new adventure!
well, that seems accurate 😉
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Saturday, October 7, 2017
In That Moment - part ii
Hey, this is the second part of the soliloquy i was writing wa-a-y back. lol I was away from blogger for a /very/ long time. sorry about that....
(continued from "In That Moment - part i")
~He turned around, ready to run away. With a
fluid movement, John’s form rushed forward and snapped the door shut. “No,
Sherlock, you’re not going to run away; not this time!” cried John, his voice
fierce, as if he was in the battlefield. It was not a request; it was an order.
Sherlock froze, he had never heard John shout like this. He felt like a horse,
a thoroughbred who has escaped and gone wild; he also felt that John was
thinking /exactly/ along the same line. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt
you. I am weapon-less; my revolver is right there on the table,” he said. His
voice was so gentle that, Sherlock wondered whether this was the same man who
just screamed at him. He blinked several times and then decided to look at
John’s blue-blue eyes but then looked away again instantly. He decided to stare
at John’s knees instead. He was now walking slowly towards Sherlock. He came
forward until they were only about a foot apart. Sherlock kept quiet, wondering
what John was going to do next.
He heard John sigh. A rough hand caught his
own and held it between its fingers; a thumb was slowly caressing his palm. His
pulse rose. He wanted to wrench his hand and run away, somewhere far-far away
where nobody can ever find him. “Shh…” he heard a voice, /John’s voice/,
somewhere very close to his chest. He took a step back, or at least half of
himself did, while the other half stood rooted to the spot. The end result was
a comical half-step that nearly unbalanced him, had it not been for a second
arm that caught him behind his sleeve. “It’s over now, Sherlock. Your time for
running away, is over. We’re going to settle everything. Just stop trying to
run away; you’re never going to run away, nobody is /ever/ able to run away
from their heart. Your heart belongs to you. It’ll never leave you. So don’t
exhaust yourself; please stop,” his voice was soothing, a gentle plead. The
wild horse yielded; it allowed the human to touch him, to try and calm him; he
was still /very/ flustered, yet he thought to give one chance.
At last, the world came to a halt. People
were allowed to breathe, children were allowed to laugh and play, trees swayed
in a soft breeze, the sun shone lazily across a cloud-studded, crystal-blue
sky; all was well. Inside 221B, Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes allowed John
Watson to lead him on to the sofa, where they would sit down and talk, for all
eternity, if that is what it takes. Oh love, how gentle art thou…?
John settled Sherlock among the cushions
and sat down. Sherlock was /not/ going to settle down that easily. He sprang up
and sat rigid as a board, his scrutinizing gaze now directed completely at John,
whose eyes twinkled at the sudden change in his protégée. He chuckled. He
didn’t say anything, yet he continued to observe this beautiful, rare, and
/extremely/ elusive creature that he has been able to coax and finally tether
into a calm posture. He himself must be having some special power; for what
normal person would /ever/ manage this feat without harming such an innocent
being as Sherlock? There aren’t many people out there who could manage to
perform the miracle John Watson just demonstrated. His heart jumped to his
throat as the whole weight of what he just accomplished hit him. “Nobody on
earth has never done what I did just now…! Nobody was able to bring this man to
where he is right now..! God, I am speechless; truly, I am /speechless/..!”
declared his mind; his heart, on the other hand, was wondering what to do next.
And then, in an instant, without much ado, he kissed Sherlock, gently on the
forehead. Oh love, how wondrous art thou…?
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