This had been a sort of… gift to Mrs. H, our landlady. She had offhandedly mentioned Sherlock wearing reindeer antlers, and the idea stuck a bit with me.
He tolerated it for about five seconds (which, honestly, was longer than I had expected). At the moment, I have no idea where the little antlers went. Something tells me I’m better off simply not knowing.
[30 Day OTP Challenge - Day 10 - With animal ears]
Sometimes we have our ups and downs, even when riding the high of freshly handling a case; one I’ll write up when I— well, Sherlock is not exactly the sort to give his blessing for much of what I write when it comes to our casework, but when I manage to draft something he doesn’t have more than four arguments with.
Which is another story entirely, so I’ll stop sidetracking.
However, this brought us back to a few locations from one of the first cases we worked on together. In a bit of downtime while waiting for a few tests to be run (which proved to be correct with Sherlock’s deductions), we stopped in at a store to pick up a memento.
After all, my wife. He like.
[30 Day OTP Challenge - Day 8 - Shopping]
This is a perfect example of Sherlock (possibly being aware but) disregarding everyone and everything around us, and the fact I hardly register a lot of what he does anymore as… well, not exactly decent.
He’s done a lot of really wonderful things for me, but as of late, he’s taken to collecting… art of us. If you’re particularly clever, you can see the pieces he gave me, beyond the obvious one in my hands.
[if you’re not so clever and/or want to see a few more things and a lot of OOC spazzing, check under the cut.]
This somehow needs a bit of a preface. An ideal date at any destination for either of us has and always will vary.
There is what I want…
… and what Sherlock wants, that I ultimately become interested in and somehow agree to, despite original or better reason. I could get into what I even consider ‘better reason’ at this point, but that’s an entirely different and not exactly related area.
His ‘clues’ about what he wants to go see outside of casework are becoming more and more obvious. I might, actually, kill him if he replaces anything else of mine with something cow-themed.
… God, alright.
Sherlock has finally started to be a bit better about doing public appearances, but not exactly without considerable persuasion
and ample amounts of pouting. The deal we’ve cut is, if he’s actually in the mood to make an appearance, we kiss.
Alright? We just kiss. He acts a bit like he has no idea what that means publicly, pawning it off as not caring or not really his interest, but you don’t just kiss like that in public without—
Alright. Going to wrap this up before I change my mind about it.
[30 Days - Day 5 - Kissing]
This is easily one of the instances where Sherlock either plays dumb about his surroundings for the sake of getting me to do what he wants (probable), or honestly thinking I’m really not that observant at all (hopefully less probably and significantly more irritating). We were out for a date, opted to take a detour through a nice, but touristy, park, and only opted to be a bastard when he knew we were on camera.
The kiss was fine— more than fine.
The fact that he thought it would be hilarious to pretend to fall next to a waterfall was, clearly, anything but fine.
Someone there was more than just a bit familiar, but that’s something I can’t quite put my finger on.
[30 day OTP Challenge - Day 4 - On a Date]
For all of you who missed it, John posted some porn (of the written rp variety) on his blog earlier by mistake. He deleted it as soon as he realized this, and is still extremely embarrassed. He said he’d never make that mistake again.
However, he didn’t say anything about pictures…
Happy Red Pants Monday.
Fine, you know? We’ll play this game, Sherlock. We’ll absolutely play this game. You already have a lot stacked against you for whatever sort of revenge you deserve, so I’ll cut my losses and focus entirely on the fact you posted this.
You won’t see it coming. You won’t even know what hits you— save for the fact you’re lucky I don’t actually want to hit you again. Much.
Clearly I have don’t have proper ammunition stacked against you. Not like I haven’t played “The Game” before
and I seem to remember throwing myself off a building to win that one, so take that for what you will.Is… is this how it works?
Because I think I just won the Game, Watson.
P.S. Red looks good on you.
P.P.S. (Happy 6 month pants anniversary!)
The only issue is that, while some of the images are potentially embarrassing, they were all done and taken willingly. Meaning: you’ll need to do a bit better to shake me from my resolve to get you back.