"I've decided to ask her to marry me."
The statement came from nowhere. It was unprecedented and startling. John was merely sitting, enjoying his tea as he read the paper, while Sherlock himself tended to his violin.
"What?" He looked up, taken aback.
"I'm going to ask Mary for her hand in marriage, Holmes."
He blinked. Swallowed. Registered what John had said and the full impact of these words.
John would marry her, and would therefore live with her. Be away from him for the rest of his life. That would be… difficult.
"Holmes?"
He jerked back to reality then.
"Congratulations." He said, sniffing in an offhand way, his nose twit
In The White Space, Ch. 12 by Ao-Lover, literature
Literature
In The White Space, Ch. 12
36 Months.
He hadn't expected it to take three years.
Three years had proved to be a very long time. A lot of thinking, a lot of missing, a lot
of close calls, a lot of traveling, a lot of nightmares, a lot of lying, a lot of running, a lot of changes, and a lot of feeling irrationally, illogically incomplete, like a part of him was missing.
John.
John was that part of him. He hadn't realized it until he had left, until John wasn't a part of his life, until he was talking to John and realized with a brutal clarity that John was not next to him.
He needed John.
He stands in the shadows across the street from 221b, watching John bid goo
In The White Space, Ch. 11 by Ao-Lover, literature
Literature
In The White Space, Ch. 11
36 Months.
'Are you busy? JW'
'Not at all. MM'
'I could use company. JW'
'On my way. MM'
John set his mobile down, running a hand through his hair. He hadn't seen or heard from the Sherlock that wasn't there since he'd finally said aloud the things he'd thought over and over. He felt… Hell, he'd felt better.
It was strange, feeling better. Very strange. Of course, it still hurt. Today especially. But he'd been better. He hadn't felt like he was walking such a fine line between functioning and falling apart since he'd last visited Sherlock. Since he'd finally said what he'd meant to.
It was different, too, that he wanted Mary here today
In the White Space, Ch. 10 by Ao-Lover, literature
Literature
In the White Space, Ch. 10
32 Months.
He sat, head in his hands.
"Why are you even still here?"
"Because you want me to be." Replied the cool voice.
He said nothing. It was true. He'd had conversations like this every day for the past month and a half. He knew it wasn't healthy. He could only imagine what Ella would say about it. He knew he should make some effort to move on, to stop.
And he didn't care. He wanted to hear Sherlock. Sometimes he saw him, more and more often.
"This is seriously unhealthy…" he murmured.
"Yet here I am. Or would you like me to go?"
"No."
"Then I won't."
"You're a selfish bastard, you know that?"
"You've mentioned it."
"You just
28 Months.
John was sitting, drinking tea, reading the paper. Everything had been markedly uneventful. Mary and Harry were still together, and he was glad to see Mary so happy with her. He knew that Mary was good for his sister, the two were such an excellent match. She'd been so supportive in keeping Harry clean, just as John knew she would be.
He set his cup down and something caught his eye. He turned his full attention to Sherlock's chair, and his mouth fell open. Sherlock was there. Sitting, curled up in his chair, his jacket and scarf still on, his hands together in front of him as though in prayer. He was right there!
"Sh-Sherlock?!
"I've decided to ask her to marry me."
The statement came from nowhere. It was unprecedented and startling. John was merely sitting, enjoying his tea as he read the paper, while Sherlock himself tended to his violin.
"What?" He looked up, taken aback.
"I'm going to ask Mary for her hand in marriage, Holmes."
He blinked. Swallowed. Registered what John had said and the full impact of these words.
John would marry her, and would therefore live with her. Be away from him for the rest of his life. That would be… difficult.
"Holmes?"
He jerked back to reality then.
"Congratulations." He said, sniffing in an offhand way, his nose twit
In The White Space, Ch. 12 by Ao-Lover, literature
Literature
In The White Space, Ch. 12
36 Months.
He hadn't expected it to take three years.
Three years had proved to be a very long time. A lot of thinking, a lot of missing, a lot
of close calls, a lot of traveling, a lot of nightmares, a lot of lying, a lot of running, a lot of changes, and a lot of feeling irrationally, illogically incomplete, like a part of him was missing.
John.
John was that part of him. He hadn't realized it until he had left, until John wasn't a part of his life, until he was talking to John and realized with a brutal clarity that John was not next to him.
He needed John.
He stands in the shadows across the street from 221b, watching John bid goo
In The White Space, Ch. 11 by Ao-Lover, literature
Literature
In The White Space, Ch. 11
36 Months.
'Are you busy? JW'
'Not at all. MM'
'I could use company. JW'
'On my way. MM'
John set his mobile down, running a hand through his hair. He hadn't seen or heard from the Sherlock that wasn't there since he'd finally said aloud the things he'd thought over and over. He felt… Hell, he'd felt better.
It was strange, feeling better. Very strange. Of course, it still hurt. Today especially. But he'd been better. He hadn't felt like he was walking such a fine line between functioning and falling apart since he'd last visited Sherlock. Since he'd finally said what he'd meant to.
It was different, too, that he wanted Mary here today
In the White Space, Ch. 10 by Ao-Lover, literature
Literature
In the White Space, Ch. 10
32 Months.
He sat, head in his hands.
"Why are you even still here?"
"Because you want me to be." Replied the cool voice.
He said nothing. It was true. He'd had conversations like this every day for the past month and a half. He knew it wasn't healthy. He could only imagine what Ella would say about it. He knew he should make some effort to move on, to stop.
And he didn't care. He wanted to hear Sherlock. Sometimes he saw him, more and more often.
"This is seriously unhealthy…" he murmured.
"Yet here I am. Or would you like me to go?"
"No."
"Then I won't."
"You're a selfish bastard, you know that?"
"You've mentioned it."
"You just
I know a man with two faces
And the one he wears depends on
Where he is at
And who he is with
And who can or cannot see.
When I met this man with two faces,
All I knew of him
Was what my sister had told me.
That he was a friend
And a professional
A volunteer librarian.
That they attend college together.
And he was a single man
Who lived alone,
Who had dated women.
And when I met this man
And ate with him
And talked with him
And laughed with him
I believed what my sister had said.
Yet I had another friend,
A close friend,
Who also knew the man,
And knew him better than my sister.
The man had helped my friend
When thing
Will you all just get over your differences for a few fucking days?
Just shut the fuck up on tumblr and facebook and deviantart about how pissy you all are with each other about such PETTY SHIT!~!!!!!@!!!!!@$#
Do you now comprehend how BAD things are for one of our friends right now? Do you not?! Seriously, she needs us more than you guys need to bitch about how one friend 'ditched you at pizza hut' cause she had to fucking GO!!!
THERE IS MORE IMPORTANT SHIT!!!!
Just.... GOD.
Forget you are pissed.
Forget you EVER in your LIVES disagreed.
Because she needs us more than you all need your little FIGHT.
It's all about the togetherness, the commitment, being in the same groove. Spend time with them, even if it's inconvenient. Cuddles and back rubs. Stay in bed together an extra twenty minutes on your day off. Get to know their friends/family. Become at least familiar with their fandoms. Make something together. Try something new together. Tell them your life would be gutted without them in it. Tell them they're beautiful when they're in sloppy clothes. Take care of them. Make them feel accepted.
And if you do this Hufflepuffs will love you forever!
because the weather man being gay makes you 'want to throw up in your mouth'. You are an intolerant asshole.
Big deal, they showed his male fiance. That should not make you or ANY OTHER PERSON want to 'puke their cornflakes first thing in the morning'. That's bullshit.
You'd never hear a gay man say that about a woman's male fiance. Or a lesbian about a man's female fiance. NO. You just fucking wouldn't.
You think it's wrong because the Bible says so. That I can respect, but for the love of Christ, you know as well as I that Jesus would have straight up smacked you for that comment.
If you think it's so Goddamned wrong, pray for them. Don
hey, i just realized that a really really long time ago you added some stuff of mine as favs (thank you!) and only just now realized I know you from your old account. Ha, funny what a year away from dA does sometimes. Anyways, i'm back to watching you. write on!