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Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock ignored him, and peeked out of his arm to see him tired. "Go back to bed, John. I'm fine." He muttered. He didn't want John to suffer because of this idiot thing that was happening to him. He was tired of it himself. "I think I'll go stay with Mycroft for awhile." He said quietly, feeling a bit of actually disgust enter his clouded mind. He still didn't like his brother, but John was tired. And he'd done plenty for Sherlock, and he needed to rest. Sherlock could stay up for days and days on end, but John was a normal human - he needed rest. "You need some time off from me, John, alright? Your tired, and you've been looking after me far long enough, and I'm... I apologize." He wasn't bitter at all, in fact he was more gentle than anything else. "I can't even ask my best friend to put up with me being bored and immobile for this long. But I can easily put my brother through it." He said, with a small smile.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock gave long sigh. "Because it doesn't matter, John. I'll get over them eventually. They'll end. Especially when I get my mind back under my control." He took a sip of the tea, and even nibbled at a biscuit. But he wasn't hungry - he was sick to his stomach. His dreams were so vivid, and horrible. And it wasn't even about him, it was about John - John getting tortured, John being killed slowly, John bleeding out in front of him with these faceless monsters holding him back. It was evil and horrible and he hated it. Why would his brain do this to him? Why was it John? They probably wouldn't be so sickening if it was anyone else - but it just had to be John who was being killed or injured or tortured. And it hurt. And he hated it. With all his might.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock was very happy to be back at 221b. He refused to sleep in his own room, though - it didn't have a window, and therefore it was much too confined. He stayed on the couch, his two casted legs propped up on piles of pillows.
It was at that time that, once again, at exactly 12 am in the morning, he woke up screaming his lungs out, once again drenched in a cold sweat. He just wanted to curl up on his side and try to push it all away. But he couldn't - ever since those stupid idiots had caught him and started to torture him, his mind wasn't the same. It was clouded and hazy, wrapped in cotton. It was ravaged with an insane migraine at least once every day - and sometimes he'd be even driven to complain about it.
He lay on the couch, throwing and arm over his eyes. He pushed back those stupid, stupid tears that decided they should make their presence known. He hated them. He hated everything. He'd done bad things in his past, but nothing so horrible as to deserve this.

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Your lucky! I wish I had a parrot... I just have a fish and three extremely bad dogs. >.<

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Omg this is random but I just love the gif of Ten in your signature. Just every time he smiles I have to smile back and asdfghjkl it's so cute~

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock looked up at him again, his eyes widening a bit. "No." He said, a bit too quickly. He cleared his throat a little. "No, John. Just, you don't... I... No." He shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it. That won't help me. I know it won't." He hesitated, before letting out a deep sigh. "And it's nothing against you. I just don't want you to treat me like you're.. you're my psychiatrist, or something. That's not something you want to deal with, and definitely not something I want to deal with. So for now, just drop it. If I actually feel like I need to... talk, I assure you, you'll be the first person I approach." He settled back into his pillows.
"Now, if you actually want me to eat, I suggest you sneak some Chinese takeout in here, or some of Angelo's cooking. Or convince Mrs. H to bake some biscuits and bring them to me."

(so you want to skip to when they're back at 221b, but Sherlock can barely walk? :3 You obviously don't have to, just asking.)

Johnlock rp (deduction&Magic223)

Sherlock Holmes
Sherlock hadn't managed to fall asleep again, even though he had drugs coursing through his veins that should have made him a bit sleepy. He looked up as John walked in, but looked away again. "I'm fine." He muttered. God forbid he tell him about his nightmares like some idiotic child. "I just want to get out of here. I'll refuse to eat until I'm at 221b, and we can eat Chinese takeout again." He mumbled, as close to a deceleration of homesickness anyone would get. "Those idiots decide to kidnap me and torture me. Morons. Imbeciles. They better be imprisoned or I'm going to find a way to break out of this stupid hospital, and I'll capture them myself. Scotland Yard has gotten more dense these couple years I've been helping them John, i swear."

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

Alright! It's only 6:20 pm where I live. x3 I'm CST, so yeah. xD

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

John gaped at him for a moment. But than he grinned widely. "How'd you so that? That was amazing!" He said. "Can all people here do that?" He asked. He hoped not - otherwise it would seem kind of stupid for him to get so excited over it. He was still kind of mystified how the boy had know that about him. Maybe he could teach him that trick? Did have something to do with magic? He hadn't seen a wand or anything. His blue eyes were still wide, and he wasn't embarrassed to say he was quite impressed. He was beginning to wonder if he could ask for him to do it again, on someone else. He kept his mouth shut though, just waiting patiently for a reaction at his outburst - hopefully it wouldn't be negative, or one of contempt or irritation. He was almost sure the boy heard it all the time.

Potterlock roleplay (deduction&FernStone)

That sounds awesome. :3 I think John will be really great at potions and kind of interested in herbology and stuffz, but he won't be super great at charms...