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[workaphilic]

[He spent the first full day locked in his room.

He didn't even try to wash it away. The outburst on the journals, with the way the stain faded against his skin -- it was clearly something not meant to be washed away. Streaks of red across his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his ear. Like he'd fallen from a great height and smashed his head against the ground.

He spent hours in front of the mirror, staring at himself. He can see the castle's little joke. "Blood" a shade too bright, close enough to be mistaken, but to a discerning eye.... To his eyes, perfectly trained, it looks like betrayal plain on his face.

He hasn't eaten, he hasn't slept.

On the second day, he doesn't care.

He goes about his business. He tends to his bees, he collects (steals) supplies from around the castle, back straight and eyes hard like he doesn't look like he made himself into a crime scene.

In the kitchen, sitting on the counter eating an apple, he opens the journal in his lap to read. Eventually, when he speaks, his tone is flat and bored.]

It isn't actually required that everyone come up with a sermon. As a reminder.

((Open over the journal or in person, if you like!))

Comments

[workaphilic]

Color me skeptical.

[onlyanapple]

Are you trying to be cute again? It's always hard to tell.

[workaphilic]

Just making an observation. You're free to rebut, if you like.

[onlyanapple]

Your observations always come across as insults. Just an observation of my own there.

[workaphilic]

I say what I see. It's hardly my fault if someone doesn't want to hear it.

[onlyanapple]

Have a lot of friends do you?

[workaphilic]

[Rude!!]

I somehow find ways to manage without having to pander to delicate sensibilities.

[read: John has a remarkably high tolerance for bullshit.]

[onlyanapple]

[Always]

Do you really? You could have surprised me. I thought it was more that John was unflappable.

[Yeah, he brought John up]

[workaphilic]

[Goddammit. His tone goes duller.]

If he got you to think that, he's a better actor than I thought he was.

Besides, he doesn't enjoy being pandered to, either.

[Okay, but Sherlock has a different definition of 'unflappable.' 'Unflappable' John would let him keep eyes in the crisper drawer.]

[onlyanapple]

He doesn't enjoy a lot of things. Still, he must have been doing something to put up with you.

Or maybe you just spoke to him differently.

[Sherlock, NO. No eyes]

[workaphilic]

In all the time you've known me, do you really expect me to have done anything differently for anyone?

[He does, but that's beside the point.]

[onlyanapple]

I don't know. Perhaps a miracle happened.

[workaphilic]

I wouldn't have put up with him if I'd had to do that.