I am full of madness (or, a fic prompt post)
Stolen from nix_this, because . . . turnabout is fair play? IDEK. I think just because I'm crazy. XD
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Although I do have something already in my head in the original 'verse. A couple of things, actually. One of them is mean. o.o
I shall have to give this some thought!
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Teeth grinding, I snatched up the phone, stabbed Ignore, and tossed it back down.
"Just answer the bloody thing," Sathrana said, lifting her head to glare at me. I picked up my novel again.
"No."
She sighed and put her head back down. "You're being childish."
"No, I'm simply refusing to enable him any longer."
"That's the sixth text in twenty minutes. Maybe he's out on a case."
"He hasn't had a case in over a week. Why do you think he's entertaining himself by torturing me like this?"
"He might need you."
I snorted. "Need me to make him a cuppa, maybe, because he can't be bothered to do it himself."
Po pi po pi po po pi po!
Ignore.
"If you're not going to answer it, why don't you just turn the damned thing off?"
"The hospital might call." I turned a page without quite taking in the whole thing. I'd read this one before, anyway. "Or Sarah. Or any number of other people; I do have a life beyond this flat and Sherlock Bloody Holmes, you know ( ... )
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"Bloody Sherlock!" I stabbed Ignore so hard this time that I heard something inside the phone give a worrying creak.
"Her daemon was eying us the last time time we were in," Sathrana pressed. "I know they'd be interested. We'll fight, you'll fuck, and we'll all end up a hell of a lot more relaxed."
"You're filthy."
"And you need to get laid."
She was right, of course, which was the most frustrating part. With the war, and the injury, and the PTSD, and the madness that apparently came part and parcel with being Sherlock Holmes's flatmate, it had been entirely too damned long since I'd had the relief of anything beyond my own hand. Things with Sarah were still murky at best. Still . . .
"Remind me how, exactly, we got on this subject?" I asked wearily, and as if on cue:
Po pi po pi po po pi po!The phone sat on the bed, bright synthesized music jangling cheerily on when I made no move to silence it. I stared at the thing, and an odd buzzing sensation began at the back of my head. Sherlock. Bloody ( ... )
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Sherlock burst into my room without knocking, which at this point was so absolutely expected that I didn't even bother looking up from my book. He stood quietly for a moment, and I let him, pointedly finishing the page I was on before replacing my bookmark and blinking guilelessly up at him.
"Did you want something?"
Pale grey eyes swept the room as Rangessamin flew down from Holmes's shoulder to whisper something to Sathrana. Sherlock took in the sight of me reclined on my bed, Sathrana curled up beside me and nudging at Rangessamin's breast with the tip of her nose. When his gaze reached my phone, discarded by my knee, his eyes narrowed by a fraction; that was all the warning I had, and Holmes was quicker that my daemon by half. He snatched the phone up before I had even thought of moving, thumbing through the menu screen as his eyebrows climbed ever higher.
"Perfect working order." The look he turned on me was somewhere between baffled and impressed. "You've been ignoring me ( ... )
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I'd actually considered giving them different daemons, but decided that damn it, they're in the future but their souls are the same. XD
As far as Sathrana's vulgarity, I sort of feel like there's a bit of a disconnect between John's character as we see him and the fact that he was in the army. I figure at least some part of him picked up some vulgarity there (and yeah, we do see a bit in the second episode); might as well make it his daemon, I figured. :lol: Plus, the fact that his daemon's represented as female made playing with traditional gender reversals GREAT FUN!
And YES DAEMON CUDDLING! \o/ I actually now have a whole head-canon for this, involving Sherlock occasionally having sex and Rangessamin being bored and wandering off as far as he can. Because Sherlock's body is involved BUT HIS SOUL IS NOT ZOMG SYMBOLISM THIS SERIES HAS IT. Which is another reason I enjoyed making Ran and Sathrana all snuggly with each other, because John is special.
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