John wasn't too fond of his electronic devices, nor did he find much use for gadgets, but he was rather reliant on his mobile (Harry's phone number was stored there, forevermore, in case she had a relapse) and his laptop (all his resumes, in case he would ever find a job that didn't require babysitting Sherlock 24 hours a day) were saved there. And so, like any normal bloke, he wasn't all too pleased when his devices broke down
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a little something to chase away the summer heat <3scribblestormMay 14 2013, 01:06:18 UTC
Dare: choose any of our verses and write porn there, including the words 'rope' and 'military'.
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"I'd apologize for having to do this, but as much as we are alike... the truth is, Suzaku, I just don't trust you."
Schneizel ignores the fierce glare in those green eyes as he ties the rope tenderly, almost lovingly, around Suzaku's wrists. He's already bound the boy's ankles, and when Suzaku kicks, the rope there frosts over. Schneizel hides a smile.
When he's finished, he stands up and marvels at his handiwork. The winter spirit snarls and twists his arms, and Schneizel merely clicks his tongue. "Don't look so surprised, it's insulting. I was in the military, after all. I know how to tie a knot
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Re: hope this is okayscribblestormMay 14 2013, 02:32:24 UTC
Oh lordy, but I do love this <333 the thought of Pitch conditioning (is that the right word/context?) Jack this way is eerie and yet entirely pleasing :D :D
because I love John <3scribblestormMay 14 2013, 03:23:26 UTC
dare: write a drabble using John, Moriarty (or Mycroft) and the words 'You might act all calm and collected, but I know you are scared, deep down. You don't fool me, John Watson.'
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They teach it to you from Day One: not to acknowledge the fear, despite everything else. Because once you acknowledge it, that's what your mind will fixate on; fear is a paralytic, and short-circuits your brain to revert to instinct (not training, which is what those first few months on the ground are all about).
It's this training that John tries to bring to mind now, as two of Moriarty's henchmen strap the bombs to his chest, connecting wires here, pushing switches there... Moriarty doesn't touch him, of course; that would be beneath him. The man does watch, though, a silly grin on his face as he adjusts a hidden lapel mic on his suit.
"You know the rules of the game by now, Johnny-boy," he drawls. One of the men is forcing an earpiece on him. "Get one word wrong, and it's lights-out
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I never quite got how this whole truth or dare thing gets started or how the players get involved, so I'm just going to ask without any regard to the rules. Can I play? It's been a while since I wrote a random drabble on request.
Oh, there is no big mystery to this 'truth or dare' game. We play on gchat, and use this account to store the drabbles. We often choose 'dare' XD.
And yes, of course, you can play :)! Do you have a gmail account? Then we can play there (in the evenings, though I'd have to know what timezone you are in <3).
Feel free to PM me with your e-mail if you feel uncomfortable sharing it here!
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:3
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<3. And thanks!
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"I'd apologize for having to do this, but as much as we are alike... the truth is, Suzaku, I just don't trust you."
Schneizel ignores the fierce glare in those green eyes as he ties the rope tenderly, almost lovingly, around Suzaku's wrists. He's already bound the boy's ankles, and when Suzaku kicks, the rope there frosts over. Schneizel hides a smile.
When he's finished, he stands up and marvels at his handiwork. The winter spirit snarls and twists his arms, and Schneizel merely clicks his tongue. "Don't look so surprised, it's insulting. I was in the military, after all. I know how to tie a knot ( ... )
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And it was totally okay to end it there, dear <3. I like the idea of where this is going, and I like how you built this up :)
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(Pitch!Schneizel and Frostzaku are ridiculously hot, y/y?)
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(They are <3. )
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They teach it to you from Day One: not to acknowledge the fear, despite everything else. Because once you acknowledge it, that's what your mind will fixate on; fear is a paralytic, and short-circuits your brain to revert to instinct (not training, which is what those first few months on the ground are all about).
It's this training that John tries to bring to mind now, as two of Moriarty's henchmen strap the bombs to his chest, connecting wires here, pushing switches there... Moriarty doesn't touch him, of course; that would be beneath him. The man does watch, though, a silly grin on his face as he adjusts a hidden lapel mic on his suit.
"You know the rules of the game by now, Johnny-boy," he drawls. One of the men is forcing an earpiece on him. "Get one word wrong, and it's lights-out ( ... )
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This is beautiful, and a lovely prelude to the scene <33.
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And yes, of course, you can play :)! Do you have a gmail account? Then we can play there (in the evenings, though I'd have to know what timezone you are in <3).
Feel free to PM me with your e-mail if you feel uncomfortable sharing it here!
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