[ in odd ways, they're both entirely selfish. the confusion was mutual and against him, Sherlock feels - for lack of a better term - amateur. he was younger and more prone to impulses and in his opinion - Holmes kept it together a lot better. (wow, Sherlock what is your definition of keeping it together). Holmes had traits that Sherlock envied almost. ]
[ Sherlock likewise did the same. ]
[ he stared at the text for a moment, collecting. calming himself down with processes and systems. ]
[ process? Sherlock did find it comforting. This is something, he'll never admit to is that the Tranquility has him at a state of constant redefinition. He continuously has to work out what ranks as a possibility but he's put in area where anything and everything can happen and that lack of limits makes him vulnerable. this is a ship where the dead can come back to life, where corridors are endless and the small amount of things that make sense shouldn't. there was nothing to discredit, nothing to approve so he doesn't know where to start. a lot of the earlier messages is him trying to find footing. his mind races between solution after solution ]
[ he's reanalyzing what could or would be what Holmes defines as idiotic and it's bothering him. he's trying to unravel because there are a lot of things that could be flagged for idiocy. He types it in: Is this about John? | before he deletes it and flares up with annoyance. ]
[ Ah, there we are. He's pieced it together, presumably. ]
[ This ship is certainly off-putting for anyone so logically bound as they are; toxic, at best. Particularly, Holmes would note, does note, witheringly, for someone so technologically disinclined as he is. Showing up aboard the Tranquility has not only thrown him for a loop or several on a monumental scale, but it's really and honestly opened his eyes to just how little he actually and truly knows. The sentiment, he's sure, is similar to Sherlock, who even feels more at home with a mobile in his hand than Holmes ever will. ]
[ There is little he is inherently sure of here, which is pitiful and he recognizes it as such first and foremost. His intellect, fully intact. His understanding, less so. Sherlock is absolutely right in that this ship has successfully rewritten any solid definition of what Holmes has had of right and impossible and whatever is in between. It's a terrifying place where he's wrong so very often, and when his own mind is called into question, he doesn't quite know where to fit his puzzle pieces anymore. ]
[ Watson used to be one, something of which he was inherently sure. Now there is a John as well, and nothing is in the right order anymore. ]
[ He wonders, idly, why it doesn't bother Sherlock more. He wonders, idly, Sherlock, John, Watson, too, debate fretfully about where who begins and who ends. ]
it shouldn't. [ And yet it does? ] irrelevant, of course. entirely based on opinion, and even drawn partially in theory.
a far more engaging question may be if you reciprocate the same upon yourself.
no subject
[ Sherlock likewise did the same. ]
[ he stared at the text for a moment, collecting. calming himself down with processes and systems. ]
[ process? Sherlock did find it comforting. This is something, he'll never admit to is that the Tranquility has him at a state of constant redefinition. He continuously has to work out what ranks as a possibility but he's put in area where anything and everything can happen and that lack of limits makes him vulnerable. this is a ship where the dead can come back to life, where corridors are endless and the small amount of things that make sense shouldn't. there was nothing to discredit, nothing to approve so he doesn't know where to start. a lot of the earlier messages is him trying to find footing. his mind races between solution after solution ]
[ he's reanalyzing what could or would be what Holmes defines as idiotic and it's bothering him. he's trying to unravel because there are a lot of things that could be flagged for idiocy. He types it in: Is this about John? | before he deletes it and flares up with annoyance. ]
Why does it bother you?
no subject
[ This ship is certainly off-putting for anyone so logically bound as they are; toxic, at best. Particularly, Holmes would note, does note, witheringly, for someone so technologically disinclined as he is. Showing up aboard the Tranquility has not only thrown him for a loop or several on a monumental scale, but it's really and honestly opened his eyes to just how little he actually and truly knows. The sentiment, he's sure, is similar to Sherlock, who even feels more at home with a mobile in his hand than Holmes ever will. ]
[ There is little he is inherently sure of here, which is pitiful and he recognizes it as such first and foremost. His intellect, fully intact. His understanding, less so. Sherlock is absolutely right in that this ship has successfully rewritten any solid definition of what Holmes has had of right and impossible and whatever is in between. It's a terrifying place where he's wrong so very often, and when his own mind is called into question, he doesn't quite know where to fit his puzzle pieces anymore. ]
[ Watson used to be one, something of which he was inherently sure. Now there is a John as well, and nothing is in the right order anymore. ]
[ He wonders, idly, why it doesn't bother Sherlock more. He wonders, idly, Sherlock, John, Watson, too, debate fretfully about where who begins and who ends. ]
it shouldn't. [ And yet it does? ] irrelevant, of course. entirely based on opinion, and even drawn partially in theory.
a far more engaging question may be if you reciprocate the same upon yourself.