You are aware that you've just set up a too-perfect-to-ignore scenario where Watson handcuffs Holmes, right? Perhaps that happens early in their, er, acquaintance, when Watson still imagines he is a law-abiding citizen. (A situation which Holmes, naturally, converse himself out of.)
Well, if your already near-high and have your object of unresovled sexual tension and affection right beside you, why not start to snog like teenagers? ("Well, I'm already a criminal, what's another criminal offence?" [Actually, this sort of makes me want a scene near the end of the fic, where Holmes and Watson perform a coup of some kind and let Lestrade et al see them but not catch them--you know, that old mocking trick--and then top it off with briefly kissing each other just as an extra fuck-you. Gods, my brain.]) Though I suspect Holmes would be a bit less detached? I mean, Watson gets obsessed with Holmes because Holmes is BRILLIANT and a GENIUS and FASCINATING. Perhaps Holmes gets obsessed with Watson because Watson is INTRIGUING and HE JUST CAN'T FIGURE HIM OUT? So, mutual obsession. Ooh, we're really entering the realm of dark and twisted here, aren't we? ♥
You started to think of Stockholm Syndrome as well? ♥ Why can't we be completely immoral and depraved and make this a really creepy and twisted story about liberation? Like, rather than it being about poor Watson being manipulated by his evil captor Holmes, it's a story about Holmes showing Watson a better kind of life where he doesn't have to deny himself and he can be truly happy. Because that is what I want. Watson being alive and happy together with Holmes... while regularly beating people into a pulp and commiting crimes. Me? Twisted? What makes you think that? :D
IT IS VERY MUCH ACCEPTABLE! As long as it involves corsets and flangst, I'm more than satisfied. ♥
By the way, what would the fic be titled? I've spent the last couple of hours thinking about it, but I can't come up with anything more innovative than "Crimes of Passion". ::glances at mock-poster outline::
You wound me, my dear fellow. You wound me deeply indeed. You are so much more to me than merely my chronicler and "most of the time friend". You are the one whom I share quarters with, whom I borrow clothes from, who disturb me in my work for such negligible matters as food and sleep, whom I can talk to. Believe me, had you merely been my chronicler, I'd have you tossed out on the street years ago.
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Date: 2010-02-08 07:49 pm (UTC)Well, if your already near-high and have your object of unresovled sexual tension and affection right beside you, why not start to snog like teenagers? ("Well, I'm already a criminal, what's another criminal offence?" [Actually, this sort of makes me want a scene near the end of the fic, where Holmes and Watson perform a coup of some kind and let Lestrade et al see them but not catch them--you know, that old mocking trick--and then top it off with briefly kissing each other just as an extra fuck-you. Gods, my brain.]) Though I suspect Holmes would be a bit less detached? I mean, Watson gets obsessed with Holmes because Holmes is BRILLIANT and a GENIUS and FASCINATING. Perhaps Holmes gets obsessed with Watson because Watson is INTRIGUING and HE JUST CAN'T FIGURE HIM OUT? So, mutual obsession.
Ooh, we're really entering the realm of dark and twisted here, aren't we? ♥You started to think of Stockholm Syndrome as well? ♥ Why can't we be completely immoral and depraved and make this a really creepy and twisted story about liberation? Like, rather than it being about poor Watson being manipulated by his evil captor Holmes, it's a story about Holmes showing Watson a better kind of life where he doesn't have to deny himself and he can be truly happy. Because that is what I want. Watson being alive and happy together with Holmes... while regularly beating people into a pulp and commiting crimes.
Me? Twisted? What makes you think that? :DIT IS VERY MUCH ACCEPTABLE! As long as it involves corsets and flangst, I'm more than satisfied. ♥
By the way, what would the fic be titled? I've spent the last couple of hours thinking about it, but I can't come up with anything more innovative than "Crimes of Passion".
::glances at mock-poster outline::You wound me, my dear fellow. You wound me deeply indeed. You are so much more to me than merely my chronicler and "most of the time friend". You are the one whom I share quarters with, whom I borrow clothes from, who disturb me in my work for such negligible matters as food and sleep, whom I can talk to. Believe me, had you merely been my chronicler, I'd have you tossed out on the street years ago.