[ among the new faces gathered in the observatory is a weathered one that might be familiar to any long-standing veterans. not that john is aware or even believes for one second that anyone might recognize him. he blends in easily with the crowd, until he breaks away to look out on the surface of the moon and take everything in.
he furrows his brow in thought, rolling his shoulders back, as if to reduce the tension knotted there. he thinks he should feel deeply unsettled by this – angry even – that he’s been taken away from london, from earth, to fight in another war.
but there is no denying the delicious taste of anticipation this situation presents and it isn't like there is anything for him back in baker street. as inconvenient as this was, maybe it would be good for him; he was already comforted by the familiar weight of the weapon concealed in the waistband of his jeans.
but apart from that, he cut a lonely figure in the observatory, holding a mug of cold tea that he brought with him. ]
john watson | sherlock
he furrows his brow in thought, rolling his shoulders back, as if to reduce the tension knotted there. he thinks he should feel deeply unsettled by this – angry even – that he’s been taken away from london, from earth, to fight in another war.
but there is no denying the delicious taste of anticipation this situation presents and it isn't like there is anything for him back in baker street. as inconvenient as this was, maybe it would be good for him; he was already comforted by the familiar weight of the weapon concealed in the waistband of his jeans.
but apart from that, he cut a lonely figure in the observatory, holding a mug of cold tea that he brought with him. ]