[the tone is changed almost immediately. a delicate little laugh. oh. o h. isn't that cute? isn't that absolutely quaint? perhaps what you seek...] Are you trying to set us up? And here I was under the impression you'd rather we didn't get too intimate. Sherlock, your concern for the both of our future happiness is heartwarming.
But I've always loved me. That's never been an issue, and I'm sure she and I will take great chunks of each other and savour the flavour - and when we're done, when we're sated and rubbing our bellies and licking our wounds and giggling over just how much fun we had, there'll be that little ache. That little, hhhhungry ache, that little craving sitting in our bloated guts and whispering into our ears, "feed me feed me feed me". And I'll think back on a time not so long ago, of a shelf full of ingredients sitting next to the perfect recipe card, and I'll be so disappointed to remember how they were spoiled before I had chance to properly prepare the dish.
[there. there we have it. he hopes, perhaps, that clarifies a little his position. you can bite and bite and bite at forbidden fruits, feast on something sumptuous, but it'll never wipe away the hunger for the one thing your tongue never touched, your knife never pierced, your teeth never tore at.
the longer the wait, the more divine the scraps that line your belly, the more ravenous the need for that one thing you'll never taste. and the more that needs drives you m a d.]
I'm not hungry, Sherlock, see? I'm not hungry. I just like to eat.
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Date: 2014-03-05 11:36 pm (UTC)[the tone is changed almost immediately. a delicate little laugh. oh. o h. isn't that cute? isn't that absolutely quaint? perhaps what you seek...] Are you trying to set us up? And here I was under the impression you'd rather we didn't get too intimate. Sherlock, your concern for the both of our future happiness is heartwarming.
But I've always loved me. That's never been an issue, and I'm sure she and I will take great chunks of each other and savour the flavour - and when we're done, when we're sated and rubbing our bellies and licking our wounds and giggling over just how much fun we had, there'll be that little ache. That little, hhhhungry ache, that little craving sitting in our bloated guts and whispering into our ears, "feed me feed me feed me". And I'll think back on a time not so long ago, of a shelf full of ingredients sitting next to the perfect recipe card, and I'll be so disappointed to remember how they were spoiled before I had chance to properly prepare the dish.
[there. there we have it. he hopes, perhaps, that clarifies a little his position. you can bite and bite and bite at forbidden fruits, feast on something sumptuous, but it'll never wipe away the hunger for the one thing your tongue never touched, your knife never pierced, your teeth never tore at.
the longer the wait, the more divine the scraps that line your belly, the more ravenous the need for that one thing you'll never taste. and the more that needs drives you m a d.]
I'm not hungry, Sherlock, see? I'm not hungry. I just like to eat.