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ANGST MEME

Sometimes we all want to play some angst and see just how far our characters will fall.

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1. just depressed.

Things are tough, you're feeling worn out, or whatever the case, you're depressed. You need help or someone else thinks you do anyway.

2. abandoned.

You were left behind by everyone you hold dear and now you're forced to see how well they've adjusted, how happy they all are while you're screaming inside.

3. sick.

Cold, flu, or something even worse, all you can do is lay back and let someone take care of you.

4. fight.

You've been fighting nonstop with the other person and it just keep escalating.

5. break up.

You're being broken up with and they won't reconsider... Damn.

6. separated.

For some reason, you've been separated from the other person for a long time.

7. kidnapped.

You've been held captive for how long now? Maybe they've been torturing you even, using your blood to write ransom notes, threatening to cut off fingers to send next, etc. Rescue is on the way though, right?

8. beaten up.

Just because someone didn't like you or maybe they wanted something you had, whatever the case is, you're coming home sporting some nasty wounds and bruises.

9. jealousy.

You just have this undeniable jealousy suddenly and you need to let it out.

10. cheated on.This goes beyond just suspicion and you have full on proof of what your lover has done. How do you handle it?

11. apathetic.

You're not sad, you're not happy, you just... don't feel much anymore. The sparkle of life has gone right out of you and you're just going through the motions now.

12. addicted.

Drugs, alcohol, whatever your drug of choice is, you can't fight the draw and you can't draw yourself out of the hole, but the other person is going to try.

13. bad romance.

You know this isn't good for either of you, but you can't stop now.

14. fear.

Nightmares, the feeling someone is following you, etc. You can't shake the feeling.

15. insanity.

You're seeing things and hearing them, waking up only to realize you've done things you don't remember or you're in a place you weren't before. You're losing it and you don't know what to do.

16. guilt.

It's eating you up inside and you have to tell someone about it now. You want to be punished and you won't take no for an answer.

17. loss

You've lost something dear to you.

18. wild card.

Combine some options or make your own!

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[Sherlock doesn't say 'you're welcome'. It's implied, or he thinks it is. He's 'killed' himself for her, so it's not a very difficult thing to assume he'd protect himself for her, too.

He glances down at their hands when Joan does that. He turns his hand over and laces their fingers together, then looks forward.]

Mmm, if only I had my violin.

I kept it. I kept all your things.

[Her voice is soft. It had been difficult, living in their apartment, surrounded by his things. But she could no more dispose of them than she could give up on the chance that he was alive.]

[She kept his possessions. The important ones and unimportant ones alike?]

Even my shampoo?

[It's touching in a way, that she'd clung to what was left of him. That and her tireless search for him leads him to the one conclusion that she'd been looking for him. She'd been convinced he'd be alive and well at the end of the day. So touching, but also very worrying.

What would happen to her if something really were to happen to him?

It brings him back to the promise she'd had him make. To be careful. He won't let 'careful' interfere with functional, but he will try to be a little less reckless.]

I think there's still half a bottle under the sink somewhere, yes.

[If Sherlock had voiced those concerns, she would have rejected them. It was sentiment at first, of course, when she couldn't bear to let go of him, but it became practical in its own way, a constant reminder of him that insisted she could not give up on him. It didn't mean she would not be able to let go and move on were he to actually die.

It just made it more likely,]

You could have used it.

[Sherlock won't bring those things to light. It would take the conversation into an area he's not comfortable with. Joan's done wonders to teach him how to be more human and to accept his flaws (read: emotions) as a part of himself. But, he'd just as soon not talk about them. So much easier to repress and deal with them all at once down the line.]

When I said I wished I had my violin, I meant presently. I would use it to put you back to sleep.

I figured that. It would be nice. I miss hearing you play.

[She squeezes his hand. Having himhere is already calming her noticeably.]

[After sitting there, simply holding onto Joan's hand for a few quiet minutes, Sherlock starts to sing in a soft baritone to the tune of Over the Hills and Far Away.]

Hark now the drums beat up again
For all true soldier gentlemen.
So, let us list and march I say
And go over the hills and far away...

[It's so sweet that her heart aches, just a little. She shifts closer to rest her head on his arm, and listens to him sing.]

[It's a lullaby that his mother had sung to him as a child. He's actually surprised that he remembers all the lyrics.]

Over the hills, and o'er the main
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain.
Queen Anne commands and we'll obey
And go over the hills and far away.

[Sherlock doesn't move his arm away from her. She can use it as a pillow and he'll slip it out of her grasp as soon as her sleep's deep enough.]

There's twenty shillings on the drum
For him that with us freely comes.
'Tis volunteers shall win the day
Over the hills and far away.

You have a beautiful voice.

[It's a murmur, very soft. She's still mostly awake, but very relaxed, the anxiety of the dream almost completely soothed away.]

[Sherlock, unlike Johann Sebastian Bach and James Moriarty, does not mind an interrupted melody, so he pauses his singing to shrug at the compliment.]

Absolute pitch.

[He's got as much of a gift with music as he does with deduction.]

Would you like me to continue?

More than that. It's also very ... resonant.

[She's drifting more.]

Please.

[Sherlock hummed thoughtfully at that. A good tone as well as absolute pitch. Good to know. He doesn't sing very often.]

Come gentlemen that have a mind
To serve a queen that's good and kind.
Come list and enter in to pay
And go over the hills and far away.

[He can tell that the song is having the desired effect, even though the violin would have had her sleeping by now. It's harder coming up with lyrics than notes, otherwise he would have been able to improvise something more effective.]

And we shall live more happy lives,
Free of squalling brats and wives
Who nag and vex us every day.
So its over the hills and far away

[If Joan had been awake to hear that last verse, she might have had a sarcastic comment. But she fell asleep sometime during the previous verse.]

[Sherlock allows his voice to get lentando until it finally tapers off into quiet. He doesn't need to finish the song entirely, since it's already served its purpose. He leans his head back against the headboard and watches her. It'll be a quarter hour before he'll get into a more comfortable position for sleeping. For now, he'll just idly touch her shoulder while she rests.]

[She feels warm, safe and relaxed, so she sleeps soundly and without dreams. When Sherlock shifts, she doesn't wake at all.]

((OOC: This feels like a good place to end the thread I think. We could always continue them running off around the world somewhere in the future or maybe have them get back home after. As always, I love your Joan. :X))

((ooc: Sounds good! And I love your Sherlock! <3))