At some point in your life you're given a choice. It's a pivotal choice. You can change the entire course of your life with it. Life or death, glory or ruin, good or evil. Which will you choose? Hopefully it's the right decision.
This meme is for the concept of choice and your characters making decisions. Say there's a point in canon where they're given a choice and they take one. What would happen if they took the other? What would change? Would things go better or worse? Explore at your leisure. Alternatively, come up with a new choice to make. Which is more likely? Which is more exciting? Explore both in different threads if you want! No one can tell which is the right decision but you.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
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Chopsticks picked up, he plucked up one of the steaming dumplings. Their bottoms were cracking golden brown having been fried then steamed. Dunked it in the fish sauce and took a careful bite to let out the steam. The first too-hot bite was always the best. Pork, ginger, carrots, scallions, garlic, soy sauce and sesame oil. It was the perfect combination and make his stomach growl. A few seconds to cool the way-too-hot down to not quite going to burn and the rest of it was popped in his mouth. Did not roll his eyes at the little pocket of heaven, but yes it was good.
"One of these days, I need to take you for soup dumplings." John grinned as he took a pancake to break it into smaller portions. He carefully took some fish sauce from Sherlock before taking a bit. Savory with that hint of sweetness all the pancakes had.
He watched Sherlock, pondering the probability of getting away stealing a dumpling.
"Had some. In China." Volunteered, "I like pork bao." They were easier to eat on the run. "Summer rolls." Handy easy to transport foods. Fresh or hot and made in front of him. "You?"
"Pork bao are some of my favorites, as are most of the dumplings. I like shumai as well." John smiled, "Basically what we're saying is we need to go out for dim sum soon."
"Custard buns." although the egg custard tarts were good too.
A second dumpling was picked up and dipped, going through his ritual again with an agreeable, this tastes good sound. Not too much ginger, just a hint that didn't overpower and steal the show. The second was just as good as the first without the higher than normal risk of burning his tongue. Savored the treat.
Always distrusted, a Holmesian trait, when things were too easy. It was always about that point that everything went wrong, someone was shot, and bad things happened. It was better to struggle than to have things be easy. At least then he knew where he stood.
Tasted the pancake and took that as a hint that John wanted the last potsticker. Was sad to see it go, but the grin made it worth it.
John savored the potsticker and then set his chopsticks down. He watched Sherlock for a moment and then reached out and touched his hand. He ran his fingers along the back of Sherlock's hand. Tracing the tendons he could feel in his hand.
Froze and glanced from the contact to John's face. A question was written in his eyebrows.
Didn't think he had gone wrong anywhere. Used the chopsticks in his other hand to pick up one of the stir-fried shrimp by the tail. Held it out, offering it to John.
Nothing was wrong. Nothing at all. John smiled at him and then leaned across to take the shrimp from the chopsticks. He bit it and smiled. The flavor was wonderful. He made a noise and then offered Sherlock a noodle. It had a rich, slightly spicy sauce.
He wasn't unaware that trading and feeding food was reserved for family or prospective mates. That would completely mess up their flatmates-friends if it went wrong. Except Sherlock had started that when he cracked the whip...or rather crop...or employed the other toys.
"Thank you," deciding if he liked the taste or not.
John didn't care what it meant. He smiled at Sherlock before starting in on his food. He loved the flavor and the spiciness of the sauce. The chewy noodles were fantastic.
It seemed to be backward to take a flatmate on a date. It was supposed to go the other way around, except then, any nurse could ask John out and he was quite aware how that had flummoxed him. Sherlock ate until he was nearly sated and definitely not stuffed, then sat back and had another cup or two of tea.
The walk to the museum was across the park, ones they would cut through on the way back home. Home. That was still a good word.
Squeezed. This way he couldn't wander off. John wouldn't lose him or vice-versa.
The bones in poses were, as the thought, something Molly would be interested in, but the man reduced to slides was absolutely fascinating. Must have stood there for several minutes reassembling him in his mind and seeing the subject's features as if he was there in front of him. Felt like a kid at an interactive exhibit even if he didn't touch anything. His other hand stuffed in his coat pocket, curled around his phone to keep from doing just that.
John was content to walk after Sherlock, holding his hand and looking at the exhibits. They were fascinating and he could practically feel Sherlock vibrating. But it made him smile. He was enjoying this and it was wonderful to see.
"Hrm?" reconstructive thoughts interrupted, he heard but hadn't processed. A moment later dots connected. "Yes. I am. You?" It was far politer to ask questions than to announce the analysis with or without the tedious explanation of how he got there.
John's expression said he was watching and observing. Sherlock checked his own state. He wasn't shaking in withdrawals, no headache, no sweating or other signs, there shouldn't be anything to interest the doctor.
[ooc: now out to shovel out a path to the back gate...joy.]
John brought their joined hands up and kissed the back of Sherlock's. A tender touch and a fleeting one. He lowered their hands and moved just a bit closer, enough so their arms were touching as well.
"That's good. You're almost as giddy as a schoolboy." He made sure his tone was obviously teasing, that there was a fondness to it. He was liking this.
A giddy schoolboy? Almost. He was seeing some things in solid shape that he had only created in his mind. Which was fine. Perfectly fine. But seeing the real thing, he could also see where errors had been made and was busily correcting stored mental images.
"I am glad we came," a thank you expressed in different words.
John smiled at that and kissed his hand again. "You're welcome." his voice was low, watching Sherlock. He swallowed and then lowered their joined hands.
"What do you want to do when we get home?" He asked after a moment of studying the human nervous system that was displayed before them.
Hrmed, watching the lights flicker when different 'fingers' of the hand were touched - represented by buttons. The more frequent the contact the quicker the lights turned on until they were skipping nerves and turning on at the base of the skull. Fascinating. So was it chemical or electrical? Both? Mere learned behavior?
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"I'm on a date with you."
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Did it matter? Supposed he would like some thought to go into it.
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He nodded to their waitress when the pancakes and dumplings were set down.
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Chopsticks picked up, he plucked up one of the steaming dumplings. Their bottoms were cracking golden brown having been fried then steamed. Dunked it in the fish sauce and took a careful bite to let out the steam. The first too-hot bite was always the best. Pork, ginger, carrots, scallions, garlic, soy sauce and sesame oil. It was the perfect combination and make his stomach growl. A few seconds to cool the way-too-hot down to not quite going to burn and the rest of it was popped in his mouth. Did not roll his eyes at the little pocket of heaven, but yes it was good.
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He watched Sherlock, pondering the probability of getting away stealing a dumpling.
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A second dumpling was picked up and dipped, going through his ritual again with an agreeable, this tastes good sound. Not too much ginger, just a hint that didn't overpower and steal the show. The second was just as good as the first without the higher than normal risk of burning his tongue. Savored the treat.
Refilled tea cups, his already empty.
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This was easy, comfortable. It was all wonderful. He swallowed when their dishes were put in front of them.
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Tasted the pancake and took that as a hint that John wanted the last potsticker. Was sad to see it go, but the grin made it worth it.
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Didn't think he had gone wrong anywhere. Used the chopsticks in his other hand to pick up one of the stir-fried shrimp by the tail. Held it out, offering it to John.
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"Thank you," deciding if he liked the taste or not.
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"You're welcome." He smiled at him.
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The walk to the museum was across the park, ones they would cut through on the way back home. Home. That was still a good word.
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The bones in poses were, as the thought, something Molly would be interested in, but the man reduced to slides was absolutely fascinating. Must have stood there for several minutes reassembling him in his mind and seeing the subject's features as if he was there in front of him. Felt like a kid at an interactive exhibit even if he didn't touch anything. His other hand stuffed in his coat pocket, curled around his phone to keep from doing just that.
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"Having fun?" He asked after a moment.
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John's expression said he was watching and observing. Sherlock checked his own state. He wasn't shaking in withdrawals, no headache, no sweating or other signs, there shouldn't be anything to interest the doctor.
[ooc: now out to shovel out a path to the back gate...joy.]
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"That's good. You're almost as giddy as a schoolboy." He made sure his tone was obviously teasing, that there was a fondness to it. He was liking this.
[ooc: Joy.... >.<]
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"I am glad we came," a thank you expressed in different words.
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"What do you want to do when we get home?" He asked after a moment of studying the human nervous system that was displayed before them.
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"Custard buns on the way."
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"We can. Do you have a preference for a place?"
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