blackcat1806

Warning- contains post- Reichenbach angst/spoilers A John Watson's War fic For once he'd called her in advance. Amazing, he knew; planning anything nowadays. He never planned anymore. Planning implied having a future, a goal, a purpose. He'd felt particularly purposeless lately. It was the telly that set him off. Something he'd seen, that had been on. A dance documentary. He'd woken up after leaving the set on all night and it was on. It set off a memory and he'd immediately called Ella before he got the urge to throw his shoe though the screen. Then he'd have to pay damages. Anyway, his therapist sat in her position opposite, and fo

In chess the Queen is most powerful, And we are queens. Masters of our own boards, Arrogant enough to be ignorant to the real motives moving the pieces. So we went to war. I am ice and you are fire, Your temper hot, my cold resolve, Not caring what pawns we take out in our paths, What castles and knights we destroy and scorn. All for the king. Really just a weak argument neither of us meant to defend this long, Moving one square in either direction but with no real purpose, Backwards and forwards, Penned in by obstacles, bad intentions and blind fury blocking any clear paths. It's a one pointless play after another, But it's