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ph_logs2024-12-11 01:22 pm
lightconductor) wrote in ph_logs2024-12-11 01:22 pm
It's December
Who: Watson and you
What: December toplevel for your various Watson needs.
When: Throughout December
Warnings: Talk of old injuries/current disabilities, use of alcohol.
1.
With December comes the beginning of some colder weather, and for Watson, this has always meant the very physical reminder of the time he took a bullet in his shoulder, and the one that's still lodged in his kneecap. He's always had something of a limp, but these days? He's certainly leaning on his cane a little more than he normally does, as well as being a little more of a homebody.
The hot springs, however, are a tempting destination, particularly before the weather becomes bitter enough to keep him closer to home.
On a beach full of people, a bathing costume is, of course, necessary. Here, where it's a little quieter, it isn't, and after setting his clothes into a secure bundle, he slides into the water in the nude. He finds a comfortable seat, and closes his eyes.
2.
There are, of course, business hours.
Watson isn't so busy he won't sit at the front desk of the clinic himself if necessary, a cheerful little fire in the stove to keep the room warm while he writes. This has always been the way for him: quiet office hours are the perfect time to absorb himself in the task of writing some of the things in his head down onto paper. He writes with a dip pen, one where the shaft has been made with a rather familiar looking feather.
Pay no attention to the huge grey tomcat with the ragged ear who is often curled up by the fire, sleeping. He has a tendency to follow Watson to and from work, and comes and goes as he pleases. Watson might have given up on trying to control Diogenes's movements. It's easier just to let him in.
3.
In the evening, it's common for Watson to drop by the Oak and Iron and order a drink at the bar, or maybe a full meal if he has no other plans and does not want to attempt to cook himself. This is one of the little social things he does to keep himself sane, in fact.
He's quick with greetings, eager for conversation.
"How are you keeping yourself? Do you have time to join me?"
4.
Wildcard. Hit me up!
What: December toplevel for your various Watson needs.
When: Throughout December
Warnings: Talk of old injuries/current disabilities, use of alcohol.
1.
With December comes the beginning of some colder weather, and for Watson, this has always meant the very physical reminder of the time he took a bullet in his shoulder, and the one that's still lodged in his kneecap. He's always had something of a limp, but these days? He's certainly leaning on his cane a little more than he normally does, as well as being a little more of a homebody.
The hot springs, however, are a tempting destination, particularly before the weather becomes bitter enough to keep him closer to home.
On a beach full of people, a bathing costume is, of course, necessary. Here, where it's a little quieter, it isn't, and after setting his clothes into a secure bundle, he slides into the water in the nude. He finds a comfortable seat, and closes his eyes.
2.
There are, of course, business hours.
Watson isn't so busy he won't sit at the front desk of the clinic himself if necessary, a cheerful little fire in the stove to keep the room warm while he writes. This has always been the way for him: quiet office hours are the perfect time to absorb himself in the task of writing some of the things in his head down onto paper. He writes with a dip pen, one where the shaft has been made with a rather familiar looking feather.
Pay no attention to the huge grey tomcat with the ragged ear who is often curled up by the fire, sleeping. He has a tendency to follow Watson to and from work, and comes and goes as he pleases. Watson might have given up on trying to control Diogenes's movements. It's easier just to let him in.
3.
In the evening, it's common for Watson to drop by the Oak and Iron and order a drink at the bar, or maybe a full meal if he has no other plans and does not want to attempt to cook himself. This is one of the little social things he does to keep himself sane, in fact.
He's quick with greetings, eager for conversation.
"How are you keeping yourself? Do you have time to join me?"
4.
Wildcard. Hit me up!
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Watson gives a drowsy little chuckle; he glances up to see who's joined him. "Well, there is fortunately plenty of room."
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Degas has no shame stripping in front of Watson, his body soft and doughy. He had spend some time after Melly's death Not Eating, but he's gained the weight back and now looks comfortably cushiony, like a proper old man who isn't in shape should. He slides into the water beside Watson, letting out a heavy sigh.
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"I am rather glad we have this," he says, conversationally. "It may not be precisely the same as a Turkish bathhouse back home, but I will not say it is worse, either."
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Degas takes the time to fold his clothing neatly before he slips into the water with the heavy sigh of someone who has needed this for a While. Old bones. Watson ought to understand.
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Also, of all the things he forgot he would have to explain. "Ah, in the style of the nation of Turkey," he says. "Usually they're arranged as a series of heated rooms, along with staff to give you a good scrub and a massage, and a linen towel to wrap yourself in while you cool down. Wonderful for an aching body."
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But he isn't going to take care of himself in such a manner, is he? No, he's hiking out into the rocks for the hot spring. Because that's the closest he gets to indulgence.
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"I daresay one could pay for such a thing. Still, I think I might be a trifle too attached to not have to be careful about my business there."
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"I am," Watson says, "and we are."
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These aren't really theoretical, hypothetical questions. Degas is asking for advice.
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"If I must be perfectly honest, there was a span of time where I was being courted and I had no idea," Watson admits, with a small and rueful laugh. "Apparently what counted for very obvious signals to him were not to me. I am generally fairly good at picking these things up, you know. Sometimes..."
He lets out a thoughtful sigh.
"Sometimes there need to be conversations about things you thought were universal, and are not. There is much in the way of compromise. That's true for all relationships, certainly, but you do find yourself having to be flexible in unexpected ways."
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But. The word hangs heavy over him.
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Yes, he realizes that might very well give it away. He doesn't care.
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Watson leans back, frowning thoughtfully. Possibly he's not nearly religious enough for this conversation. "Of course. That would present a number of serious difficulties. Faith is a difficult thing to compromise on."
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Watson smiles faintly. "You don't seem the type of man who wants to make decisions unilaterally for his paramour. If not compromise, then at least problem solving -- but, ideally, together."