And so he’d been receiving emails (and texts) ever since, ranging from the important to the trivial, mostly from Lestrade and Molly and on one memorable occasion - a drunken email from Anderson himself. The latter, a hilarious nonsensical and nearly incomprehensible lengthy message, he decided to show to Sherlock himself during one of his long sulks (Well what did Anderson expect, he sent them!). What happened next was definitely one of the best nights of his life, as they did literally nothing but giggle and laughed their arses off.
But with Harry’s recurring video recommendations adding to the usual traffic of emails and spams, things start to get very complicated. In fact, he had just cleared his inbox the other day. At this rate he didn’t know whether to thank Amy or not.
Awaiting your next blog update. Love, Harry.
John sighs wistfully, finally reaching the end of the message. Though he hasn’t replied to everything sent to him by Harry, their email exchange in the recent weeks is by far the closest interaction they had for the past ten years. No, must definitely thank her. John firmly resolves. He should definitely meet this Amy sometime in the future. Or better yet, invite her to a cup of coffee. She probably deserves more than that.
He drifts the cursor towards the link, and then stops. John stares at it one more time, frowning. The seemingly random assortment of underlined letters and numbers manage to look smug despite its inanimateness, as if it sensed John’s hesitance and internal battle. It should have been a simple choice for such a mundane thing: to click or not to click, to take the fight or run out of sight. He subconsciously wonders why he has to choose at all. He is the type who acts before he thinks… always have been and though not all decisions end up good, he learned to trust his instincts a long time ago.
Maybe it’s because you still don’t trust her, his traitorous, backstabbing mind supplies. John sighs with resignation because God help him, it seems to be true.
But it’s just a stupid video, not some broken promise or failed expectation.
Surprisingly, it’s same voice in his head who rationally retorts this time. Besides, he’d rather kill time before Sherlock would start throwing insults to the world and demand literal bloody murder, preferably a back to back locked door homicide - now that would be the cherry on the top.
John makes up his mind and a new window opens. Both hands pressed under his chin like in prayer, he waits as the white spiral circle goes round and round in the center of the large rectangular black box. The first thing that catches his eye is the number on the right which was over four million. His eyebrows rise, must be one hell of a video then. It only takes him another look to catch the title in bold capitalized letters below:
WHY DOES A FEW SHADES OF GREY MAKES LIFE MORE COLORFUL
And he barely registers the username when the video begins to play and a man appears.
“Hello Internet!” the man, probably in his early twenties, greets cordially with a wave. With his long flat jet black hair, a casual navy blue t-shirt and a single black earring on his right ear, John swears he looks like one of those Japanese comic book characters brought to life. But his accent screams British and now John’s crazy theory is now overruled.
Behind the man is a large oak table spread with clips of outdated newspapers; on top are assortments of open and closed cans of paint while an array of dry and used brushes lie at the side. At the far back are paintings and canvases of different sizes leaned against the wall, all finished but one.
Is this one of those Do-it-yourself tutorials? John wonders aloud while makes a side sweeping motion with his head before he fixes his gaze back to the screen.
Sorry again for the rather late update. I thought you might like some tidbits rather than waiting for the whole thing (which would probably take more than forever. If there are any html problems, sorry again. Thanks! - AuthorNonie
Fill: A Crazy Little Thing Called Boredom - 3/?
But with Harry’s recurring video recommendations adding to the usual traffic of emails and spams, things start to get very complicated. In fact, he had just cleared his inbox the other day. At this rate he didn’t know whether to thank Amy or not.
Awaiting your next blog update. Love, Harry.
John sighs wistfully, finally reaching the end of the message. Though he hasn’t replied to everything sent to him by Harry, their email exchange in the recent weeks is by far the closest interaction they had for the past ten years. No, must definitely thank her. John firmly resolves. He should definitely meet this Amy sometime in the future. Or better yet, invite her to a cup of coffee. She probably deserves more than that.
He drifts the cursor towards the link, and then stops. John stares at it one more time, frowning. The seemingly random assortment of underlined letters and numbers manage to look smug despite its inanimateness, as if it sensed John’s hesitance and internal battle. It should have been a simple choice for such a mundane thing: to click or not to click, to take the fight or run out of sight. He subconsciously wonders why he has to choose at all. He is the type who acts before he thinks… always have been and though not all decisions end up good, he learned to trust his instincts a long time ago.
Maybe it’s because you still don’t trust her, his traitorous, backstabbing mind supplies. John sighs with resignation because God help him, it seems to be true.
But it’s just a stupid video, not some broken promise or failed expectation.
Surprisingly, it’s same voice in his head who rationally retorts this time. Besides, he’d rather kill time before Sherlock would start throwing insults to the world and demand literal bloody murder, preferably a back to back locked door homicide - now that would be the cherry on the top.
John makes up his mind and a new window opens. Both hands pressed under his chin like in prayer, he waits as the white spiral circle goes round and round in the center of the large rectangular black box. The first thing that catches his eye is the number on the right which was over four million. His eyebrows rise, must be one hell of a video then. It only takes him another look to catch the title in bold capitalized letters below:
WHY DOES A FEW SHADES OF GREY MAKES LIFE MORE COLORFUL
And he barely registers the username when the video begins to play and a man appears.
“Hello Internet!” the man, probably in his early twenties, greets cordially with a wave. With his long flat jet black hair, a casual navy blue t-shirt and a single black earring on his right ear, John swears he looks like one of those Japanese comic book characters brought to life. But his accent screams British and now John’s crazy theory is now overruled.
Behind the man is a large oak table spread with clips of outdated newspapers; on top are assortments of open and closed cans of paint while an array of dry and used brushes lie at the side. At the far back are paintings and canvases of different sizes leaned against the wall, all finished but one.
Is this one of those Do-it-yourself tutorials? John wonders aloud while makes a side sweeping motion with his head before he fixes his gaze back to the screen.
Sorry again for the rather late update. I thought you might like some tidbits rather than waiting for the whole thing (which would probably take more than forever. If there are any html problems, sorry again. Thanks! - AuthorNonie