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[james-side1]

Blog move

Hey guys,

In an effort to revamp this blog and reawaken James, I have decided to make him his own account rather than just be a side blog to my personal. So this blog is now an archive for past threads.

In his new blog I have changed his main verse slightly and I’m starting anew. So if you’re still interested in me and James and want to follow his new story lines and adventures, please do come follow him here.

Thanks everyone :)

[james-side1]

“I’ll make sure to bring you another sandwich,” James said as soon as his mouth was empty. He felt Helen was not hungry far too often.

“What can I help you with?”

       ❝ you’re LUCKY i need your help with this james, and that i’m not particularly hungry. ❞

               { @doctorjameswatson | cont’d }

[james-side1]

“Both? Either?”

He sighed and stared at his lap.

“I’m sorry. I’ve simply ..... missed you.”

"Do you think we could ever be as close as we once were?" (James angst XD)

       ❝ in terms of FRIENDSHIP or…something more ? ❞

[james-side1]

“That may as well be. But, surely, having another birthday is better than not having another at all? Isn’t that worth celebrating?”

James hovers in the doorway, hands on his hips and giving her a wry smile. "Well, someone knows how to live vivaciously during their birthday, don't they?"

       she purses her lips and gives him a small smile ( despite herself. he has that EFFECT on her ). ❝ i’ve had two hundred and eighty of them now, james. after awhile the NOVELTY wears off. ❞

[james-side1]

Shock comes over him as soon as the first few words are out of her mouth. James can’t quite believe what he’s hearing. He thought if it were true that he would have been able to tell. Love shouldn’t be something that one can hide so easily. Or, had he been so very blind to his friend’s feelings?

James didn’t want to hurt Clarisse. It was the last thing he wanted to do but he didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t cause pain. Guilt filled him as he looked at her with sadness and took his hand back - not because he didn’t want to touch her but because he didn’t want to hurt her. 

“You could never lose me,” he repeated as he tried to find the words. “I don’t want to hurt you, Clarisse. I’m so sorry. I .. I can’t feel the same way.” He kept close and facing her - in case she needed him. James wasn’t about to just leave her. “I .. I don’t know what to say. I’ve never wanted to hurt you, although I know I must be right now. Whatever you need from me .. if I can give it .. I will.”

Enough || Closed

[james-side1]

James didn’t agree with her. None of it could have possibly been Clarisse’s fault. Not with what she had been feeling. Not with what she had gone through. The longer they looked into each other’s eyes the more James wanted to kiss her. The love he felt for her blossomed inside his chest in a way that it hadn’t done in months.

In the end, her crying was a good thing. It stopped James doing something that would have hurt the other woman he had to take into consideration. Not to say it didn’t surprise James. He had been expecting words after all. Her grief and pain made it all the harder for him to keep his emotions inside. They’d never really got to the point before where they could share their feelings and express them together. 

Pulling her instinctively towards him, James wrapped Clarisse into a hug and held her tightly. He couldn’t make up for what he’d done before but maybe he could help now. Perhaps comforting her would help the both of them.

“I’m so sorry, Clarisse,” he whispered. His voice thick with pain. “Let it out. I’ve got you. I’m not going to hurt you again.”

Ashes and Wine // doctorjameswatson

[james-side1]

His guilt subsided as she willingly relaxed back into his hold once more. Gently stroking her hair, he chuckled with her and hoped that his natural warmth warmed and comforted her.

“Dinner sounds lovely,” he murmured. He looked down to meet her eyes. “Anything that means spending more time with such a beautiful lady as yourself.”

Stumble to You

[james-side1]

James had a quiet existence. Quiet but busy. Life on the farm was busy and peaceful - just the way he liked it. He’d been on his own for nearly a year now, ever since his wife had died. First of all the silence had been deafening but he was starting to get used to it. The people in the near by town would stare at him and mutter behind his back. They pitied him and found him strange - a loner. James didn’t mind. He had no wish to be around anyone right now.

But that was about to change. Walking back from market with items he couldn’t grow or produce on his farm, James stopped when he saw the woman running at him. Somehow he expected that his day was about to get a whole lot more interesting than he’d ever imagined. Bag slung over his shoulder, both his hands were free to catch her before she hurt herself against him. Looking down he quirked one eyebrow up.

“It’s not everyday I find someone running through my land. Are you alright?”

Swept Away || Closed || James and Clarisse

It was her duty as future queen. It was her duty to close her eyes and just jump, making the sacrifice of not falling in love for the duty and honour of becoming ruler of her kingdom one day. That was what she was taught to do. You were arranged to be married to someone, you went through with it. You united the two kingdoms, and allowed your husband - the new King - to rule over it all, with you faithfully by his side. Love had nothing to do with it…

Clarisse wasn’t sure what came over her. She was in the royal carriage, riding through the woods with her guards all around. Two on horse back behind her carriage and two in front of her carriage. She was going to meet the man she was supposed to marry. She was signing her life away… Throwing caution to the wind, and realizing that a sense of duty wasn’t enough to sacrifice true love for, the blonde had flung herself out of the carriage when they had slowed down considerably to give the horses a rest. The princess then took off in a neck-breaking sprint. She didn’t look back as she abandoned some of the adornments on her body that would give her away as the princess, and she undid her extravagant hairdo, letting her blonde curls fall long and flail as she ran. 

Clarisse was not sure where she was running to, all she knew was that she needed to get away. With her warm, emerald green cape tied around her shoulders, she pulled on its hood, hoping to blend in with the trees. That was when the woods ended, though, and she was quite clearly on someone’s property. Looking around frantically, Clarisse gasped for air before running again down the road. She came to an abrupt halt when she crashed into a firm chest.

[james-side1]

James was concerned for a moment or two that his attempt at calming D had not worked. Understanding the man who had tried to rob him was proving more difficult than he usually found with men in particular. He let out a sigh of relief when he could see the signs that his words had done the trick. 

“You’re very welcome,” he replied and he smiled both in kindness and at how the other explained what they had been doing. What they were. He looked like a man pretending to be what he thought was expected of him and not being who he really wanted to be. Perhaps, James thought, he could help with some of that. 

“That sounds perfect. There should be some vodka around here somewhere. I think I’ll stick to whisky though. We should find both in my drawing room. Otherwise I’ll have someone bring the vodka there.”

Closed Starter | The Restless Stray

[james-side1]

His eyes never left Helen as she moved away to make the tea. Thinking back, he could see the difference that faking her death had made - both the advantages and disadvantages. Liberated from the world yet lonely. More so than ever before. 

James didn’t see her lip tremble or the emotion in her eyes but he could hear it in her voice. It made him want to hold her but something held him back. He wasn’t sure where they stood anymore or where the line was. Crossing that line and making Helen uncomfortable was not something that James wanted to do his first day back in her life. Stepping forward, his hand reached out to her hip before hesitating. Instead he softly squeezed her shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too. But please, don’t blame yourself for my death. It was going to happen sooner or later. I knew that would be my last mission. I wanted it to be with you.”

❝ well then…TEA it shall be. ❞ she gave his hand a small squeeze and moved to put the kettle on. things had been quiet ( by sanctuary standards, anyway ) for the past couple of days, so she was content to do it herself. for once, she wasn’t drowning in paperwork ( hard to do when you’re dead ), and she wanted to just enjoy the company of an OLD FRIEND and revel in the fact they were both alive.

while they waited, helen turned back to him. she felt her bottom lip TREMBLE slightly but averted her eyes as an attempt to hide it. ❝ i’ve missed you, ❞ she confessed, ❝ and i’ve never stopped blaming myself for what happened. i let my PANIC over ashley make me blind to everything and everyone else. i’m sorry, james. i assure you, i’ve been WORKING HARD to make sure such things don’t happen again. ❞

[james-side1]

Spreading his legs out more, James slowly moved to lie down as he enjoyed the sensations that D was producing. He’d been aroused and sexually tense for a while so it didn’t take much to get him close under D’s expert ministrations. His hips rocked with the impending urgency of his climax and his verbalisations got louder. Softly swearing under his breath, he didn’t get around to warning D about his climax before it happened. Back arching into D’s mouth, he moaned his appreciation and pleasure as his release finally washed over him.

“Master, I can’t, Please, just let me cum.” // >=] lol maybe from the pet verse?

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[james-side1]

The lost gaze that James’ witnessed, he put down to the drugs that he reasoned would be taking effect around now. James certainly wouldn’t have guessed what was truly going on in D’s head. Still, he enjoyed the physical closeness and the comfort that brought. Sitting back, he brought up a hand to caress D’s hair as he relished the quiet familiarity between the two of them. It was moments like this that gave James hope that he might actually be helping. That there might be a way through to D after all. It was what kept him trying - he couldn’t perceive giving up on the man.

Walking into the room, James sat down next to Dieter and passed him a plate of cookies.

D looked up and watched as James sat beside him, a smile forming as he accepted the plate.  Picking one up, he let it hang from his mouth as he poured James a cup of tea.  After stirring in the additives he’d seen James use over the time he’d spent there he paused, heart leaping as he saw the burn marks on the spoon.  Faen.  Removing the cookie from his mouth, he quickly placed the spoon in his mouth with a weak smile.  He twisted the handle, as if he were only playing with spoon rather than attempting to hide the signs of his activities shortly before James had arrived. 

[james-side1]

James moaned loudly at the feeling of D’s clothed behind grinding against him - every part of him feeling very sensitive after D’s attentions. He slowly moved his hips against the other and bit his lip at both the feeling of D over him and at D’s request. 

“Yes. God, yes,” he panted out. James was so ready for D, in any way the other wanted him. They just needed a way to get around D’s trousers. 

“Do you want me to cut your trousers off?”

D turned back to the naked man laying on the bed, steadying his own breath as he crawled on top, the fabric of his trousers dragging over James' flesh. Hesitantly, he leaned down to kiss his lover's lips, a far more caring gesture than common of the alien. When he leaned back he slipped the cap off the sterile scalpel in his right hand. "You certain?" D asked with concern written in his gaze. // look squirrel finally did the thing lol come play is much bored =p

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[james-side1]

James couldn’t help the flinch backwards that occurred when D straddled his lap. He kept his eyes on D and tried to not show his fear or disgust at the blood that was transferred to his skin or the knife that D had. Trying to control his breathing, James could only hope that he had given D enough of a reason to keep him alive. The girl on the floor already being dead was a god send really. If James had, had to save her then it really would have only complicated the situation and not helped in his attempt to think clearly. 

“You are more than a murderer. More than .. than this.” James said quietly but firmly. “You aren’t beyond help. You’ve not given me enough time to try. Please, let me go. We’ve still got time to try.”

❣

// 10.Your muse tied up in any way mine chooses… but since D really wouldn’t be into tying James up I’m afraid this is going to go down a darker path. //

It wasn’t D’s fault… James just couldn’t leave well enough alone.  Dieter had left for a very simple reason.  Three girls died in the time it took the detective to finally barge in on the correct place and time.  D managed to knock the man out before James could neutralize D’s powers, teleporting him and the fresh kill into a closed down warehouse for more privacy.  He handcuffed James’ hands around a thick metal pole connecting floor to ceiling as he set about opening up the girl.  His hands were immersed in Susan’s abdomen by the time James began to stir.

[james-side1]

Staring straight ahead, James stood tall as he felt, rather than saw, D circle him. Goosebumps formed and James shivered as he felt D’s finger drift over his skin. His anger was melting away even more so than before as he came to understand the situation better and think more clearly. The possibilities that came to mind and anticipation of what could happen caused a warm buzz to spread throughout his body. His eyes only moved when he saw D start to complete the circle around him and he watched him as he considered his options. Then, taking a deep breath, he let the towel drop to his feet - unwilling to let his insecurities and worries get to him in this moment. If D wanted to see him then he’d let him, and would wait to see what happened next. 

“Exactly how appealing am I?”

The case of the disappearing clothes// that-familiar-satisfaction

[james-side1]

James tilted his head to the side as if to ask D if he was seriously asking that question. With a sigh, he watched the hand go into the pocket and wondered what D was thinking. He found most people so easy to read and yet had such difficulty with the man before him. Considering the situation for a moment, James decided that perhaps now wasn’t the best time to confront D on any drug habit he might be redeveloping. He needed to learn more about the other first.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Don’t worry, I won’t take it off of you right now. It would be a little hypocritical of me. Or did you think I was following you?”

“From…"  D asked, dark eyes hardening.  Was that it then?  The man had followed him in attempts to keep him from sinking back into illegal behavior?  He’d stayed clean…well off opium at least since before his first encounter with James.  A marvelous stretch really and very few complications but he needed to end it before it became too weak and broke with a violent snap.  At first it had simply been the dreams..now the thoughts plagued him while awake as well.  It was only a matter of time and he preferred not to do that to James…even if it wasn’t to James at all.  His right hand slid into his jacket pocket, ghosting over the knife there less in premeditation and more for the simple tactile sensation of it. 

[james-side1]

The somewhat sudden outburst took James by surprise. Momentarily hurt, he then made himself think it through and observe D carefully. The hurt he had felt then dissolved into understanding and compassion. Not that he said this as he was sure D would not react well to compassion right now. He had to debate, silently, whether it was better to leave the conversation there or to try to calm D before possibly continuing the discussion. James felt that calming him at least was the best thing to do.

“Alright. I’m sorry if I misread the situation. I only wanted to reassure you. Consent is very important to me. You are important to me. With me, you always have a choice. That was my point. No judgements.”

James saw the shaking of D’s hands and his heart hurt for the other.

“You are always safe here. I can promise that. If you’d rather we stopped this conversation then consider it finished.”

Closed Starter | The Restless Stray