Thread: The Deduction of Human Emotions (Dreamer- and Elise)

Sherlock noticed the slightly confused look that was thrown her way and mentally cursed herself again for the slip. The only consolation was that it was a confused look instead of a knowing one. Still, it was hard to figure out which she'd prefer more. As these thoughts on the asinine subject continued to persist in roaming around her mind, just begging to be listened to, Sherlock instead pushed it all to the outer most reaches of her thoughts. It was in her experience that you could not 'delete' emotions from your hard-drive, but at least you would delete the subjects that caused those certain emotions. And for a moment, just for a moment, the thought of getting rid of the known information on the good doctor seemed alleviating. With Joan gone from her mind everything could simply return to normal, she could go back to how it was before Watson. Solving crime by herself and pushing Lestrade to his limits, taking part in all of her extracurricular activities unchallenged, go without talking to Mycroft for years on end, all the while not being bothered to eat or sleep. Yet she was surprised to find that life sounded much less appealing then it had just a year before. That was all because she had grown accustom the Joan's companionship, and always being around for her. Sherlock groaned inwardly, knowing she could never delete Watson, no matter how much she hated all of those fickle emotions. Now she just had to figure out how deep her affections went for the woman. At Joan admitting it was a horrible idea and agreeing to cancel with the guy, Sherlock perked up noticeably. She didn't make an other comment on the prospect but it was hard to hide the smile that came to her lips. So she took another sip of coffee to mask the grin and turned her head away to gaze at something on the mantle above the fireplace. But she did allow herself to say something on the dinner, a subject she had momentarily forgotten about. Yes, we'll go out, She looked over to Watson, shifting the mug away from her lips to show the smug smirk that was there, And I promise, cross my heart. Then she made the motion with her free hand over her actual heart and watched the doctor walk up the stairs to her room. Don't be late getting back tomorrow! Who knows what ghastly things I'll do if left alone to long! The tone was a mix of sarcasm and annoyance. She would probably always find it irritating to have someone else dictate her life, even if only a little and even if it was Watson. Mycroft had tried to do that a few times before and look what happened to their relationship, though their issued stemmed back far farther then that. With a small sigh, and hearing the door close behind Joan, Sherlock wondered if she too should go to her room. It would be much more comfortable then sitting in this chair all night. So with a small shrug she climes to her feet, places the half-empty mug on the coffee table and also goes to her room. Once the door was closed she flings her body onto the bed, long limbs going everywhere as she landed in a seemingly uncomfortable position. Sherlock stayed like this for a few moments before turning onto her back, straightening her legs and folding her hands on her stomach. She stared at the blank, dark ceiling for awhile and finally allowed for her thoughts to roam freely about her cranium. Sherlock only did this here because she knew she was in no danger of betraying herself with a stray facial expression, or twitch of the body. She tended to be very careful around others and not letting them know what she was thinking. Most of the time it was real, the distain and annoyance she showed on her face, and the callous manner she treated others as she brushed them off. But there were those rare occasions her body would betray her and act of its own accord. Her deliberation tonight was about earlier, and the way she reacted to Joan simply being asked out by someone else. She wasn't accustom to that, or feeling all of that rage at something as insignificant as Joan going out with another person. It startled and worried her a bit did this mean she was becoming to dependent on Joan? Sherlock considered her feelings towards the doctor on a normal basis, and then the flux in emotions when that idiot had asked her out. The most likely explanation to the scenario was that Sherlock herself wanted to become romantically involved with Watson. It seemed to fit, the jealous behavior and how her train of thought was often derailed by the other woman. It didn't take long for Sherlock to except the theory, but she only wondered what was the next step. Was there even any sliver of hope that Joan could be in a relationship with a woman? She already repeatedly stated she wasn't gay, the first day they had met she insisted on stating that fact. And this could obviously ruin their friendship, if something should go awry. But even with all of the risks involved Sherlock knew what she had to do and was willing to put everything on the line. If the only way to solve the problem was to become the other woman's lover, so be it. She would not risk loosing the doctor to someone else, or becoming second to any of the moronic blokes in London. There were only two problems left to take into consideration How was she supposed to seduce an allegedly straight female, and could Sherlock even successfully be in a romantic and most likely sexual relationship. She didn't even know if she was compatible with Watson that way. Sure they got along and enjoyed each other's company. . . But could she go that far? In the end, Sherlock resolved to test of her theory's tomorrow and hopefully start carrying out her plans. Looks like a lot of researching was ahead of her.