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

Joan folded the paper and put it aside. There was nothing to read in there anyway, it was useless and generally annoying. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms on her chest and closed her eyes slowly. Even though the air still smelled like smoke - which she doubted will ever change, the apartment will always have the mild scent of smoke thanks to Sherlock - her skin smelled like soap and it was a lot better right now. She wasn't angry at Sherlock, especially now that she finally got to sit calmly in the chair and listen to the beautiful music played by her tall roommate. Watson didn't like to admit this, but she loved hearing Sherlock playing her violin. Of course, she still couldn't stand the sounds of her tuning the violin at three in the morning although she got used to it by now and didn't bother to scream and complain anymore, but the woman was clearly gifted and it made Joan smile for some reason. Sherlock's confidence was high enough without Joan telling her how remarkable this was, so she usually remained silent as she listened to the breathtaking sounds that Sherlock managed to produce. A few minutes later, Joan felt the need to do something again. She got up from her chair and went to the kitchen to make herself some tea. She opened her mouth to ask Sherlock if she'd like some too, but she closed it again since she didn't want to disturb her in the middle of her playing. She made enough tea for two nonetheless, just in case. Joan walked back into the living room with the small cup in her hand. She approached the open window and closed it a bit - it was rather chilly outside and she didn't want either of them to get cold. She looked out of the window, following the people in the streets with her eyes as she took long sips of her tea. Sometimes she wondered what it's like to be Sherlock Holmes. She felt really uncomfortable trying to imagine what it must be like inside of her head. For Joan, Sherlock was a genius and a mystery but overall - a giant child. She rarely listened to anything Joan suggested, and when she did listen, Joan had a strong suspicion that Sherlock only did so to get rid of her lectures. Joan often tried to see things from Sherlock's perspective, but it usually didn't help at all. This time, for example, she could understand that Sherlock was bored. But why, why would someone close all of the doors and windows while smoking so heavily? It didn't make any sense, at least not for Watson. She finished her tea eventually and went back to return the cup. She washed it carefully and placed it back where it belonged, then grabbed her laptop and returned to her chair, ready for another cozy evening of doing absolutely nothing. Even though she secretly enjoyed watching Sherlock solving cases, she could never complain about a nice and quiet evening at home after a long day at the clinic. The fact that she just had a nice shower, a cup of tea and Sherlock's lovely music in the background made it even better. She checked her mail and went through a standard routine she had every time she entered the world of the internet, which simply included checking for any changed on a few different websites. Leaning back in her chair, Joan was ready to finish the day on a very warm, relaxing note.