[ Something about Sherlock's expression turns... sad instead of flustered. He's not a stranger to feeling like his body was a tool, something to be used in the pursuit of a case. Yet when Heizou says it as he does, the sentiment changes. His body was a means for a livelihood and to an end, not even to satisfy a physical need or to seek pleasure.
Perhaps Sherlock could blame the difference between their cultures and upbringing, but at least his body was his to use. For as much as Sherlock wished he wasn't limited by his body and took poor care of it... at least he had a body. Some people aren't so lucky.
And how could physical intimacy not be precious when Sherlock craves to be touched and held so much that he bought two plushes with an enchantment to feel like he's being hugged? How could it not be precious when a clasp of the shoulder can bring comfort and strength in equal measure? As a child, he wanted someone to gather him in their arms and told that things would be okay, that he wouldn't have to settle with only ghostly embraces within his mind or painful strikes that left bruises or cuts or broken bone. What of Heizou's intimacy with Lyney? Is that not precious and treasured? ]
You're more than that. You're not a tool to be used and discarded.
[He just laughs again when he sees the look on Sherlock's face, waving a hand to dismiss his concern.]
Oh, don't worry about me, Sherry! It didn't happen all that often, and it's not like I didn't get anything out of it when it did.
[Plus, if word ever got out that the Cyclone of Inazuma sometimes slept around for information, then all of his actual hard work would've been for naught. That's something that Heizou absolutely wouldn't be able to abide by, not when his work has always been so important to him.]
Besides, things are quite different now that I have Lyney. Which is more aligned with what you want to ask about, right? How people in a relationship do things?
[ Sherlock's tone lacks accusation and challenge. If anything, his tone carries a bit of hesitation and fear that Heizou doesn't understand how much it meant to Sherlock when they laid in such companionable proximity on their landlocked ship, resting against each other. To give the feeling another name, Sherlock almost feels... hurt that he might have misread the situation. (Yes, they were both drunk, but that is besides the point.)
Additionally, he knows what Heizou tries to do because it is what Sherlock himself would do. He'd deflect the topic and try to steer it towards more comfortable for him and off-balancing for the other. For that reason, Sherlock avoids taking the bait and waits for Heizou to answer. ]
[Honestly, Heizou should've expected that. They're too alike to fall for one another's tricks, and he really should've known better. He lets out a little sigh, a sort of huff of laughter, and takes another big sip of his coffee.]
Man alive, there's no escaping your questions, hm?
[He settles more comfortably in his chair, turning to look at the fire in the fireplace with a fond, but thoughtful look on his face.]
...Yes. Yes, it's very different. Here, and not just with Lyney.
[ Just as there is no escaping Sherlock's questions, that last comment "not just with Lyney" shows that there is no escaping Heizou's observations. Heizou has read more into Sherlock's reaction beyond the concern he has for Heizou.
Well...
Sherlock places his mug of coffee on a small nearby table as he unfolds himself from the chair. He's behind Heizou in his chair in just a few long strides. Without a word, he bends over and wraps his arms around Heizou's shoulders from behind and drops his head against red hair. ]
Forgive me for taking liberties, but something like this is something precious to me.
[ Well, why not confirm Heizou's suspicions? He holds on for a second longer before moving to pull himself away. ]
[Heizou can't help but give Sherlock an odd, curious look as he gets up, watching as he steps closer. He doesn't quite get a second to put his own coffee mug down before Sherlock's arms are around him. Which also means he can't quite hide the way he jumps ever so slightly at the first touch. Heizou never has any trouble initiating physical affection, but having someone else do the same to him without warning still catches him off guard.
But to his credit, after all this time on Eltrut, with how close he and Sherlock have become, it only takes a moment for him to relax into the hold. Heizou's expression softens into something warm and genuine, and he lets his eyes shut and leans more into Sherlock. At least until the other withdraws, and Heizou lets out a soft chuckle.]
I'm sorry, Sherry. I didn't want you to worry about me. We were meant to be discussing your curiosities, not my own... issues.
[ Though Sherlock doesn't say, Heizou relaxing into his hold means so much to him. He looks sheepish as he pulls away and returns to his chair. He's not used to initiating with purpose, not spur of the moment in times of distress or in an altered (drunk) mental state. However, doesn't it make it even more meaningful? That he chose to, fully of sound mind?
The feeling lingers. It never fails to surprise him how solid, warm, and grounding embracing another body could be. So different from embracing air and imagination. ]
I know, but even so... well, I think we learned something of myself. Something to keep in mind as we discuss...
[ Sherlock waves his hand as if that would make all of Sherlock's questions appear and thus answerable without him having to voice them. (Or know them) He sighs, picks up his coffee, and once more curls into a ball of detective. ]
Matters of the heart and body.
[ Or mostly body as Sherlock's heart is doing a fine job of yearning over a man who isn't in this world, even after all this time of being apart. (Sherlock tries to ignore that soon he can no longer deny that he's been in this world longer than he's known John. And then ponder what that might mean.) ]
Perhaps I place too highly of an importance on certain aspects for as much as I think I would be deficient in them.
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Date: 2025-12-17 08:36 am (UTC)Perhaps Sherlock could blame the difference between their cultures and upbringing, but at least his body was his to use. For as much as Sherlock wished he wasn't limited by his body and took poor care of it... at least he had a body. Some people aren't so lucky.
And how could physical intimacy not be precious when Sherlock craves to be touched and held so much that he bought two plushes with an enchantment to feel like he's being hugged? How could it not be precious when a clasp of the shoulder can bring comfort and strength in equal measure? As a child, he wanted someone to gather him in their arms and told that things would be okay, that he wouldn't have to settle with only ghostly embraces within his mind or painful strikes that left bruises or cuts or broken bone. What of Heizou's intimacy with Lyney? Is that not precious and treasured? ]
You're more than that. You're not a tool to be used and discarded.
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Date: 2025-12-17 06:32 pm (UTC)Oh, don't worry about me, Sherry! It didn't happen all that often, and it's not like I didn't get anything out of it when it did.
[Plus, if word ever got out that the Cyclone of Inazuma sometimes slept around for information, then all of his actual hard work would've been for naught. That's something that Heizou absolutely wouldn't be able to abide by, not when his work has always been so important to him.]
Besides, things are quite different now that I have Lyney. Which is more aligned with what you want to ask about, right? How people in a relationship do things?
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Date: 2025-12-18 09:26 am (UTC)[ Sherlock's tone lacks accusation and challenge. If anything, his tone carries a bit of hesitation and fear that Heizou doesn't understand how much it meant to Sherlock when they laid in such companionable proximity on their landlocked ship, resting against each other. To give the feeling another name, Sherlock almost feels... hurt that he might have misread the situation. (Yes, they were both drunk, but that is besides the point.)
Additionally, he knows what Heizou tries to do because it is what Sherlock himself would do. He'd deflect the topic and try to steer it towards more comfortable for him and off-balancing for the other. For that reason, Sherlock avoids taking the bait and waits for Heizou to answer. ]
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Date: 2025-12-18 06:32 pm (UTC)Man alive, there's no escaping your questions, hm?
[He settles more comfortably in his chair, turning to look at the fire in the fireplace with a fond, but thoughtful look on his face.]
...Yes. Yes, it's very different. Here, and not just with Lyney.
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Date: 2025-12-19 09:00 am (UTC)Well...
Sherlock places his mug of coffee on a small nearby table as he unfolds himself from the chair. He's behind Heizou in his chair in just a few long strides. Without a word, he bends over and wraps his arms around Heizou's shoulders from behind and drops his head against red hair. ]
Forgive me for taking liberties, but something like this is something precious to me.
[ Well, why not confirm Heizou's suspicions? He holds on for a second longer before moving to pull himself away. ]
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Date: 2025-12-24 11:50 pm (UTC)But to his credit, after all this time on Eltrut, with how close he and Sherlock have become, it only takes a moment for him to relax into the hold. Heizou's expression softens into something warm and genuine, and he lets his eyes shut and leans more into Sherlock. At least until the other withdraws, and Heizou lets out a soft chuckle.]
I'm sorry, Sherry. I didn't want you to worry about me. We were meant to be discussing your curiosities, not my own... issues.
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Date: 2025-12-27 08:14 am (UTC)The feeling lingers. It never fails to surprise him how solid, warm, and grounding embracing another body could be. So different from embracing air and imagination. ]
I know, but even so... well, I think we learned something of myself. Something to keep in mind as we discuss...
[ Sherlock waves his hand as if that would make all of Sherlock's questions appear and thus answerable without him having to voice them. (Or know them) He sighs, picks up his coffee, and once more curls into a ball of detective. ]
Matters of the heart and body.
[ Or mostly body as Sherlock's heart is doing a fine job of yearning over a man who isn't in this world, even after all this time of being apart. (Sherlock tries to ignore that soon he can no longer deny that he's been in this world longer than he's known John. And then ponder what that might mean.) ]
Perhaps I place too highly of an importance on certain aspects for as much as I think I would be deficient in them.