As soon as Molly got home she logged into the family computer. She didn't have long, since her parents only let her on during certain hours and only once she was finished with her homework. She logged into her tumblr and immediately found the blog bonds-companion. She immediately followed it and then sent an ask, deciding against anonymous and hoping that he honored her wish.
cutesy_cat_loves:
Hey. First, I would really really appreciate it if you didn't post any of the asks I send you, Thank you! I just wanted to talk. And no, I'm sorry if I got your hopes up, but I'm not your anon. But I don't want your anon knowing I'm talking to you either. So, please… and thank you. Second, I love the blog. And I adore your responses to the anon, I know they're not the easiest person to get on with, seeing as they're so rude most of the time, not entirely their fault though, just mostly misunderstood I think.
She hit send and bit her lip, hoping Sherlock didn't hate her after this, but he obviously wasn't going to tell the boy anything about himself. Not that Molly would give anything away either, but still, it would be good to know more about the boy and she had to admit she was curious. Sherlock has never shown interest in anyone before, not that she knew of anyway.
She was just about to refresh her blog when her father entered the room with a raised eyebrow. She sighed and logged out, promising herself to make it to the library the next day to see if he responded. She turned off the computer and headed to her room for bed. She wished she had a fancy phone where she could get on the internet. Her mom had promised her one for her birthday which wasn't too far away. She sat at her desk with just the lamp on and pulled out a pencil and some paper starting to write out a fanfic, smiling softly as she did, but stopping every once in a while to make sure she didn't just hear footsteps and then continuing once again.
John couldn't believe the conversation he had that night. He kept refreshing his dash to find a new anon only a few minutes after he sent his response. He didn't know what it was about this person either. They were amusing and yet charming in a strange way. He felt like he should have been insulted often enough but he wasn't. Most of what the person said was right anyway. And John had a strange way of thinking of the person as a she. He didn't know for sure, but he sort of wanted it to be a girl though he wouldn't even admit to himself why that was. They were just talking, that was all, nothing more than that.
John was ready to start his homework just so he had something to show his mother, when he noticed someone new following him. It wasn't so strange, though it was still exciting whenever he got a new follower, and he'd been afraid he'd scare away some followers with the banter with the anon, not that he cared. It was his blog he could do what he liked and he liked talking to the anon.
After a while later he had another ask. He started to read it before noticing the person wasn't anonymous. His eyes widened and he thought for a moment it was his anon, before sighing in disappointment as he continued reading it. He leaned his head back hard enough to bang it against the headboard causing him to wince and rub the back of his head. He sighed and finally read it again, actually comprehending what it was saying. His eyes widened again. This person knew his anon. Or so it seemed. He quickly typed out a response, making sure to keep it on private as the person, who was probably a girl but not necessarily, had asked.
cutesy_cat_loves:
Hey. First, I would really really appreciate it if you didn't post any of the asks I send you, Thank you! I just wanted to talk. And no, I'm sorry if I got your hopes up, but I'm not your anon. But I don't want your anon knowing I'm talking to you either. So, please… and thank you. Second, I love the blog. And I adore your responses to the anon, I know they're not the easiest person to get on with, seeing as they're so rude most of the time, not entirely their fault though, just mostly misunderstood I think.
bonds-companion:
Thanks for the compliment. And does that mean you know the anon? like personally? And know what the blog is of said person? Not that I would ask you to go behind their back…just curious. Now I sound like I'm just badgering you about the anon. Sorry about that. I really do appreciate the ask and the compliment. And thanks for the follow. You said you'd like to talk. You're welcome to talk to me about anything and ask anything. And I promise not to post anything you send. :D
He waited for another response from cutsey_cat_loves, interspersed with responses from his anon, but nothing came. He sighed and finally gave up waiting, and started on his homework doing just enough to appease his mother before shutting down his computer and collapsing on his bed.
Sherlock was relieved when Molly left, not that she was terrible. She was actually insightful and led him to interesting conclusions about the blogging world that he didn't think about before. However, he had more important things to think about, like bonds-companion. They were delightfully not boring. He was also relieved with the speed of his responses. Until the point where they stopped without notice. He continued refreshing and scrolling along bonds-companion's blog before he finally decided that he was gone. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was getting late. He raised an eyebrow and wondered if that meant he went to bed and that they were within similar time zones. He immediately ignored the happiness he felt at that thought, deeming it irrelevant.
Sherlock continued looking through bonds-companion's blog, deciding he'd make it all the way to the beginning and learn as much as he could about the boy. His favorite posts were always the personal ones, though the blogger had interesting taste in other things as well and sometimes he found himself laughing at some post or other.
He stumbled across a post that was basically an argument between the U.S., Britain, and Canada. He grinned. He was one of the three. That was helpful, narrowed it down at least. Well, unless he just thought it was amusing, which could have been possible. He really wished he'd tag his posts. He rarely even tagged his personal tags. Though he did mention tea often enough. Still couldn't be sure quite yet. He needed further research.
He spent the rest of the night going through the blog, and barely even noticed that the sun had come up before he heard a firm knock on the door. "I know you're awake. You didn't eat dinner last night. You're not skipping breakfast." The disembodied voice murmured, being that of his brother. He didn't bother responding and soon he heard footsteps walking away. He sighed and shut his laptop, not bothering to turn it off, before getting dressed and heading downstairs for the likely argument with his brother. He decided to ignore his brother once he was downstairs. He made himself toast to keep him from starting an argument, or worse turning off the wifi. He sat at the table and ate it slowly all the while thinking of his blogger. He wasn't sure when he started calling him that in his head, but he wasn't likely to stop either.
Sherlock was actually quite proud of his findings about the boy, based on his blog and some reading between the lines. He was in secondary school, most likely sixth form. He was thinking about joining the army, likely to get away from his family, but also to pay for university seeing as he wanted to be a doctor. And most importantly, he lived in England. They lived on the same giant island. Sherlock was very satisfied with that, though no one needed to know. He finished his toast before ignoring more words from his brother and heading back upstairs to his sanctuary. It was Sunday after all, and hopefully his blogger would be online again.
cutes_cat_loves:
It's fine, I understand completely ;) . Yes I do know the anon. I can't give you their blog name, sorry. They'd be rather upset. But I will definitely try to get them to tell you. Truthfully I messaged you so you could talk about the anon, so I don't mind you badgering me about them. I won't answer anything thing don't want me to though… and I'll likely be vague, out of some sort of misplaced loyalty or something. :P
bonds-companion:
Um.. I don't think you do understand. I mean.. It's not what you seem to be thinking. I don't truly even know them, so… there's that. It's good to be loyal, I'm glad they have you. And I'm also glad you found me, because I do want to know more about them, I doubt you could be nearly as vague as they are. I do want to ask about them, but I'm not even sure what to ask, at all… Except why they started the anon thing, do they do that often? I mean, I suppose it would be an interesting way to just talk to people over the web in general.
Anonymous:
I'd like to point out that it's fairly rude to just quit responding without any sort of notice, seeing as we were talking back and forth almost like a chat. Do be wary next time of other's agendas rather than one's own.
bonds-companion:
I apologize, I wasn't aware it was necessary, but sure I'll keep that in mind. I went to bed by the way. Sleep, something some people do sometimes. Or are you one of the bloggers that stays up late into the night and posting the most interesting things? Are you a night blogger or …are you an Australian? o.O
Anonymous:
Ah. Well that confirms my theory, thank you for that. I'm neither, I don't know how you came to that conclusion, but I can assure you I don't post ridiculous things in the middle of the night and neither am I Australian.
bonds-companion:
Wait, what theory? I wasn't aware there was a theory here… Neither, Hm. Well you seemed to be against sleep or something. Though you're likely just in a different time zone… so it's earlier for you or something?
cutesy_cats_loves:
Actually, I think I understand more than you do. But I suppose you're right, just a few flirty messages mean nothing, do they? I'm not entirely sure why they started the anon thing. Truthfully I'm not too close to them, they like their privacy, though they don't leave other's privacy alone. But that's mostly because they can't help but know things. They're really quite intelligent. I think they were lonely actually, that or it was an experiment, but you're the only one they've been doing it with. Plus, they really do like your blog, so that's a win for you I think.
bonds-companion:
They're not flirty! They're just… talking. That's it. Nothing more. They do sound like someone to like their privacy; that I can definitely understand. Also the lonely bit. It's nice to have someone to talk to, even if you can't see their face. I feel like I'm learning enough just by the way they write and banter. And thanks. It's great to know they actually like me. I mean my blog.
Anonymous:
There's always a theory. Not in a different time zone. That was my theory. Based on your blog and your posts, I can tell that you also live in England. And that you're male. Which is obvious, along with other simple things that anyone would know if they just paid attention. Also, you should tag your posts, it would give more insight into your person.
bond-companion:
Seriously?! Wicked. Good to know you're also in England. Not that it matters, but for time zone sakes. Bloody hell, I have to go, thought you'd like to know since you get all prissy if I just up and disappear.
bond-companion:
Great. So my dad came home, as did my sister. At the same time. Isn't that lovely? I'm just glad it's over. Though of course, they get into it and I'm the one with the evidence of the fight. She just can't keep herself from trouble and then I have to go and keep her from doing something too bloody stupid, which just puts me in the middle. The things you do for your family.
[still in inbox]
Anonymous:
How hard did he hit you? You obviously have a bruise or cut, seeing as you have 'evidence of the fight.' Why did you get involved? You should just leave it alone. You know how it is. And he's probably unlikely to hurt her as much as he does you. There is something called self-preservation. I think you should learn a bit about it.
