SH:HP fic - Chapter NineCHAPTER NINE~ Alienated ~I think I love you.John stares.He stares because his brain seems to have shut down and he can't think of anything else to do but stare.He stares with a gaping mouth and almost panicked eyes until Sherlock's grip tightens on John's upper arms and he shakes him, ever so slightly."John."John blinks and shakes his head."That's not what you said." He sounds distant and unsure, his head turning to stare at Sherlock suspiciously from the corners of his widened eyes."What? Yes it is," Sherlock insists, but John's pulling away, his eyes still stuck in deer-in-the-headlights mode, looking for all the world lik
FrecklesJohn H. Watson, MD.Open file, enter new data.Subject: The Effect of Sunbeams.Environment: Sitting room. Favourite chair. Subject sufficiently distracted by small paperback novel.Sunbeam source: Open window. 13:00 hours. Mid-May.Result: Glowing skin. Outline of rich, peachy gold, graduating from hard, yellow white along perimeter to deep, coral pink; warm, soft, alive. Fine hairs in halo. Eyelashes feathered gold. Shadows resulting from three-quarter angle define gentle cleft chin, erase finer lines around eyes, shade concentrating furrows in dusty-tanned brow. Dark blue eyes blazing sapphires. Lips glowing, soft, rosy--"Sherlock,
Gueule De BoisJohn's arms stretched out luxuriously as he rolled over, making a little 'num num' noise as he settled up against the body on the bed next to him. The body in question was awake, hand shoved under his pillow, and his eyes widened at the contact."Um, John,""Mmmfnnurgl?""John,""Mmmsleeping. Shhh,""JOHN,"Something in John's sleep-clouded brain clicked, and his eyelids opened with a snap."Sherlock,""Yes, John?""Why are you in my bed,""I was about to ask you the same question,""But..." John twisted his head, looking behind him at the curtained window that looked not at all familiar, squinting in the bright sunlight that filte
HAPPY NEW YEARSherlock was already dressed and sitting in his armchair, reading, when John came downstairs for breakfast."How long have you been awake then?" John called from the kitchen, not even glancing in the detective's direction. Sherlock peered at the robed man over the top of his book and turned the page nonchalantly."Few hours,""Hmm,"Sherlock's ears picked up the tell-tale chink of the kettle turning on before John started rummaging through the fridge for something even remotely edible."Sherlock, what happened to the fruit I bought yesterday?""I let Mrs Hudson use them for a pie she was making,"John shut the refrigerator door with a
At first glance: "Either that's a doll sweater, or that's one big-ass ball of yarn."
It took me a minute to rationalise the sizes of the other objects and realise it was a miniature...