7 Things You Think You Know About Sherlock HolmesMore Like This
7 Things You Think You Know About Sherlock Holmes
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Johnlock: The Experience Of EmotionMore Like This
The Experience of Emotion
canon Sherlock (Johnlock)
I wasn't sure what sound first woke me, but when it repeated I recognised it as a muffled voice. That alone wouldn't've surprised me, as we had visitors of all hours and there were occasions Holmes didn't shake me to wakefulness.
But I also identified the voice as Holmes' own, with the certainty that was inherited by spending so much time in another's company, and that knowledge is what had me throwing off the duvet and rushing out of my room. The hint of anxiety had been unmistakable, and my dear friend and fear did not easily come together.
In my haste I'd left my candle, but I intimately knew every step and turn that brought me directly to the side of his bed. By the flickering glow of the gas-lamps through the window I could see Holmes sitting up in his bed, knees drawn to his chest, hands moulded to his face. Even distressed, I knew he would know I was there, so I made no effort to announce myself before I sat beside
Watson LockedJohn looked so cute. So peaceful as he slept, his arms crossed over his stomach, his mouth opened just slightly ajar, his breathing deep and gentle, one in a while swallowing and taking a deep, long breath. Sherlock never knew someone could look so at peace. He almost had second thoughts of waking the peaceful solider. But yet, he needed him... Needed to hear him speak, needed to have him hold him, needed to have John's warm lips brush his forehead with a kiss.More Like This
Slowly, Sherlock entered the room.
"John?" He asked softly, still unsure about waking him. "John?" He asked a little louder.
He knew John was a heavy sleeper... But still. He walked over and sat down on the edge of John's bed. As he breathed, he smelled John. Just the light smell in the atmosphere that reminded Sherlock of vanilla and tangerines. He adored that intoxicating smell that was, and always will be, John Watson. -His- John Watson.
He brushed John's soft cheek with his finger and smiled. John's eyes slowly fluttered ope