SH.HP: A Study in RoseMore Like This
November 20, 1984
God, I’m absolutely barking for starting this. I don’t even know how to address you. It’s like I’m talking to someone without a name, and that makes this entire thing so much harder than it already is. I don’t know how people write journals without feeling like pompous prats.
All right, I’m going to assume there’s a reader, and I will address you, reader, as if I’m writing to you right now.
I’m not a pompous prat, by the way. I just feel like an idiot, writing here in this journal assuming that one day, someone will consider what I have to say here worth reading. That’s the pompous bit: that this is even interesting.
Oh, but it is. Well, sort of. That’s the only reason I’ve even come to this point – I feel like something strange has happened, or is going to happen, or –
I’m not getting anywhere. Let me start again.
|Sherlock x Vampire!Reader| Chapter 2More Like This
John’s eyebrow twitched as he listened to the tapping of Sherlocks shoe-clad feet, his leg jumping faster than the wings of a humming bird. The raven haired male stared intently at the unconscious woman, or (F/n) as they learned, hogged his couch. His steel blue eyes flicked to her bandaged neck, noticing how the purple outline of the wound had shrunk under the cotton bandage. Now that he thought of it; all of the markings on her body had disappeared.
His leg suddenly stopped hopping, bringing john out of his staring contest with the bullet hole in the wall. Sherlock pulled his eyebrows together in concentration as he laced his fingers together, creating a bridge to rest his chin on. He hummed thoughtfully, lips pursed like a begging child. "I... Don't understand her," Sherlock muttered, a curious chirp braiding into his voice. John tilted his head slightly, sending his partner a confused expression even though h