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In some detached part of his mind, he thought of how much the rhythm of the windshield wipers sounded like frantic heartbeats, mirroring his own as he stared out the window of the cab, watching raindrops chase each other across the glass pane. Something was wrong; he just knew it. Sherlock had rushed out of the flat only two hours earlier, shouting ( Read more... ) -
The Things He Can't Say--Sherlock
John--
Sunshine with a
Crooked grin,
Lights up blue sky
Flecked with
Clouds,
Fringed thick with
Woven gold
Threads.
Head thrown back
To swallow
Laughter,
Stawberry lips part
To reveal
Teasing
Smiles.
Clear-glass lake soul,
You dont't know
How sunshine
Heals.
--SH
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The Things He Can't Say--John
Sherlock--
Dark Prince smiles
Half in light,
Dancing
In
Shadow
Baring bright teeth,
But no Secrets.
Ice blue Eyes
Light sparks
In
His
Chest.
Dark Prince starts
His heavy heart
Taught
Him
To Run.
Taught him
To
Live.
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The Best Man He Ever Knew: Nightmares
John Watson was sitting in bed, trying to get through the last chapter of his Hercule Poirot novel, even though he already knew who the killer was. (living with Sherlock had completely ruined detective stories for him.) He looked at the digital clock next to his bed and sighed; the neon numbers flashed 2:30 AM. Since the incident at the pool, he'd ( Read more... ) -
The Best Man He Ever Knew: Silence
Silence. A smothering white hot silence that Sherlock knew would be soon accompanied by pain. His assumption was confirmed when he attempted to sit up. A searing agony tore through his side and he crumpled on the hard floor. Why was he hurting like this? What happened? Where the hell was he? He lay still, his eyes squeezed shut, willing his brain ( Read more... )