Fiction: His Eyes Are Not Windows
Title: His Eyes Are Not Windows
Rating: G
Pairings: John/Sherlock
Warnings: None
Word Count: 221
Summary: 221B format: 221 words last one beginning with the letter "b". How John sees Sherlock's eyes.
His Eyes Are Not Windows
His eyes are not windows. Or if they are, they are tinted or even reflective. The curious will see at most his own countenance and remain as ignorant as before, no nearer to understanding the mind of the man, never mind his soul. No, his eyes are more like floodlights, bringing a murky world into 72 megapixel focus. Or they are scalpels, as good for parsing the truth as for cutting out the hearts of his enemies. Not that he would, but they don't know that. How could they?
John's not like everyone else. He's not afraid of Sherlock's eyes. In fact he seeks them out. He likes to feel his own retinas burning under their scorching caress, to feel his own dull-gray self burst into dazzling color, sharp-edged and detailed, to experience life as it should be and not how it usually is. Sherlock can do that for him, remotely, without laying a finger on him, gloved or otherwise.
But John is also aware that Sherlock's eyes can be devastating. He experienced it that night at Angelo's. "I'm married to my work," Sherlock had said. The words themselves, a disappointment. But it was those eyes, Sherlock's eyes, as they pulled away ever so gently and slid down-cast to the floor, that left John's heart so utterly besotted, so achingly bereft.