0 0 8 ✘ dream
Effects: Calm, happy sort of, not nervous!
Warnings: None mO___Om
The dreams starts on a nice day in the country. The Christmas lights are up and a few inches of snow cover the landscape, making it look like something out of a post card.
A younger Sherlock is seen hiding behind a tree, a snowball laced with mud and grass on his hand. Usually he wouldn't partake on something as stupid as this, but the chance of obtaining Mycroft's entire encyclopedia set was more than enough motivation to do so. His older brother thought that he win easily, that Sherlock wouldn't be motivated to do something he considered so childish. But he was wrong.
He took a quick glance outside, getting as much of the landscape as he could. He saw nothing the first time. But that made no sense. He had to be there, because there wasn't any disturbance from any of the other sides, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to come right at front.
His teenage brain put together information quickly about the possible place. Mycroft was lazy, but still determined to win. Which means that he is hidden, but not far away enough. Most likely he would have probably never even moved. So turning as softly as he could, he aimed at the bushes directly behind him, and quickly shot the snowball. No answer.
Quickly he swiped for another scoop of snow and threw it, just a few degrees to the left. The yelp that he heard was an obvious sign that he hit something. With a grin on his face, he ran over to the bushes, and just to his content, saw Mycroft wiping muddy snow from his face.
"I win."
[As the dream ends, the Dreamberry stays on for a few moments, showing the still sleeping Sherlock sprawled on the couch, before turning off eventually.]
Warnings: None mO___Om
The dreams starts on a nice day in the country. The Christmas lights are up and a few inches of snow cover the landscape, making it look like something out of a post card.
A younger Sherlock is seen hiding behind a tree, a snowball laced with mud and grass on his hand. Usually he wouldn't partake on something as stupid as this, but the chance of obtaining Mycroft's entire encyclopedia set was more than enough motivation to do so. His older brother thought that he win easily, that Sherlock wouldn't be motivated to do something he considered so childish. But he was wrong.
He took a quick glance outside, getting as much of the landscape as he could. He saw nothing the first time. But that made no sense. He had to be there, because there wasn't any disturbance from any of the other sides, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to come right at front.
His teenage brain put together information quickly about the possible place. Mycroft was lazy, but still determined to win. Which means that he is hidden, but not far away enough. Most likely he would have probably never even moved. So turning as softly as he could, he aimed at the bushes directly behind him, and quickly shot the snowball. No answer.
Quickly he swiped for another scoop of snow and threw it, just a few degrees to the left. The yelp that he heard was an obvious sign that he hit something. With a grin on his face, he ran over to the bushes, and just to his content, saw Mycroft wiping muddy snow from his face.
"I win."
[As the dream ends, the Dreamberry stays on for a few moments, showing the still sleeping Sherlock sprawled on the couch, before turning off eventually.]