Holiday Drabble - 21 Dec 12
Hoarfrost / Solstice
BBC Sherlock
Length: 200
Rating: PG
Back to the angst, for better or worse. A double drabble today with the first prompt provided by (who else could it be?) methylviolet10b. Following Christmas Cards, Tree, Lights, In the bleak midwinter, and Decorations (aka The First Christmas Since...)
To learn about the origin of John's visitor, you'll need to start here, then go here, and here. And if you want the gently slashy prequel to those three, go here.
Hoarfrost
Hoarfrost rimed the windows, giving evidence to the age of the double glazing. John slept fitfully on the sitting room sofa, as had become his habit ever since... The fireplace was nothing but cold ashes. Holiday lights from the street below gave the room a faux warmth of red and gold, but the heat that had warmed the flat earlier had long since leaked out the faulty windows. John tucked deeper under the heavy wool blankets.
A slim figure in a knee-length cardigan and velvet skirt sat in the chair across the room.
Fire leapt to life in the hearth.
Solstice
The longest night was also the coldest. In the chair by the now roaring fire, Winnie sat back and wrapped her cardigan around her. Slowly, warmth began to spread through the sitting room of 221b.
John slept on, unaware of his visitor or the fire she'd conjured for him. As the heat reached him, he relaxed under his mountain of blankets.
Winnie kept him company that loneliest Solstice, although when he woke she and the fire were gone. For the first time since… his heart felt less heavy. He knew who to thank, and wondered what it would cost him.
BBC Sherlock
Length: 200
Rating: PG
Back to the angst, for better or worse. A double drabble today with the first prompt provided by (who else could it be?) methylviolet10b. Following Christmas Cards, Tree, Lights, In the bleak midwinter, and Decorations (aka The First Christmas Since...)
To learn about the origin of John's visitor, you'll need to start here, then go here, and here. And if you want the gently slashy prequel to those three, go here.
Hoarfrost
Hoarfrost rimed the windows, giving evidence to the age of the double glazing. John slept fitfully on the sitting room sofa, as had become his habit ever since... The fireplace was nothing but cold ashes. Holiday lights from the street below gave the room a faux warmth of red and gold, but the heat that had warmed the flat earlier had long since leaked out the faulty windows. John tucked deeper under the heavy wool blankets.
A slim figure in a knee-length cardigan and velvet skirt sat in the chair across the room.
Fire leapt to life in the hearth.
Solstice
The longest night was also the coldest. In the chair by the now roaring fire, Winnie sat back and wrapped her cardigan around her. Slowly, warmth began to spread through the sitting room of 221b.
John slept on, unaware of his visitor or the fire she'd conjured for him. As the heat reached him, he relaxed under his mountain of blankets.
Winnie kept him company that loneliest Solstice, although when he woke she and the fire were gone. For the first time since… his heart felt less heavy. He knew who to thank, and wondered what it would cost him.